Page 63 of Trustfall

“Can I hold you? It’s okay if you don’t want me to.”

“Yes,” she sobs quietly. “H-hold me.”

My heart sinks at the tremor in her voice.

I lie down behind her, rolling the condom off and throwing it onto the floor before snaking an arm around her waist and pulling her in close to me. The only comfort I have now is feeling the rise and fall of her chest as she drifts off to sleep.

I wakeup to something warm and wet on my face. My chin. My lips. My chest. When it starts to go lower, my eyes snap open.Emory. She’s perched between my legs, kissing a trail down my stomach. I hold her head, attempting to guide her back up, but she doesn’t budge.

“Emory,” I rasp softly, sleep still inhabiting my voice.

“I need you, Luke.”

“We need to talk first, baby.”

“I don’t want to talk,” she says in between kisses.

“Emory,” I warn again.

“Please.” There’s desperation in her voice, and I don’t know how much longer I can resist giving her what she wants. What sheneeds.

“What do you need?” I ask as my cock starts to thicken.

“I need—I need to be in control,” she admits.

“Fuck, I can’t say no to you. Take what you need, Em—use me.”

She lifts her head, crawling up my abdomen and hooking a leg over my waist. She straddles my still-naked body, reaching down, grasping my now rock-hard cock, and lifting herself to line it up with her opening. Then, she sinks down slowly—so fucking slowly—and I feel every inch of my length plunging into her wetness. A muffled cry escapes her as she fills herself up.

She starts to move up and down, gaining more momentum with each pass. I try to hold back, but my hips start moving of their own accord, matching her thrust for thrust. She shakes her head, placing a firm palm on my chest to stop my movement.

I still, giving her what she wants.

She continues to move, spearing herself on my cock.

Over and over.

It feels so fucking good that I’m the one coming undone now, panting and grunting and moaning. She looks over to her abandoned side of the bed and picks something up, balling it in her fist. Then her eyes turn dark.

“Open your mouth,” she commands, and I obey without a second thought. Fuck, this girl can have anything she wants. She could ask me for an organ right now, and I’d rip it out of my body and hand it to her, still dripping blood.

She stuffs something into my mouth, and the scent of her, warm and sweet and earthy, fills my nostrils. Her panties.Holy fuck. She just stuffed her panties in my mouth.

“That’s better,” she muses. I understand now. She doesn’t want to hear me. She doesn’t want me to move. She wants to use me. She needs to take back the power she lost.

Who took it from you, baby?

I try to stay quiet, but she circles her hips, and I let out a muffled whimper. She needs to come. I’m not going to last much longer.

“Do you want to come?” she asks, reading my mind. I nod eagerly.

“Soon, baby,” she coos. “I need you to hold on a little longer.”

Fuck, I don’t know if I physically can. But I know what she needs to push her over the edge. I bring my thumb up to where we’re connected and start rubbing little circles on her clit. That does it. She screams out and shatters all around me, her legs convulsing on top of me. I follow immediately, her panties catching my muffled moans as I spill inside her.

“Fuck,” I rip the panties out of my mouth and exhale as she slides off me. We both take several minutes to catch our breath, and then she goes to get up, probably to clean off, but I stop her.

“Let me,” I say as I drop my bare feet to the cold floor. I grab a towel in the bathroom, dampening it with warm water before returning to her. I gently rub the cloth between her legs, and she hisses at the contact.

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