Page 50 of Fall Apart

I moan into his mouth, feeling my chest rise and fall. His mouth is taking, his tongue gliding along mine. He tugs my ponytail,sending a shiver through my scalp, pulling me back from him. He looks deep into my eyes. There’s a question, a hesitation in his eyes to go with that hunger. “Is this what you want?”

If he only knew. Everything with us is always so charged, so heated, and moves so fast. But it feels so right, so easy. I wrap my legs around him pulling him between them. His eyes dart to the hemline of my sweater dress when it rides up my thighs. I can feel the bulge in his jeans pressed against my aching core through my tights. I look into those smoldering eyes. “Shut up and fuck me, Clay.You’re ruining it.”

That wicked grin of his morphs into something feral and devious. “I have condoms in the bedroom.”

“I’m clean and have an IUD.” I squeeze my calves around his muscular ass, pulling him closer. “So if you’re ok with it, I want to feel you inside me.”

He leans forward, bringing his lips to my ear and I relish in the feeling of his stubble against my cheek. “Good, I’m clean too.” His voice is low and raspy, building anticipation in me. “I know how wet you get for me. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how good you taste, so I want to feel your tight pussy on my cock.” He nips my ear and I arch into him. I feel his rough hands run up my tights, pulling them down one leg at a time. He pushes up the hemline of my sweater dress, looking down between us.

“Goddamn, this fucking pussy.” He licks his lips and puts one hand on my chest, pushing me back onto the island. “Lay back.”

“You know I’m already wet enough for you.” I tease, playfully tapping his ass with my feet, loving the sight of this imposing man standing over me, between my legs.

He runs one finger over my wet core, bringing it to his lips. “Just wanted to make sure I wasn’t dreaming about how good you taste.”

He closes his eyes, licking his finger, humming a low moan. When he opens his eyes, that devious grin is back. I watch as he pulls a barstool over and sits, right between my legs. “What happened to world class athlete?” I pout.

“Shut up, Lizzy.” He grabs my thighs and spreads them, kissing down each one before his mouth stops at the apex of my thighs. His eyes look up at me through his ruffled hair. I didn’t think I’d be seeing this again so soon. All I know is I definitely would never be tired of seeing this man between my legs. “Just a taste before I fuck you hard enough that you can’t walk straight. Don’t think I’ve forgotten that first night we met and you know how I feel about keeping promises.”

This time it’s my turn to grin back. “I’ve been meaning to remind you about that.” He rolls his eyes and buries his face in me. I’m instantly sure of one thing. Clay Chapman knows how to use his mouth. Talking, kissing, and eating me like I’m the last meal on earth on his kitchen island. His tongue has barely touched me and he already has me so worked up. Each lick, swirl, and nip, all start to build that coil of tension I can feel at the base of my spine. He slides one finger into me, pumping in motion with his tongue. “Fuck. Clay.” My words are a needy prayer and I feel myself clench around his finger. He groans in approval, only heightening the sensation.

“Don’t worry, I’ll fuck you soon enough.” He licks and sucks my clit and I feel myself barrel to that edge. I lay back, savoring every second of this. Until he stops and I hear the barstool slide back against the floor. I open my eyes and look up, only to see Clay look down at me with what I can only describe as animalistic intent. “Come here.” His voice is commanding and before I can even move, he grabs me by my hips and slides me off the counter, bringing me into his chest.

He cranes his neck, bringing his mouth down to mine, his tongue finding the back of my mouth. I moan into his, tasting my own arousal. “Why did you stop?”

“Because I know you’re ready to take this dick now.” He kisses me one more time before grabbing my hips, manhandling me with his big strong hands and spinning me around, splaying and pinning myhands out on the island in front of me in one motion. I hear him unzip his jeans and let them fall to the floor. He steps out of them and I push against that counter top, backing my ass into him, grinding against the bulge in his briefs. I’m so desperate for the friction, aching with want. I think deep down, I’ve wanted this every second since that night we met.

He must feel the same way because he grabs my hips, pulling me against him and I can feel him shudder. “Goddamnit. We’re really doing this?” he asks, excitement lacing his low voice.

“If you don’t hurry up, I’m going to start playing with myself. Now, shut up and fuck me.” I back my ass into him again.

I feel him drop his briefs before rubbing and tapping the head of his cock against my swollen clit.

“You’re something else.” His voice is rough and strained, but those words still hit me the same. I love hearing that from him, whether he knows it or not. I look down between my legs, just in time to watch him stroke his length before notching it at my entrance. I push back, wanting to feel him in me. But he stops me, grabbing my hips tight. “I’ll go slow. Let you get used to me.”

I look over my shoulder at him, rolling my eyes. “I swear if you don’t put that dick in me right now, I’ll-”

He cuts me off. “You’ll what? Do something bratty?” He gives my ass a light slap and I whimper.

“Yes. Exactly. Like remember that I was pissed off at you five minutes ago.” With that, he eases into me, slowly, but surely in one devastating thrust, forcing me to look forward. He’s thick and long, stretching and filling me, pain and pleasure rush through me. I bite my lip so hard I swear I can taste blood before moaning his name.

“Jesus, fuck, Lizzy,” Clay growls through gritted teeth. I look back over my shoulder and take in the sight of him behind me, digging his hands into my hips. “You’re so fucking tight. Your pussy looks so good stretched around my cock.” His eyes lock on to mine and theravenous, desperate look of him finally letting go unleashes something in me. I arch my back and push my ass back into him again and again. I smirk when he shudders and I whimper at the sensation of him bottoming out in me.

The way he stretches and fills me is so overwhelming, so sinfully painful. I want to feel him for days afterwards. He digs his fingers in harder and I know it’s going to leave a bruise. He starts thrusting. Slow, but hard and punishing. I drop my head onto the cold marble counter and whimper. “Tell me how good I feel.” My voice is a breathy, teasing plea. I want him to let go. I want to see him, this side of him.

“Is that what you need?” His voice is raspy and husky in a way that sends shivers of want through me. “You need me to tell you how perfect this pussy is, how perfect you are? That’s going to get you off?” He thrusts hard into me again and I moan into the crook of my elbow, savoring the sensation of him.

I look back at him, grinning and nodding. “Yes. Tell me.”

He thrusts harder and faster, flicking his eyebrows at me with a lust filled smile, baring his teeth. “You already know it’s perfect, princess.”

I always knew I had a praise kink, but hearing things like that from him confirms it. I want to hear it from him.Always.

The way I don’t have to tone myself down or hide from him is so freeing. I turn and bury my face back into my elbow, enjoying him pounding into me relentlessly.

“Spread them,” he growls at me, stopping for a moment. Before I can even ask what he means, he kicks my feet apart, spreading my legs. “Now play with your clit, princess.”

I look over my shoulder at him, intoxicated by the lust in his eyes, loving the sight of his tattooed hands on my hips. I see my purse next to me on the counter and smile back at him. He arches a questioningeyebrow and tracks my arm when I stretch it out and knock my purse onto the floor, spilling the contents. “Make me.”

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