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His eyes are dark, urgent.
I grab his wet hard cock, guide it to my entrance.
“I don’t have a condom,” he groans.
“I’m clean.”
“Me too. Are you on the pill?”
“No, but it’s my safe time of the month.”
Fallon bites the side of my neck and penetrates me until he’s buried deep in my core.
He tucks his hands under my ass and fucks me, setting a fast pace.
My pussy greedily sucks him with every thrust. It feels so good to be stretched to the fullest that I’m panting again, ready for another release. I close my eyes, savoring every moment.
“Layla! Look at me.”
I open my eyes.
“You’re mine now.”
I feel so good, my eyelids droop.
He freezes the bulbous head of his engorged, long shaft, a breath away from my entrance.
“Don’t stop.” I arch my hips.
“Say it Layla,” he growls, shifting further away.
“What?” I’m staring at him now.
“Say you’re mine. I want you to see who’s making you scream.”
“I’m yours, Fallon.” I mean every word.
Wildly, he slams into me, again and again, each time somehow deeper than before.
I rake my nails down his muscled back, the frenzied storm building inside of me coming to a peak.
He sucks the bite on my neck and I contract against him, his name a song on my lips. Fallon stills, then bucks into me, shooting hot seed up my core.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Fallon
I TRY TO make as little noise as possible as I let myself into the cabin. I place some logs I collected from the outside shed in the fireplace, then put the rest in the corner. With a rag, I pick up the small kettle beside the fireplace and pour a little water into a bowl to wash my hands.
I undress and get in beside Layla. She’s lying on her side, warm and soft. I rub my hands to warm them so she won’t be cold when I spoon her.
The moment I touch her hip, she turns toward me and snuggles against my chest. I smile. No woman has ever made me feel as content as I am now. I’ve always loved sex, but I never imagined the encompassing level of satisfaction I felt with her. I want to talk and lie like this with her every day, not just fuck her. This is the first time I’ve wanted more than sex with a woman. I felt that the moment I entered her.
Will she feel the same way? A pang of uncertainty gnaws at me. What about Evie? I can’t hurt her. She has to be my priority. Have I finally found the love of my life only to cannot claim her?
“You don’t have to worry about me. We’re two consenting adults who slept together. Once we leave, I’ll pretend it never happened.”
I was so deep in thought I didn’t realize Layla had woken up. Her words leave me cold.
