Page 111 of Dare To Fall

“I got you, baby.” He pushes a finger inside me.

Clutching at his shoulders, I groan, tilting my hips to welcome it deeper.

Eli pumps it in and out of me. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

His thumb circles my clit, and the building pressure climbs within me.

Another finger joins the first, and I grind against them. “More. I need more.”

“Ride my hand.” He captures my mouth in a fierce kiss.

I writhe as a third finger slips inside me. My moans are smothered by his mouth, as it ravages mine. Our tongues dance together, fighting for dominance.

My nails rake down one side of his back as an orgasm slams into me. Eli doesn’t stop rubbing my clit, drawing every last response from my body. When I relax back into the mattress, he pulls his hand from between my legs and licks his fingers.

“How many orgasms are you planning on making me give you?”

I giggle. “A million.”

“You’re definitely trying to kill me.”

“Did you think I was going to stab you? Or smother you with a pillow.”

Eli laughs. “The idea crossed my mind when we first arrived.”

I hum, and then smile. “Death by giving orgasms.”

Nudging his shoulder, I get him to roll onto his back, and then I straddle his waist.

He stares up at me, eyes narrow. “What are you doing?”

“Don’t you like having me on top of you?” I move my hips in a slow, smooth circle and feel his cock twitch beneath his sweatpants.

“You know I do, but if you want my mouth, you need to sit on my face.”

Ignoring him, I continue gyrating against the hard ridged length, enjoying the friction.

I want to tease him. Torment him. Make him as lost to the need to have me as I feel when I’m around him.

My rhythm grows faster, desperate, until I’m mindlessly grinding over him. “Please, please. I want you inside me.”

“Ari—”

“I need it so bad.”

His hands jerk up to grip my hips. “Baby, you need to stop.”

I throw my head back, but I don’t stop my movements. “No. Give me what I want. I’ll drive you mad until I get it. Fill me up with your cum. Do it, Eli. I know you want it to.”

Chapter 75

Eli

The girl writhing around on top of me is torturing me. Killing me slowly with the heat of her body, her soft moans, her pleas to have my dick inside her.

Reaching up, I tangle a hand into her hair and pull her head back down to mine, rolling to pin her beneath me as our mouths collide. Her hand snakes between our bodies to shove beneath the waistband of my sweats. I pull it out, shaking my head.

“But I want—”

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