Page 261 of When We Fall: Part Two
Oh god. No one had ever said anything so dirty to me in my life.
And he wasn’t kidding. He stopped working on his pants and buried his face between my legs.
I had no idea what he was doing, but two fingers pushed deep inside my pussy, and his lips and tongue were on my clit.
I wiggled, making him grunt and suck my clit harder, his fingers working a spot deep inside me.
I ground my pussy back against his face, his mouth making my eyes roll back.
And that was it.
I came, my body convulsing from the sheer impact of it.
Twisting my fingers in his hair, I cried out, my back arching off the bed, my thighs tight around his head as he continued to work me over.
Klaus Seeley certainly knew how to use that mouth of his. He had me coming again within moments.
I felt like I’d been turned to mush. To gelatin. He hadn’t even been inside me, and already I knew I wouldn’t be walking the same tomorrow.
He kissed my pussy and sat up, his lips glistening in the moonlight as he undid his pants.
I was still breathing hard, unsure of what to do or if I had the energy to continue.
I watched as he removed his pants, his very massive cock springing free from his boxers.
Oh god…
He reached past me into his nightstand and pulled out a condom. I watched him tear into it before he rolled the latex onto his dick, his eyes on me.
I shook as he lined himself up with my pussy.
He shifted so he was looming over me, his blue eyes locked on mine.
His lips brushed against mine gently before he pushed forward, breaching me. I winced beneath the intrusion, his dick stretching me as he slowly inched into my center.
“Fuck,” he said breathlessly, and balanced himself so his big body wasn’t completely crushing me. “You’re so fucking tight. God, Rosalie.”
He finally bottomed out and peppered soft kisses on my lips. I thought he’d plunge in and out of me painfully until he got his, but he didn’t. He was slow. Careful.
“Are you OK?” he asked softly.
“Y-Yes.”
“Tell me how you want it,” he murmured.
“Make me forget…”
He raked his fingers through my hair for a moment before pulling out and pushing back in.
Again.
Again.
So deep. So fucking deep.
I held onto him, my nails in his back as his lips found mine. His hands were on my body. My breasts. My face. My hair. His rhythm was in perfect time as I shifted up to meet his thrusts.
He picked up his pace, his lips moving to my neck where he sucked and kissed.
