Page 52 of Falcon

“Open it.” I use both hands to push her breasts together so I can tease both of her nipples with my mouth at once.

She complies, unlatching the buckle and pulling it open. She doesn’t waste any time either, because she immediately pops open my fly and lowers the zipper.

I bring my lips back up to her neck then zero in on her ear. “Reach inside. Touch me. I want to feel those delicate little fingers wrapped around me.”

She slips first one finger into the waistband of my boxer briefs, quickly followed by another until she’s guiding her entire hand in, and when I feel her skin connect with the tender skin of my cock, I nearly come on the spot.

“Jesus fuck.”

She just smiles and presses closer against me. “I felt you throb in my hand.” She swipes her thumb over the seam in the head and gives me a gentle tug.

“Keep doing that and this will be over way before it even begins.”

“Falcon, I want you…” she begs, grinding her body down onto me.

“Who am I to deny you?”

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