Page 38 of Blue Falcon


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I slowly trailed my finger up the front of his shirt. “I just want to do my part,” I said breathlessly. I slid my lips over his in a soft whisper. I expected him to stand there stunned, but instead, his hand cupped my neck as he slammed his lips to mine.

Backing me into the room, my legs hit the bed and I stumbled backward, only for him to grab the back of my thighs and haul me up around his waist. Lost in the heat of the moment, I tangled my fingers in his hair and kissed him even harder. I could feel his length pressing against my core and ground myself shamelessly against him.

“Fuck, we shouldn’t be doing this,” he mumbled against my lips.

“No one has to know,” I said breathlessly.

He tossed me down on the bed, his muscles flexing as he tore his shirt over his head. I stared at him in awe. Holy shit. So, this was what it was like to be with a man like him. Ink scrolled across his pecs, over his stomach, and disappeared around his back.

He planted one knee between my legs and his thick hand trailed up my leg over my stockings. He stared at the garters, his eyes hungry with desire. But when he looked up at me, his eyes darkened as his fingers gripped the belts. “You don’t need this shit.”

He yanked his hand back, tearing the garters from the stockings. The rip of fabric sliced through the air as he tossed the wasted material aside. I gasped at the violence of his movements, but forgot all about it when seconds later his lips were at my core. His hot breath fanned over me, making me squirm from the faintest touch of his lips against me.

“Brock!” I cried out, knifing my fingers through his hair as he attacked me with a vigor I’d only ever heard of in romance novels. My legs quivered and my body shook from the intensity I felt rushing through my veins. Never in my life did I imagine anyone could make me feel so alive, so dirty…so wanted.

I came hard against his lips, moaning and thrashing as he drew out every quiver. As my legs flopped to the side, he stood and shoved his pants down his legs. His large cock bobbed in front of me, tempting me more than I wanted to admit.

Kneeling again in front of me, he gripped his thick cock and guided it to my pussy. I pressed a hand to his chest, quirking an eyebrow at him.

“Wrap it up.”

His lips twitched in amusement. “You’re clean and you’re on birth control. And I’ve never been inside a woman without a condom.”

“Then you shouldn’t have a problem putting one on.”

He leaned over me, his hot breath fanning over my lips. “Baby, I’m going to feel every second of your hot snatch covering my cock. I want to feel you cream on me and strangle me with your pussy.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but he thrust deep inside me in the next second. I cried out, gripping onto his shoulders as he sank all the way to the hilt. I forgot about our conversation as he grabbed me under the knees and raised my butt in the air. He pulled out, watching my face as he slammed back inside me.

He was so thick and hard that he was almost too much to take. He didn’t let up, didn’t slow down as he took me hard and fast. There were too many sensations to pay attention to anything other than the way he was making me come apart for him.

My bed rattled against the wall as he fucked me harder. I reached out for him, desperate for something to hold onto. His hand locked with mine, our fingers intertwining as he tossed his head back and buried himself deep inside me.

When he slid out of me, I felt his thick cum slide from my body, dripping on the sheets. Then he climbed over me, pressing his lips to mine in a bruising kiss. When he laid down on top of me, I felt his heart thrumming in rhythm with mine and I knew it was time to end this.

Pushing him off me, I rolled over and scooted to the edge of the bed. Standing, I pulled my slip down as far as it would go and walked over to the door, grabbing my robe.

“Well, that was…”

“Fucking amazing,” he grinned. “Wanna go again?”

I pursed my lips at him, trying to remember that he was the help and I was about to become even richer than I already was. “As nice as that was, once was enough.”

He huffed out a laugh, standing fully naked and proud before me. I tried not to stare at his thickening cock as he sauntered over to me. His thumb came up, brushing along my jaw as he leaned in. “Once will never be enough.”

He crushed his lips to mine in a rough kiss, then bent over and grabbed his sweats off the floor. I breathed deeply through my nose as he dressed and walked out, slamming the door behind him.

12

BROCK

“Cash is gonna be so pissed at you.”

I glared at Lock as I walked into my room, smelling of sex and sweat. I didn’t give two fucks. She came onto me, and that was really all that mattered. “What’s new?”

“He told you to stay away.”

“He says a lot of shit. He tells Fox not to kill. He doesn’t like Scottie to vomit in the plane. Hell, he would love it if FNG would stop trying to get himself killed.”

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