Page 123 of Fall Over You

“You thought you needed to be wet, huh? Listen to you.”

Squelching slaps permeate the air with each time the heel of his hand bumps my clit, his fingers pumping relentlessly inside me. I hold his shoulders for balance, feeling what’s coming. I’m struck by the freckles on his shoulders, by the intense way he watches me, by the smell of his skin and my heat and the all-encompassing sense that this is what makes life worth living, the peak of humanity.

“You wanted to call me Big Daddy? Then make a mess for me.”

I gasp, little shocked moans escaping my lips as everything releases: a rush of wetness, my heartbeat in every single part of my body, and an orgasm that has to have caused an earthquake with its force.

Tyler smashes his lips to mine, and I’m so deeply overwhelmed, pleasure, joy, and love all swirling together as he kisses me back down to earth. I’m desperate as I throw my arms around his shoulders and hold my elbows, clinging to him like a lifeline.

When we finally pull back, I’m breathless and smiling, laughing off the high. “I don’t even have a daddy kink. I just called you that to get on your nerves.”

He looks at the mess on the floor and on his hand. “You sure?”

His fingers withdraw from me, but I don’t have a chance to rest. Tyler slaps my clit with his wet fingers, then guides me until I’m positioned over the dildo again.

“Ride it, Rebecca.”

“I . . .” Not knowing what to say is foreign to me, but here I am, speechless.

“Do you need a break?”

I shake my head. No. I’m tough, and I show him that by lowering myself onto the dildo.

“That’s my girl.” Tyler sits on the edge of the bed and swipes my hair back from my face. The action is loving, adoring, which makes it that much more exhilarating when he tightens his fist in the back of my hair and speaks in a low, firm voice. “Now choke on my cock.”

I lift my hands to help with my task, using my thigh strength to rock back onto the dildo. I work into a steady rhythm of sinking down onto the toy and pushing him deeper into my mouth. He uses my hair to guide me, adding his own thrusts while he props back on his other hand. I pull off for a moment to work him in my hand and grab a deep breath. He’s a vision: glowing skin, hooded brown eyes, lips slack except for the tiny curve of a smirk. “Enjoying yourself?”

I bite my lip and nod, giving an extra roll of my body and rising high on my knees so he can see the dildo peeking out of me. “Definitely.”

Tyler sits up off his hand and dips to kiss me. His lips brush mine when he speaks. “Then finish me off.”

I touch my tongue to my upper lip, letting my hands rest on his thighs rather than jerking him.

“Make me.”

He lifts a brow. “You sure, baby?”

“You said you were going to fuck my face⁠—”

I don’t get to finish my sentence because he whips my hair into a ponytail in one hand and shoves me down onto his dick until he hits the back of my throat.

“So much attitude, Rebecca, when I’m giving you what you want. But you’re getting double stuffed, and it’s still not enough, is it?”

He lifts me off his cock and he’s got the devil himself in his eyes. A tear streaks down my cheek, but I’m close to coming. It’s not just the physical exertion of it. It’s an exercise of the trust he’s rightfully earned, a display that he’s relaxed enough with me to show this side of himself. Fear and fatigue wore it out of him in recent years, and I get to be the one to witness his comeback.

And what a magnificent return it is.

“Don’t cry about it, baby,” his sweetest voice coos. He’s still holding me by my hair, but uses his thumb to swipe the tear from my cheek. Then, with a wicked grin, he shoves me back onto him. I round out my lips, tightening them around his shaft to his groan. “I’ll make sure we take good care of you.”

It’s all so intense, but the second I put my hands up to control the depth and pace, he takes note. I slow down, using my hand in concert with my mouth, tonguing along the middle of his shaft until his balls tighten.

“Oh, fuck, Becca,” he grits out, pumping his hips until I feel the first warm burst in my mouth.

“Don’t swallow it,” he orders through a series of grunts. At this angle, I either need to swallow or it’s going to start leaking out of my lips. He fills my mouth, gently pushing himself deeper as he releases.

“Taste how much I want you, Rebecca. I only. Want. You.”

I almost see stars at that statement, realizing I’m barely breathing, his salty, bitter load starting to dribble down his balls as he continues to spurt into my mouth. My inner thighs tighten around the dildo. I scream around his cock, more of his cum spilling down my chin. I bounce harder, faster, grinding my hips, doing anything to get off because the man I love consumes every sense. I can’t take anymore, pulling off to swallow what I can and spluttering out the rest as my hand flies to my clit to alleviate this feral, clawing ache. I chase my release with ragged gasps and the furious movement of my fingers.