Fall Into You: Chapter 12
If I thought her mouth tasted good, her cunt takes like heaven.
Pulling on my hair and grinding that delicious cunt against my face, she moans.
“Oh God, that’s amazing. Your tongue is amazing. Your fingers are amazing. This was the best idea I’ve ever had in my life.”
Her breathless little moans drive me crazy. My dick is so hard, it aches.
“Yes—oh—suck just like that—oh—”
I love how responsive she is. How vocal. When I scrape my teeth against her swollen clit, she jerks, crying out. I thrust my fingers deeper inside her, and she says my name.
Moans it.
Makes it sound like I’m a superhero.
It’s good this will only be for one night. I haven’t even fucked her yet, and I’m already obsessed. If I got more of her—
No. Don’t go there. She can’t be yours. She can never be yours.
Her pussy contracts around my fingers. Then she’s coming, crying out hoarsely, her thighs shaking and her hips jerking, the raw sounds of her pleasure echoing off the walls.
She calls out my name again. This time there’s desperation in her tone.
Lucky for us both, I know what she needs.
I snatch up her small handbag and rip it open. The contents include a cell phone, a credit card, and about two dozen rubbers. I grab one, rip open the foil packet, unzip my trousers, take my hard dick in my hand, and roll the condom on.
Then, crouched and balancing on the balls of my feet, I drag her off the bed and impale her on my cock.
Staring at me with wide eyes and wet lips, she digs her fingernails into my shoulders. Her face is red. Her thighs are open around my waist. Her expression is one of pure astonishment.
“You okay?”
“Yep,” she says breathlessly. “That was just surprising.”
“Why?”
“You’re balancing us on your toes.”
“So?”
“You say that like it’s no big deal.”
“It isn’t.”
“Oh. You’re very strong, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“I should’ve known when I saw all the muscles. What happened to the tearing off of my clothes you were supposed to do?”
“We’ll get to that in a minute. I decided I needed to fuck you first.”
Her grin is so beautiful, it makes my heart skip a beat.
“Cole, you are fanfuckingtastic.”
I can’t help myself: I grin back at her. “You’re not so bad yourself, sweetheart.”
Then I thrust my hips, driving deeper inside.