Page 42 of Fall For Me
I spin her around, practically molding my chest to her back, and growl in her ear, “If you want me to stop, now’s the time to speak up.”
“Don’t you dare stop, but just so we’re clear, this doesn’t change anything.”
“Like hell it doesn’t.”
Gripping her hair, I press the side of her face against the wall and yank down her pants. Her rapid breaths mix with the sound of my heartbeat roaring in my ears as I position her hips and drag the head of my dick down the seam of her pussy. Yeah, just like I thought, she’s wet for me. I tease her until she’s so worked up, she’s practically begging, then I push inside of her, feeling her tight cunt stretch around me. Goddamn it’s good to be fucking home.
Tugging off my shirt, I toss it on the floor, then grip her hips tighter, sinking my fingertips into her flesh. With each snap of my hips, I fuck her harder . . . faster. My thrusts are as punishing as the palm of my hand, cracking across her perfect ass.
“After I fuck your pussy; I might just take this ass . . . Ungh . . . God fucking damn, you drive me crazy . . . Mmm . . . So. Fucking. Good.”
“Sean,” she moans.
Pulling her hair, I jerk her head back and nip her plump bottom lip. “That’s the only fucking name I ever want to hear come out of your pretty mouth.”
Another moan rips from her when I reach around, and rub her clit in tight, firm circles.
“Fuck . . . you’re such a good fucking girl for me,” I rasp, feeling her pussy contract around my dick.
I piston my hips, giving her a few hard thrusts before pulling back, then bottoming out again. Wrapping a hand around her throat, I give it a little squeeze, and growl into her ear, “You and this pussy belong to me, Rebel, and I’m going to make sure you remember that.”
I trail my hand from her throat down her spine. “When you take a step . . . or sit down . . . every fucking little move you make, you will feel me.”
A loud smack reverberates around the room as I leave my hand print behind on her ass. “You . . . are . . . fucking . . . mine.”
“Ah . . . Fuck . . . I-I . . . Oh, God, Sean,” she pants, her pussy squeezing the fuck out of my dick.
“Yeah. That’s it, baby. Come for me.”
Tossing my head back, white heat rushes up my spine; dots dance behind my closed lids, my head swims and my entire body tenses. “Mmm . . . Hannah . . . fuck, baby,” I moan, spilling into her.
Hands braced on the wall, hair a mess, and jeans around her ankles, she stands there, panting while I press my head against hers, trying to catch my breath. We both come down from the high, and I pull her jeans into place up over her hips. She turns to face me and when her pretty brown eyes flit to mine, something stirs in me that I’ve never felt before. A tightness radiates throughout my chest, and I realize I’d give her anything.
If she wanted the heart out of my chest, I would gladly place a fucking knife in the palm of her hand and help her carve it out. This feeling is so much more than I’ve ever felt for anyone else. It’s dangerous. It’s reckless. It’s fucking terrifying.
“You’re not the only one who’s scared; I’m scared too. You . . .” I hesitate, squeezing my eyes tight and resting my forehead against hers. A knot forms in my throat. She holds so much more power over me than she realizes.
“Podrías arruinar mi vida una y otra vez, y yo te lo permitiría.”
(You could ruin my life over and over, and I would let you.)
“I have no idea what you just said, but it sounded beautiful rolling off your tongue.”
“Stay the night with me,” I dust my lips against hers in a light kiss, then pull back to look her in the eyes. “Please.”
We stand there in silence, staring at each other for so long that I think I’ve won this round, but then her phone rings. We both look down at the floor where the phone lies after it fell out of her back pocket. When I see her dad’s name, I remember River.
“You need to take that,” I tell her, picking up the device and handing it to her.
“Hey, Daddy . . . Really? She’s in labor? Yeah, I can come right now.”
She’s not leaving on that damn bike and driving clear across the city this late at night, especially if she feels rushed. No fucking way.
“I’ll take you. I don’t want you driving,” I interrupt.
She casts a side glance my way before releasing a sigh and responding to her dad. “Uh . . . Yeah, that was him . . . No . . . Dad, please . . . Can we talk about this later? I didn’t exactly lie . . . No, we’re not . . . Ugh . . . Fine.”
“Big mouth,” she says, reaching out to hand her phone to me.
