Taking the Fall: The Complete Series (Taking the Fall #1-4)(8)
“It’s okay if you like it, Cherry. I know I will.” I take my finger out and draw it into my mouth. I want the taste of her * on my tongue for what I’m about to do.
I reach down again, but this time I undo my pants and free my cock. It’s hard, thick, and leaking pre-cum everywhere. She feels it when my cock touches her ass cheek and she starts to struggle again. “Be still,” I say and hold her down a little tighter. I reach back in her panties and coat my fingers in her honey, using it to lube up my cock.
“You’re so f*cking soaked for me, aren’t you, Cherry? You like the struggle, don’t you?”
She moans and moves her hips again and I know she’s torn between hating this and loving it. “You remember how mad you used to get when I made you do something, right, baby? You remember that time I forced you to change out of that white bikini because I could see your nipples through it? You were so mad at me, Cherry. Do you remember you stamped upstairs and fingered yourself until you came?” She starts to deny it but I cut her off. “Say what you want, baby, but I stood outside that door. I know exactly how much you hate my bossy ass.” Her moan is all the answer I need.
I stroke my cock against her ass and my pre-cum leaves trails on her peachy skin. “It’s okay, pretty girl, you don’t have to answer. I can smell your *. I know you want it. I’ve got you on my tongue too.” I lean down and kiss the side of her face softly as I keep jerking my cock off against her ass.
“Oh God, Carter. What are you doing?” Her eyes are closed and I feel her body trembling. She’s right on the edge, between fear and arousal. Perfect.
“I’m marking what’s mine,” I growl, and jerk my cock off fast and hard. “It may be between your legs but it belongs to me.” She must like my words because she starts rubbing her ass against my cock. I know she’s just as hot as I am for this.
“Take me, Carter. Fuck me. Please.” She’s begging now and I love the sound of it.
“Not yet, Cherry. You’ll get it when I give it to you. But for now, you’ll take this.” I pull her panties to the side and she sticks her ass back, exposing her * to me. I nudge the tip of my cock right up against her wet warmth, and I cum. My need to claim is so powerful, I pull back and rub my cock against her sweet pink *, branding it with my hot seed. While I’m still going off, I move my cock and smear it all over her * lips and clit.
I feel her hips jerk and she cums, screaming my name. All it took was that one little swipe? Holy f*ck, I had no idea she would go off so quick. The sound of my name on her lips while she comes is like a jolt to my system, and my cock is fully hard again.
She’s completely covered in my cum and I’ve never felt more drained. That orgasm hit me like a truck. Masturbating on her was the hardest I have ever cum in my life. I don’t care if I haven’t been with a woman in years; I had a feeling that with her, it would always be like this. I always knew that, even if I had her moments ago, I would want her seconds later.
I reach down and gently move her panties so that none of my cum is lost. She’s still coated in me and I want it to stay that way. Once her panties are in place, I gently pat her there, as if to say “good job”. I step back and put my still rock-hard cock back in my jeans. Immediately, she spins around and glares at me, but before she can speak I softly grab her by the jaw and look directly into her eyes.
“We’re going inside to say goodbye to your friend. You’re going to get your shit, and then we’re out of here.”
I know I’m being harsh but I’ve been away from her for too long and I need to be alone with her as quickly as possible. I’m trying to rein myself in, but the hard edge of prison can’t be blunted so easily.
“But,” she starts to say but I interrupt. “Now.”
I reach down and pull her dress back in place. I think about making her wear my leather jacket because I hate the idea of her walking around in that dress. It looks like it was made just to f*cking piss me off, but I know if I take my jacket off, my gun will be visible.
I lean down and give her a quick kiss on the nose, and she looks at me with a mix of anger and shock. I turn her towards the door and lay a loud smack on her ass. She lets out a loud yelp and glares over her shoulder at me.
“Move it, Cherry.”
LAYLA
Carter’s here. Not only that, I just begged him to f*ck me.
In my fantasies I always beg him. In fact, the more I grew to hate him over the years because of his rejection, the rougher my fantasies became. It was like my mind, body and heart were always at war. To reconcile myself with these thoughts, I would just think about him taking what he wanted. I could fight him and act like I didn’t want him, but I did. I think it’s part of what I’ve always wanted, why I was drawn to him to begin with. He has this dark edge that I seem to crave. I want him to take it out on my body, because only I can soothe it. I want to take away his darkness and give him some of my light.
What the hell is wrong with me? It took my intoxicated mind a beat to realize it was him. At first I thought I was seeing things, but there was no way what just happened wasn’t real. I can still feel his warm cum sliding down my thighs. I thought he was big the last time I saw him, now he looks like a freaking mountain. A terrifying, treacherous mountain.
My mind is racing with a thousand questions, but my body is dying for another release. God, as shameful as it is to think it, I just wish he would have taken me out there—turned me around, put his hand over my mouth and just drove in. I came for him with just a little touch, even though I was fighting it. Now he knows what I really like and that terrifies me. He might just take what he wants from me, and as much as it scares me, a voice in the back of my head wants it too.