Page 32 of Meant to be Falling
She’d come like a freight train barreling down the tracks with no brakes, her pussy squeezing me so hard I’d followed her blindly over the edge.
The phone jostles and it takes me a couple of seconds to realize what I’m looking at.
Holy fuck, yes.
“If I’m doing this, I want to see your cock,” she says matter-of-factly, but I’m so mesmerized by the purple lace lingerie she’swearing it takes me a solid thirty seconds to work through her demand.
Wrestling my boxers off, I watch as she takes me in, any and all blood headed south as she licks her lips. I squeeze my cock and her mouth falls open, andGod how am I gonna last with her looking at me like that?
“I like the purple,” I say, my brain working on the most basic level as she looks down at the silky fabric trimmed with lace.
“I’ve never worn it—bought it for myself after I moved here.”
“You look stunning.”
“What else?” she purrs, sitting back, her tits practically spilling out of her camisole as she inches the hem up her stomach, revealing matching lacy panties.
“Sexy,” I pant, stroking up and down my length. “Are you wet for me? Fuck, I want to feel you.”
Her cheeks are pink but she doesn’t look away, not even close. She teases me, slipping her fingers down her stomach and under all that lace, gasping as she touches herself.
“Slow down,” she says, propping the phone on the nightstand and tugging the top up and exposing one full, needy breast.
I curse and jostle my phone, leaning it against the lamp, my dick aching as I watch her palm her tit, kneading it and pinching her nipple as her other hand dances between her legs.
“I’m not gonna last, baby; you got me so worked up. Fuck, look at you. God damn, Lana, I know it’s juvenile but I want to fuck your tits, mark you when I come all over them.”
“I’d let you.”
I fist myself harder, not bothering to hide how absolutely manic I am right now watching her fondle and fuck her pussy.
“Dream Girl, tell me you want me to come. It feels too damn good.”
“You’ll wait until I come first,” she commands, the words more breathy than fierce as she rocks against her own touch.
I whimper and I don’t even care, my body screaming as I hold off my orgasm and I watch her fall apart, her hips bucking up off the bed, giving me the sexiest view of her bare ass cheek.
“Please, baby,” I beg, my body shaking as the last of my restraint snaps.
Her lips curve up into a devilish smile as she rolls onto her knees and pulls the top over her head, leaving her in nothing but her soaking wet panties.
“Now,” she murmurs as she palms her tits, pushing them together and toward the screen, “you can come.”
“Fuck,” I growl, the intensity making my vision blacken around the edges, but I don’t dare look away, my hand fisting my cock until I’m biting the knuckles on my other hand to keep from waking the whole damn place.
Lana sits back on her heels, her hands falling to her thighs as she watches me.
“That was seriously fucking hot,” she says casually like I’m not actively struggling to get my breathing under control.
“You surprised the hell out of me, Dream Girl.”
She frowns. “What’s that mean?” she asks as her hand reaches for the sheet.
“Don’t do that,” I pant. “I meant the way you took control—owned your release and mine. It wasseriously fucking hot.” She smirks as I parrot her words back to her but what can I do?
Nothing has ever been hotter.
And it wasn’t because of the lingerie, although that didn’t hurt.
