Page 75 of Falcon

“Falcon,” I mewed. I sounded aroused and scared.

“Relax, baby,” Falcon murmured as my hips moved in rhythm with him. His mouth fastened onto my neck, sucking hard. I was shocked at how fast the pressure built up between my legs. I rubbed them together desperately.

“Oh, God, Falcon!”

“Come,” he ordered and bit the sensitive area near my collarbone. I exploded and stiffened against his fingers as Falcon kept circling my clit, milking my release.

“I can’t wait to get between those thighs. It’s going to be heaven,” Falcon said as he blinked away stars.

“That’s an orgasm?” I gasped, and Falcon’s head shot up.

“Your first?”

“Yes,” I admitted shyly. Possessiveness and triumph lit Falcon’s eyes.

“I’m your first?”

“To give me one, yeah, stop, you’re embarrassing me.”

“Fuck that,” Falcon’s chest puffed out, and I giggled, embarrassed. “I gave you a first; nobody’s taking that. But what about that asshole?”

“After Jayes, Dawson never touched me. Called me frigid, and he preferred fucking his second cousin, Mabel. Mabel did me a huge favour,” I replied, and Falcon’s eyes widened.

“They really are inbred!”

“Yup, and she was pregnant with his kid. That’s one thing I’m unsure about. That will be Jayes half-sister or brother. But I couldn’t let Jayes visit. They’d abuse him, and I won’t allow that.”

“Babe, sounds like that’s a no-win situation.”

“Yeah,” I drawled sadly.

“We’ll have our own kids one day, and in the meantime, Jayes has Satan’s Spawn to play with,” Falcon said.

As I yawned, Falcon smirked. “I wore you out.”

“I need a shower,” I muttered, yawning again. Falcon settled me beside him and tucked me into his side.

“Tomorrow,” he murmured as my eyes fluttered closed.

A rock-hard cock shoved against my hipbone, and I froze. Immediately the pressure eased, and I yanked back, almost tumbling out of bed in my haste. A firm hand grabbed me and stopped me from falling as I stared into a pair of alert eyes.

“Falcon!” I breathed and relaxed. He tucked me in closer and wrapped an arm around my waist.

“We fell asleep,” Falcon murmured.

“I’m not used to waking up with someone.”

Falcon frowned.

“Dawson and I didn’t share a bedroom. He either stayed at Mabel’s or slept in the spare room. He hated the way I smelt.”

“You smell of vanilla and coconut,” Falcon replied, puzzled.

“Yup, and Dawson loathed it. Claimed I smelled weird, so I made sure I always showered in it. The guy is strange.”

“No denying that,” Falcon agreed.

“We better get up. Jayes will come looking for us soon.”