Page 61 of Unexpectedly Falling
I need him everywhere.
“Eyes on me, Trouble. You’re gonna know exactly who owns this pussy when you’re coming all over my dick.”
My lips part at the sheer audacity of his words, a retort at the ready when he circles his hips, grinding against me as he pistons inside me hard and deep. I gasp and moan but he doesn’t stop.
Thank God he doesn’t stop.
My orgasm is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, my face practically tingling and my vision blurring around the edges as I shatter. Jensen’s expression is unhinged as he watches me, my walls strangling his cock as I come.
The waves of pleasure feel like they last forever, but where my body feels warm and sated, Jensen is anything but.
“You didn’t…” I whisper, partially in awe and partially in anticipation, his body flexing and tense as he finally pulls out.
“That was for you,” he growls, leaning back before flipping me onto my stomach and yanking my hips back. “Thisis for me.”
JENSEN
I’m notsure I’ve ever come so hard in my life as I had being buried inside Nessa’s tight pussy, gripping and spanking her ass as she screamed my name into the pillow. I’d said it in the heat of the moment, but I think we both surprised the hell out of ourselves and each other with the intensity of me finally being inside her.
I’d wanted nothing more than to wipe that self-satisfied look off her face—the one that said she was in control and nothing was going to change that.
But I had.
I’d changed both of us—I just didn’t know what it meant yet.
“I gotta hand it to you, Sheriff,” Nessa says with a lazy smile, her hair mussed and her cheeks flushed. “You definitely know what you’re doing with that thing.”
Her eyes drop to where the sheet covers my dick, and even though I’m spent, the damn thing still twitches at the praise like there’s any chance in hell I could rally this soon.
“I’d be insulted by your lack of faith, but I’m far too happy knowing my hand print is still visible on your perfect ass.” Her cheeks flush as she wiggles against the mattress.
“I didn’t know I’d like that,” she admits, and it feels like winning the lottery because I know for a fact that Nessa Hart doesn’t reveal things like that to just anyone.
So I give her a truth of my own.
“I liked doin’ it,” I breathe as I pull the sheet down her stomach and suck one nipple into my mouth. She gasps, fisting my hair and holding me in place as I bite and lick the bud with enthusiasm before pulling back. “And I think it’s been a long while since you’ve been fucked properly, Miss Hart.”
“Don’t start fishin’ for compliments, Sheriff. It’s unbecoming of a lawman such as yourself.”
“Is that right?” I drawl, pulling the sheet the rest of the way down her body. “Good thing I’m off duty then, isn’t it?” My hand absentmindedly caresses the lean muscle of her side and the curve of her hip before my fingers dance across her silky skin and across her stomach.
Nessa’s body tenses as I trace over the faded scars on her abdomen, and my eyes meet hers to ask the unspoken question. They’re surgical and old, but if her reaction to my touch is any indication, the trauma still lingers like they’re fresh.
“I was in a car accident when I was fifteen,” she says quietly. “My sister was driving. She had just turned eighteen, and I remember thinking how excited I was to be able to drive myself home soon. My birthday was coming up and my mother had promised she’d take me to get my permit. It felt like freedom was within my reach.”
“I hated when my brother drove us to school. He never let us pick the radio station.”
She chuckles softly. “You’re showing your age, Sheriff.”
“You weren’t complaining about my age a minute ago.”
“I’m still not.” She smirks and then sighs. “Anyway, we were coming home from practice and some deer ran out into the road. We swerved and avoided them the best we could, but the truckbehind us never slowed down. He slammed into the back end of our car and sent us over the embankment. We rolled a couple of times before slamming into a tree. The guy who hit us never stopped. My sister was hurt but able to call for help, but I don’t remember anything until I woke up in the hospital.”
“Did they catch the guy?”
She nods, her fingers running through my hair as my chin now rests on her belly. “I guess someone saw him right after it happened and called once they heard about our crash. The damage to his truck was extensive, and he was well known by police already so it wasn’t hard to put the pieces together. I didn’t want to know any extra details about it at the time.”
My fingers trace over the scar again. “And this?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
