Page 47 of Falcon

Christ. Fuck. Me. My. God.

“Faith…” I growl against the shell of her ear. “You may want to stop before this goes so far we won’t be able to…”

She doesn’t respond with words, only with action.

She reaches back with her hand and cups my dick through my shorts and squeezes. “What if I don’t want you to stop? I’ve been thinking about this for days, Falcon. I even dream about it. I can’t focus on anything else. You’ve ruined me,” she moans softly.

“No, baby, I haven’t even gotten started.” I spin her around in my arms so her back is to the mirror, and press my chest to hers, leaving her arms untouched so we don’t have a repeat of last night.

She curls her arms around my neck and pulls me in closer. “More,” she begs.

I don’t care we are in public. I don’t care someone could walk in at any moment. I don’t care for me, but I care for her. I would love to strip her from the waist down and fuck her senseless right here against this mirror, but I can’t do that to her. This is her home, and I won’t let people start talking.

They’ve already started just based on that fucking video someone filmed last night, and I want to shield her from it as best I can.

Fucking her in public would only make things worse.

But I won’t stop kissing her. Not until she asks me to, because I can’t get enough. She’s a drug to me. A must have. An addiction I need another fix of.

I adjust my stance a bit so my knee fits between her thighs and presses up against her center. I can feel the warmth radiating from her pussy, even through her leggings, and her nipples are taut, hard under her sports bra.

“Oh my God,” she sighs.

“Not God. Just me.” I smirk and kiss my way from her lips, to her jaw, to her neck.

She laughs and it bleeds into a soft moan when she shifts her hips, rubbing herself against my leg, but she stops, like she’s suddenly embarrassed that she feels good doing it.

“No,” I say. “Don’t stop, baby.” I grip her waist and push and pull on her body, helping her find her pleasure.

“Holy wow.” She drops her head back and it thumps on the mirror, but she doesn’t even flinch. She rolls her body and arches, curving so the top of her head rests against the glass and her neck is outstretched, presenting itself like a living, breathing buffet for my taking.

In this moment, I want nothing more than for her to come. Right here. Right now. Just from rubbing herself like a kitten on me.

I lick her pulse and bite her skin. I can feel her heart racing beneath my every touch. Her chest is heaving and flushing a beautiful color that resembles a rosé wine.

This moment began with my hands guiding her body, but she’s taken over, moving at her own pace, the way she needs, chasing a release that I’m craving from her.

She is pressing down harder against me, and I make a mental note of everything she needs, everything she does. I want to know what makes this girl tick, what drives her wild. What makes her putty in my hands.

“I’m…oh wow…Falcon…I’m going to come,” she mewls, then licks her perfect lips as they curve into a grin.

“Fuck yes. Come for me.” I curl the hand on the back of her neck and pull her head upright and slam my lips onto hers, eating every cry that drips from her lips as her body convulses and shakes. The orgasm rocks her body from the inside, and fuck if I can’t feel it in my own soul.

Our kiss settles, her body relaxes, and I slowly unwind myself from her with a gentle nibble and pull on her bottom lip.

She blinks her eyes open and gives me an exhausted, but sated smile.

“You, Falcon Masen, are going to be a problem for me.”

If you only knew, beautiful girl, what a problem you already are for me.

My heart feels it, and right now, my cock painfully agrees.

I kiss her once more before stepping a few paces away from her. “That’s one way to finish a workout, huh?” I say.

She sighs heavily and the sound of a lip trill echoes off the walls. “You can say that again, but I do feel bad.”

“Why would you feel bad?”

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