Page 110 of Falcon

“I thought I was going to come right there in the stands watching you. Oh my God, I never thought I’d like it so much. Like seeing you like that.”

He stops long enough to unbutton my jeans and shove them down my body along with my panties.

“This is going to be quick,” he says, as he lifts me from my feet, spinning me around to pin me on the opposite wall so I can see the door, but his back is facing it.

I reach between us to tug and pull at his shorts He gives me a hand and pulls them down just enough for his cock, rock-hard and ready, to spring free.

I can smell his all-consuming, pure male scent of sweat, plus the mix of the bodywash he used prior to leaving this morning, and I decide right here and right now, I’ll never be able to smell it again without instantly going weak in the knees.

He pushes my T-shirt up to expose my bra beneath and then with both hands, he tears the cups down, giving him full, uninhibited access to my breasts.

The fabric and underwire are forcing them up higher than normal, like they are being presented to him, and he takes full advantage with his lips, teeth, and tongue.

“Fuuuck,” I moan aloud, dropping my head back and letting it thud against the wall.

“Not quite yet. That’s next.” He punctuates that sentence with a bite to my left nipple, which only pulls another cry from my lips.

“Then hurry the hell up. I’m dying here.” I shift my hips to coax him into me.

He slides his nose along mine with that fucking grin on his face that I want to lick off, and then he hitches my legs up, wrapping both of them around his waist. I’m open…exposed…for the taking, and honestly, I want nothing else in the moment.

He gives my lips a tender kiss and nibble before he shifts his body, bending his knees a bit for a better angle, and thrusts forward, impaling me entirely.

I’m rewarded with a deep, heady growl in right my ear, and I nearly come on the spot, just from the animalistic sound coming from his throat.

We find our rhythm. It’s not fast, but it’s not lazy or slow. It’s this perfect combination of needy and selfish. We need each other so desperately, but don’t want this too end too quickly.

I wrap both arms around his neck and dig my nails into his shoulder then glide them up to grip the back of his head when he buries his face in the crook of my neck.

I can feel heat building in the tips of my toes, like I’m being dipped into warm water feet first. My thighs are trembling, and my clit is throbbing with each thrust. His pelvis kisses it with every movement, and an involuntary purr leaves my lips as it does.

I almost don’t notice the movement by the door. Honestly, most people wouldn’t, but it’s the small blade of light that slices over my face when it barely swings open and an overly made up face pokes into the room, without permission and completely uninvited.

Jennifer.

She stills completely when she takes in the scene. Falcon fucking me with all his might into the wall, still sweaty from his fight, still in his trunks, grunting, and giving me everything he has.

Calling me his. Telling me how good I feel and how tight I am.

She hears every, single word…and when my eyes connect with hers from across the room, pure, alpha female pride boils in my blood and a wicked grin spreads over my face.

That’s right, Jennifer…he’s mine.

I wish I could take the look of shock on her face and freeze it to keep in my back pocket forever. I’m never one to be petty, but the look on her face is nearly orgasmic in and of itself.

He shifts just a bit and sinks in deeper, letting the head of his cock graze that spot deep inside of my body, and it’s as if he struck a match in my core.

My mouth drops open and I screw my eyes closed as the walls of my pussy begin to flutter and contract in orgasm.

He follows me over the edge, pulsing and shuddering inside of me while laying kiss after kiss along my now sweaty neck.

As the moment fades, I open my eyes to look at the door and our audience has fled, having learned a very significant lesson.

Don’t fuck with a real woman.

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