I’d know his heavy-handed touch anywhere, and I’ll never not want it.
He fucks me with his fingers, opening me up enough to take his cock in seconds.
The gasp he pushes out of me when his cock sinks deep lingers so long that I almost start to choke on nothing. It feels so fucking good that I can barely handle it, and his dick hasn’t even started to expand.
“Tell me you want my knot,” he demands, his hands on my hips.
I take in a breath and expel a groan. “I want your knot. Please, give it to me.”
If I thought the air went out of the room when he entered me, it completely evaporates from the room when he starts to swell. Every nerve in my body catches on fire.
My dick is bent over against my stomach, pulsing and wet at the tip while he locks inside me.
It takes minutes to catch my breath, and my heart starts to hammer in my ears when he thrusts.
Oh my fucking God, I’ve missed this!
He pounds into me relentlessly as I lay with my head against the couch, so stimulated that I’m a hair-trigger away from theedge all over again, despite already coming for him when he sucked my cock.
He makes me feel like an Omega.
I can’t control myself around him.
All it takes is one little word, one move, one touch.
I’d drop everything to do whatever he wanted, and he damn well knows it.
“I’m so fucking glad you’re back,” I murmur, as he swells up a tiny little bit more, and the friction rubs just the right spot inside me.
I gasp in a breath as the feeling overwhelms me.
Cum spatters my stomach and drips down my cock.
I didn’t even need to touch myself. I just fucking came.
This is what he does to me. I never want this to end.
Chapter One Hundred-Twenty
Falcon
This feels so fucking right. I can’t believe I let it go so damn long.
Getting together with Shayne was a huge turning point for me. Realizing he was meant to be mine changed my whole world. I went from survival mode to actually trying to live a real life.
I wanted to be whatever he needed. I needed to be everything for him.
Like he was for me. From the moment he found out my secret, the way he promised he’d keep it, and the way he looked at me, I knew he was someone I would do anything for.
I spent months disconnected from us.
I don’t know what I was thinking.
It was like I wasn’t me.
And I couldn’t find a way back to myself.
I just kept walking further and further away from everything, and everyone.
