The Fall Up (The Fall Up #1)(25)



“Shhh,” I urged between kisses.

She grumbled in frustration, “I need—”

I cut her off. Using her wrist, I guided her hand down to my denim-covered cock. “Me. You need me.”

I only knew because I needed her.

And, as her face softened, the truth tumbled from her mouth. “I really do.”

“Then take it.”

It was just that simple. I was there to be with her. She could have me in any and every way she wanted.

Without another word, she unbuttoned my jeans and slid her hand inside, wrapping it possessively around my cock.

“Fuck,” I breathed.

It was promptly followed by a curse of her own when her palm made contact with the metal of my apadravya.

I hadn’t even caught my breath as her mouth collided with mine. Her hand continuously worked my cock—her thumb rolling over the metal at the tip with every upstroke. It wasn’t long before a familiar sensation formed in my balls—entirely too soon.

“Levee, wait.”

The words had barely cleared my lips when she pushed me off-balance and onto the bed beside her. In only a pair of panties, Levee climbed off the bed without even releasing her grip on my cock.

“Up,” she ordered, standing between my legs.

“Up what?” I asked, shocked by our sudden role reversal.

I attempted to sit up only to be forced back down. Her hand fell away to shimmy the denim off my hips.

“Toe your shoes off,” she ordered.

This bossy side of Levee took me aback, but she was almost naked…trying to get me naked.

I did as I’d been told.

Levee began a frenzied task of undressing me, not even glancing back up into my eyes until she was satisfied with my jeans, boxers, and socks all lying on the floor at her feet.

“God, Sam,” she breathed, dropping to her knees and once again gripping my impossibly hard cock.

“Wait.” I sat up and tried to pull her back to her feet. “I go first. I mean, you go… Son of a… Fuck!” I lost all conscious thought as she dipped her head and circled her tongue around the head of my cock.

“Your dick’s pierced.” Her hand stroked a relentless rhythm from base to tip.

“I… Fuck… Ugh.” My muscles tensed as I glided through her hand. “Is it? I thought they all looked like that.”

“So f*cking thick.” She went back down for another lick. Collapsing back on the bed, I gave up on my objections.

She could officially go first.

I continued to fire off cuss words and random thoughts as she stroked and licked my shaft, teasing the barbell that ran vertically through the head. When she finally slid my cock to the back of her throat, I came unglued.

“Shit, woman.” I threaded a hand into her hair, attempting to pull her up.

Levee wasn’t done yet.

But I was.

Tucking my hands under her arms, I dragged her onto the bed.

“Sam!” she squealed.

Rising to my feet, I had only one answer. “I’m f*cking you.”

She sucked in a sharp breath. Toying with the ends of her hair, she unnaturally pressed her perfect tits together. I quirked a pointed eyebrow in a not-so-subtle command. She promptly dropped her arms to the sides. Dragging my gaze away, I found my jeans and retrieved a condom from my wallet while silently cursing myself for not having brought a whole damn box.

Levee watched from the bed with her knees bent and wide open for me. Her hair fanned out around her as her hips squirmed from side to side.

She was showing off. And while I loved it, it wasn’t enough and she knew it.

“Get rid of those.” I barked, flashing my gaze down to her panties.

Her lips twisted in a smile, but she quickly obeyed, seductively sliding them down her legs. Then she twirled them on her finger before ceremoniously dropping them to the ground.

A growl rumbled my chest as she brazenly opened her legs, revealing a smooth, glistening * just waiting for me to drive into it.

“I’m gonna need more condoms,” I announced, ripping the foil packet open.

“I have some.” She guided her hand down between her legs and rubbed a circle over her clit.

Christ.

This. Woman.

“Keep going,” I said as I rolled the condom on. “You ready for me?”

“You? Not even close,” she whispered shyly. Then her eyes turned dark, and a sinful grin appeared on her lips. “Your dick though? Absolutely.”

I swallowed hard. Suddenly, I was afraid I wasn’t ready for Levee, either. But, as my pulse sped, I prowled up the bed, ready to take the risk just to feel her.

Her fingers continuously circled her clit, and I lowered my hand to join them. She was soaked and couldn’t help bringing it to my lips for a taste.

“Mmmm,” I purred as she lifted her wet fingers to my mouth, offering me a second course I was more than willing to accept. “I f*ck you. Then we’re taking a shower. Then I’m eating you until I get hard again.” I glided my cock through her folds.

Her head pressed back into the pillow as she arched off the bed.

Bending down, I roughly grazed my teeth over her nipple. “Then we’ll start the cycle over again.”

“You’ll have to smoke at some point,” she taunted even as she writhed under me.

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