Page 114 of When She Falls (The Fallen)
When my movements slow, he pulls out of me and sucks my juices off his fingers like it’s his favorite dessert.
A shiver runs through me.
Ras nudges my leg off his shoulder, sits back on his heels, and lets go of me. Without him supporting me, my legs won’t hold. He watches me slide against the wall. My wetness coats his lips, his beard. When I land on my ass and my legs fall open on their own accord, his gaze latches onto my pussy. I’m trembling, panting, baring myself to him, and he’s feasting on the sight like he could stare at me forever. Like he’s worked for this, and now he’s enjoying the fruits of his labor.
After a minute, he stands up, straightens out his slacks, and pulls down the sleeves of his shirt. It’s like he’s getting ready to walk out of here and pretend his tongue wasn’t just deep inside my cunt. He glances down at me, doesn’t offer a hand, and walks to the bed.
I follow every movement through hooded eyes, waiting for him to make his next move.
Ras sits down on the edge of the mattress and starts undoing his cufflinks.
He’s quick. Efficient. The cufflinks go on the nightstand. Then he makes quick work of the buttons on his shirt. When he pushes the fabric over his shoulders, it’s my turn to gorge on the sight of his bare skin.
Smooth, tanned, muscular back. Rounded biceps. When he moves, tendons dance beneath his flesh. He’s got a full-sleeve tattoo on his left arm, and another one nearly finished on the right. There’s a smattering of ink over his abs.
I want to get closer, but I realize I’m waiting for instructions. He’s in control now. He doesn’t need to say it. It’s in the air.
Ras tosses the shirt behind him onto the bed and then unfastens his belt, pulling the leather through the loops on the waistband of his slacks. He undoes the button and the zipper.
When he reaches in and takes out his cock, my mouth grows wet. It’s jutting out, bigger than I expected, glistening at the tip.
He doesn’t finish taking off his pants, just leans back on his palms, spreads his legs, and dips his chin toward his erection. “Get on your hands and knees and crawl to me.”
My breath catches. A gush of wetness runs down my thigh.
His eyes are taunting as he waits for me to do it. Maybe he thinks I won’t. Maybe he thinks it’s already too much for me.
It’s not. My body pulses with arousal, ready to do anything he demands from me.
When I start moving, his eyes become burning embers. He watches me move closer, my hands and knees pressing into the low-pile rug.
My cheek bumps against his leg. I drag it against his thigh until I reach his groin. His cock is an inch away from my mouth, hard and veiny, a drop of pre-cum sliding down his shaft.
I wrap my hand around the base and slowly lick above it. I do that a few times before I look up to see if I’m on the right track. A nervous energy swirls inside my gut. I know what to do in theory, but I’m low on practice.
Ras’s taking shallow breaths, his eyes glued to me. He drags his thumb along my jaw and pulls on my bottom lip. “Cazzo.You look so fucking good kneeling between my legs.”
I let his low, rumbly voice wash over me. His praise scratches an itch I didn’t realize I had inside me.
Suddenly, I’m determined. I’m going to do this well. I’m going tocrushthis.
His thumb leaves my lip. “Now, put it in your mouth and suck.”
I’m ready. I take his thick cock all the way in until the head hits the back of my throat. My gag reflex kicks in. I choke, eyes watering, but I breathe through it until the unpleasant sensation disappears.
Then I do it again.
He groans and curses in Italian. A hand lands on my shoulder and gives me an appreciative squeeze.
It’s not good enough. I want to hear the words.
The next time I take him all the way in, I add a swirl of my tongue and suck in my cheeks.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he groans. “Peaches, you’re taking it so well.”
There’s a burst of satisfaction in my chest followed by a pang between my legs. It shocks me. He just made me come minutes earlier, but when I squeeze my thighs together, I can feel my pussy’s getting even more wet.
I think I’m finally getting the hang of it when he pulls my mouth off his cock, his fist in my hair. A wave of disappointment crashes through me. What did I do wrong?
