Page 11 of Dangerously
“You’re a cock tease,” she accuses.
“Now there’s a first.” I chuckle. “I’ve been called a fuck of a lot of things in my life, but I don’t think that’s ever been one of them.”
“I just call ’em like a see ’em.”
I glance down at my straining erection. “What d’ya call that, then?”
“A damn good time given you know how to use that thing.” Her smirk is nefarious.
A smile spreads widely across my face. “Oh, I know how to use it. And you’ll figure that out real quick.”
“The suspense is killing me.”
I lean into her, tickling my lips against her ear. “That’s the correct phrase, Flannery. ’Cause you’re gonna die ten-thousand tiny deaths by the time I’m done with you,” I promise darkly.
“I fucking hope so.” Fallon turns her head and catches my mouth with hers. We kiss like our connection sets the world on fire. Sizzling, suffocating, and all-fucking consuming.
Fallon all but climbs up my body as the heat index soars past one thousand. She pulls my hair and bites my lip as she spreads her legs, compelling my entrance.
There’s no denying her now. There’s no denying anything as I lose my mind while sinking forcefully inside her. A rush of hot breaths and tense moans escape from both of us. An under-song of ecstasy hypnotizing our minds and bodies and, dare I even say it, souls.
We fuck hard and fast and with a ferocity of a pack of wild animals. I haven’t let loose with a woman in so long. It’s been years since I tapped into my primal, sexual appetite. Since I cleared my mind and lost myself in nothing but a warm body and wet pussy.
I forgot what carefree feels like ever since the weight of the world has been placed upon my back. And right now, at this moment, I’m free. I’m flying, and running, and diving into a black abyss of pleasure and not a fucking person dead or alive can stop me.
“God!” Fallon’s ear-piercing shriek and convulsing body rips me back into reality as she explodes, coming spectacularly. Keeping her pressed firmly against the wall, I squeeze her ass cheeks and thrust violently until there is nothing left inside me but a pounding ache that tears me apart piece by tiny piece.
I spiral down the same dark, wondrous void as Fallon and don’t emerge until there is nothing left of either of us. Until we are both destroyed by a glorious release that could rival a cyclonic storm.
Fallon clutches my face when I finally lift it from the crook of her neck. I left a mark. A bite mark the size of a mako shark’s. Her gaze is far off and distant. Remnants of the sexual high. She kisses me deeply and passionately, without a worry in the world. Drugged on me and the euphoria I made her feel.
A desire from deep, deep inside me uproots. I want more. I want her again. I want her over and over and over until we both OD on ecstasy.
Keeping her wrapped around me, I flick off the water and walk us out of the shower. Once back in the room, I drop Fallon onto the bed, dripping wet. Her copper hair is clinging to her pink cheeks, and the expression on her face is fierce. She wants more. Just like me. And I’m going to give it to her. All fucking night.
“Turn over,” I order, my voice low and gravelly. Scratchy with need and ravenous with lust.
She doesn’t move immediately. No, a woman like her wouldn’t. She tests you. Communicates she’ll temporarily relinquish control, but painfully reminds you you’ll never, ever be fully in charge.
I'm cool with that, though. I love a good challenge.
I catch her ankle and drag her to me. She pushes herself up in protest, and I snatch her face. “I fucking said turn over.”
Defiance flashes in her green eyes, but excitement does, too.
With a challenging smirk, she seductively rolls onto her stomach, exposing her bare, perfectly sculpted ass to me.
“Mmm.” I bite my lip as I palm her juicy ass cheeks. It does not get any better than this. My cock is rock-solid again, throbbing to be inside her.
Grabbing her hips, I jerk her back so she is firmly planted on all fours. “This fucking body is all mine tonight.”
Fallon peeks over her shoulder. That same fierce look still presiding in her bright-green eyes.
“We’ll see.”
“Yes, we will.” I rub my erection along the crack of her ass.
“Then less talking and more doing.” She rocks back, tempting me.
