Page 111 of Fall Over You

“God, Ty, I thought you were going to punish me,” she sighs.

“Don’t worry. I will,” I chirp like I just told her I’d drive safe or not forget to pick up the pizza on the way home.

She giggles against my lips before she pulls my bottom one between her teeth so hard I groan. On instinct, I swat her ass.

“Really thought you could do more than that,” she says.

I narrow my eyes and her eyes dance. She has to know she’s in for it now, and she fucking loves that. I lift her off me and stop her when she’s on all fours. I get behind her, rubbing her ass like I did before she hit her head earlier. I lean over her back, unsnap her overalls, and pull them to her knees, leaving her underwear on.

“You asking for more, Reba?”

She looks at me over her shoulder. “Sure am.”

“Tell me to stop if it’s too much, okay, baby?”

“You got it, Big Daddy.”

She’s doing it on purpose.

I lift one hand and smack her ass, making her mouth drop open and drawing a deep moan from her. I admire my handprint, painted in red on her smooth skin.

“I’m waiting,” she says. “Bedtime’s just around the corner.”

I spank her other cheek and her hips roll. “Want me to wear you out so you can sleep good?”

“Yes. I need to feel you.” She grinds back against me. “Please, Ty.”

I take a moment to enjoy the view: her bare ass against my hard cock in my jeans. With another slap to her ass, I sit back on my heels, undo my pants, and take myself out. I slap my cock against her ass and have to tighten my jaw because every single time we do anything, there’s still a part of me who’s geeking. Nobody has ever turned me on the way Becca does, my body responding like a wrecking ship while she sings a Siren song on the shore.

I get my head on enough to get a condom out of my wallet and put it on, then strip off my shirt. I pull her thong to the side, hooking my thumb into it and cupping her hip in my fingers. She mewls as I notch myself at her entrance and push inside. She arches her back slightly and the angle change makes me clutch her hip tighter. She starts to roll her body, taking charge in a position where I’d normally be in control. I push her t-shirt up her back, admiring the way her spine moves and how it makes my cock feel. A couple cute moles dot her back and I’m overcome with the urge to drop kisses all over them.

“So pretty, Reba.” I grab her ass until I feel bone, then lift my hand to deliver another swift spank. Her gasp turns me on too much and I need to focus on getting her there.

I plant my left hand behind hers and reach my right one between her legs. I bunch my fingers to rub her clit, thrilled to find her soaking wet. Her hips slow, working between my fingers and my cock. Feeling this much of her skin against me, plus the incredible angle, has my edge approaching fast. I reach up to hold one of her breasts, because like always at home, she’s not wearing a bra. I toggle the piercing between my fingers and her pussy squeezes me tighter.

“Stop moving, I want to last,” I beg.

Her mischievous eyes glance over her shoulder. “And I want to take every bit of you.”

“Dammit, Becca,” I whimper, but I’m not mad at her at all. I’m floating somewhere above the clouds, clouds that smell like her and feel like her perfect, pierced tits against my palms and taste like the spot where I bite her shoulder while she starts to fall apart around me. “Please come for me, baby.”

I barely get my request out before she’s there. She breathes my name and curls her back, moaning one, two, three more times with each thrust before I feel her give in. I just need a little more and I want to celebrate that I actually lasted for her, so I grab her hips and pound her until I’m home. Becca picks up the movement while I’m coming, sliding up and down my shaft like this is her greatest joy.

I kiss her shoulder and she wiggles her ass against me. “I think we’ll both sleep pretty good now.”

FORTY-TWO

BECCA

“Papaw!”

Ellie goes charging into the garage ahead of me, arms wide as she runs for her grandpa. Upon hearing her voice, he drops what he’s doing and stands so he can scoop her up and spin her around.

I wave to Johnny while all that’s going down, but I don’t see Tyler anywhere.

“Where’s Ty?”

“Out test-driving a car,” Johnny says over the commotion of Papaw and Ellie’s greeting. “He should be back any minute.”