Never would I deny such an earnest plea like that.
Shoving her shirt up to expose her tits and yanking her pants off, I slam inside her, and we both let out a vicious hiss.
“Oh fuck.” She wraps one arm around my neck as I move, first in long, deep strokes, then powerful, hard punches. The entire kitchen rattles as we fuck against the sink. Hooking one arm under Fallon’s knee, I open her up, gaining deeper access and a more possessive hold.
“I missed your body. I missed your pussy,” I speak incoherently with each God-Almighty thrust. “I missed your sounds. Fuck, I missed you.”
“I missed you, too, and I fucking hate that you can make me admit it.” She sighs with unadulterated pleasure.
I smile to myself, knowing full well I didn’t make her do a goddamn thing. She admitted it all on her own.
“You can hate-fuck me anytime you want.” I pull my cock all the way out and then slam it back inside her. She cries out, demanding more. Demanding harder, fiercer, faster. Demanding everything I have to give.
I don’t hold back. I never have, and I never will. Fallon brings out my most ravenous, bloodthirsty side. She speaks to my inner serial killer.
“You’re gonna make me come.” Fallon sinks her nails into the back of my neck. “You’re gonna make me come so hard.” She squeezes her eyes shut, torturous ecstasy etched all over her gorgeous face.
Thank God because I am right there with her, battling to keep my orgasm in its rattling cage.
“Dax!” Fallon expires in my arms, shuddering and writhing, drowning me in baptismal waters.
“Destroy me.” I succumb, begging for my death. For my resurrection. For my rebirth. “Make me yours, become mine.”
I come, a blinding light of bliss paralyzing me. My entire body aching, throbbing, suffering from lust’s wounds, and bleeding out with pleasure. I’m helpless in Fallon’s arms. Completely defenseless, vulnerable, powerless, yet I’ve never felt more protected in my entire life.
I hold on to her tightly, both of us out of breath and lightheaded. We don’t immediately move off the sink, just pant and kiss, wading in the waters of the sexual flood.
“Take this off.” I lazily push her shirt over her head. “As hot as you look half naked, completely naked is much better.”
“Good to know.” She kicks off the rest of her pants as I step out of mine. There, just the way nature intended. Bare as a babe. “So, now what?” She spreads her legs seductively while still sitting on the countertop.
“Baby is still asleep. So, more sex.” I lift her up, and she wraps her legs around me. “More sex. And more sex. And more sex. Until something interrupts us.”
“I can get on board with that plan.” She licks a hot line from my neck to my ear, sucking on my earlobe once she reaches her intended destination.
“I expect you to do that on my cock as well.” I walk us into her bedroom.
“No promises,” she toys with me.
“You’re right, no promises. Only demands.” I lie us down on the mattress.
“And what demands do you have?” As if she doesn’t know.
“I demand you suck my cock,” I growl, biting her nipple.
“Miss my mouth on you?” She loves to tease.
“Yup, just as much as I missed the way you tasted.” Fallon smiles, and it hits me in such a way that my chest lights up, like Christmas twinkles in Belfast. “And the way you smelled, and the way you laughed, and the way you sighed. And the way you made me feel.” I clutch her face and rasp in her ear.
“How is that?”
“Invincible.”
I touch the crease between her eyebrows that my response garners. “Did you not like that answer?”
“No, I love it.” It's the smallest I’ve ever heard her voice.
“How do I make you feel?” I search her face.
