Page 40 of Don't Fall in Love


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His voice is gruff, as if his own words have turned him on. “I know, princess.”

With me still in his arms, he carries me out of the kitchen, down the hallway and into his bedroom. He sets me down on the bed and I scoot into the middle as I pull off my t-shirt and throw it on the floor. I’m completely naked for him. His eyes darken as he looks down on me from his spot at the end of the bed. Sunlight beams in through the open curtains and casts a bronze glow over his skin.

In a matter of seconds, his sweats are gone and his delicious cock is jutting out proudly. My tongue comes out to swipe across my lips when he grips the base and strokes himself.

“Spread your legs and show me how you play with your pretty pussy, baby.”

Without question, I widen my legs and slip my hand between them. I’m soaked for him and the first swipe of my fingers over my clit has me moaning.

“Do you do this when you’re home alone?”

Words won’t form. I can only nod as my eyes feast on him.

“Do you think of me when you’re finger fucking yourself, princess? Do you imagine it’s my fingers filling you up?”

Oh God, yes.

My head falls back as my fingers, alternate between rubbing my clit and dipping into my tight channel. When his big hand grips my ankles and he tugs me closer to the end of the bed, I yelp in surprise. My hand pauses, unsure what to do.

“Don’t you darefuckingstop.”

“Bastian, please,” I beg.

I need his hands on me. I need him to fill me. Now.

“I know. Just play with that pussy until you come. I want to see how you get yourself off.” His voice is a rasp that casts over me, heightening my desire.

With the heat in his gaze spurring me on, I feel sexy and confident, even spread out on full display for him. It’s just another thing he does to me that nobody else ever has. I like it when he watches me. Just like when I’m with him and we have sex in places we might get caught.

It doesn’t take long and I’m coming, my fingers rubbing over my clit as I watch the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen stroke his cock. He looks likeMichelangelo'sDavid—but his cock is much, much bigger.

As I’m coming down from my high, I hear the tearing of the condom packet and then the bed dips as he climbs between my legs. The tip of his cock rubs against my sensitive clit as he cups my breasts, pulling one nipple into his mouth. His tongue twirls around before flicking it, then moving onto the other one. He spends equal time on each one until I can’t take any more.

When I’m close to begging him to fuck me, he drags a hand down my stomach until his thick fingers are filling me. My hands rest on his shoulders as he starts at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Please, Bastian. I can’t take it anymore.”

“I think you can take so much more,” he murmurs.

His teeth graze over my nipple and the pain mixed with pleasure has me nearing my climax again.

“More. I need more.”

With that, he lifts himself off of my body and thrusts into me.

It’s the most wonderful feeling as my walls stretch around him. He gives me a minute to get used to the feeling of him inside me before he starts moving. I teeter on the edge of my climax, and with two hard thrusts, I come again.

My legs are lifted onto his shoulders and he increases his thrusts, almost punishingly pounding into me finding his own release. With a roar, he comes. His chin drops to his chest as it rises and falls with his labored breaths.

As he collapses on top of me, I drop my legs to the side, brought back to reality with a bang.

What the fuck am I doing?

I push him off of me, ignoring the look of confusion that pulls his brows together, and climb from the bed. Swiping up my discarded t-shirt, using it as a barrier as I back up to the door.

“Alex, what’s wrong?”

Oh, God, he looks so fucking hot. Naked with a slight sheen of sweat over his body and his softening cock resting on his stomach. It takes everything in me not to run back into his arms and beg him to do it all again.

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