Page 71 of Feels Like Falling
A plea.
A cry of desperation rips from my lungs a second before his mouth covers my pussy, his tongue and lips relentless as his fingers spread me—tormenting me as he feasts. My core clenches with my impending orgasm.
“Ohmygod, ohmygod, don’t stop,” I chant, my knuckles white as I grip the edge of the cooler before I shatter, my knees practically buckling as little dots dance behind my eyelids. I whimper and writhe as Montana’s tongue thrusts inside me, my walls clenching around him as he fucks another orgasm out of me.
It’s never been done before—not like that—not by anyone.
This time my knees do buckle and Montana pulls me down against him, letting me cling to his muscled body as I start to come back to mine.
“You hungry?” he asks and I look up at him in disbelief. “What? I asked ifyouwere hungry.” He smirks and it’s downright wicked. “I already ate.”
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MONTANA
“Knock it off if you don’t plan on doing anything about it,” I grumble into Ellison’s hair as my arm tightens around her waist. Her sexy little ass pushes back against me like a quick tease before she’s spinning to face me.
She’s been insatiable all week. My restraint had snapped at the waterfall, that scrap of fabric she’d called a bathing suit making it impossible to resist tasting her sweet pussy before sinking into all that tight heat over and over again.
We can’t get enough of each other, and I am not complaining.
“I’ve been begging to do something about it since I got here, Max. You know I’m nervous about the first day of school tomorrow,” she whines a split second before her lips land on mine in a bruising kiss that she commands with every lick of her tongue. My palm finds the curve of her ass and I squeeze, digging my fingers into her flesh and pressing her tighter to my body.
I’m tired—but never too tired for this.
Her teeth nip at my bottom lip before she’s forcing my head back to kiss the underside of my jaw and down my throat. My chest heaves as she slides over me, traveling lower, her mouth hot and wet on my skin until she’s settled between my legs.
“You gonna let me take these off you?” she asks, the words sounding innocent—but it’s all an act. Her breath ghosts over the head of my dick through the fabric, causing it to jump and me to groan.
“Yes.”
Humming, she hooks her thumbs in the elastic waistband and drags the tight cotton slowly over my hips, nipping and tasting me without really touching.
It’s maddening.
And addictive.
And she’s definitely going to pay for it.
“Is this for me?” Ellison asks coyly, taking my dick in her hand once she’s finally gotten me naked and laid out for her.
“Yes.” The word is hoarse as it leaves my throat, my pulse pounding in my chest as she strokes me. I feel exposed and vulnerable and completely at her mercy.
I feel owned by Ellison Mills.
“You’ve been so good, haven’t you? I’ve been dying to taste you, Max.” She had me last night. And the night before but that hardly seems relevant when she’s been using my body to take her mind off this new chapter in her life.
“Fuck, baby.” My hips jerk off the bed as she licks up the entire length of my cock. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
“Mmm, that sounds sexy, Max.” She purrs as her tongue drags along the veins before her lips wrap gently around the head, teasing the underside and licking precum from the slit.
God damn this woman.
“Ellison.” I moan her name as I grip her hair lightly, desperate for something to hold on to.
“Not this time.” She bats me away, her gaze wicked as she looks up at me. “Grip the headboard. I want to see you all stretched out for me.” She pulls her shirt over her head, and I watch as it falls somewhere beside her. Ellison’s full, round tits mock me, and my arms flex as I grip the headboard tighter.
“I’m gonna break this thing if I can’t touch you,” I say through gritted teeth, but she just shrugs, her breaths rising and falling with the motion, her pretty pink nipples peaked and taunting me.
