Trace

11 - My perfect girl

Trace

Fallon takes a seat on her couch while I collect what I need. She sits stock still while I place her hands in the clean, warm water, and she doesn’t even flinch when I wipe the antiseptic over her cuts. I warned her it would sting, but she didn’t even blink. Fallon is stuck in her head, and she needs to get out of it. I can get Fallon out of her head and send her to a place where she’ll feel peace. Mind and body.

I finish wrapping bandages around Fallon’s hands. They aren’t as fucke.d up as I first thought, just bruised and scraped. They’ll be fine in a few days.

I tape the last strip and notice that she’s been watching me closely while I've been concentrating. “All done.”

“Thank you,”

“Wanna tell me what’s goin’ on inside that head of yours?”

She shakes her head. “I just wish I could forget. Even if it was just for a little while.” She sighs wistfully.

I know what Fallon needs, and I’m going to give it to her.

“Look at me,” Her eyes widen, chest heaves at my demanding tone. Like I’ve said before, I’m no dominant, but I do like submissive women.

Don’t most men?

This woman is submissive, and she doesn’t even know it. Fallon wants somebody to take control, to help her let go of whatever haunts her soul.

I stoke her soft cheek with my thumb. Her eyes are hauntingly beautiful. A beautiful shade of green, and they pull a man deep within, and if I’m not careful, I’ll forget what the hell I’m talking about.

“Trace?”

My hands are holding Fallon’s face, my eyes on hers, my chest suddenly heaving. I want her so bad, and I don’t just mean for right now. I want to make her mine, and I don’t want to let go.

Fuc.k, am I losing my mind?

“Let me help you forget.” My lips are on Fallon’s before she can answer me. I’m going to fuc.k the shi.t out of her, and when I’ve done that, I’m going to fuc.k her some more.

Her fingers claw at the back of my neck as she hungrily straddles my lap, grinding her little puss.y against my dic.k. Fuc.k, my coc.k is so damn hard!

I tear Fallon’s clothes from her body as she clings to me. “I’m gonna fuc.k you so hard,” I tell her as I nip her lower lip and remove my clothes. I stand my full height while holding Fallon in my arms, and her arms and legs are wrapped around me, grinding her wet puss.y against my coc.k.

“Yeah?” She asks knowingly.

“Yeah.” I parrot back. Fallon whimpers when I pull her ass closer, moving my coc.k against her c**t. “I’m gonna bury my coc.k so deep inside of you that you won’t know where either of us begins or ends.”

“Oh, God! Fuc.k me, Trace. Fuc.k me now!”

Holding her ass with one hand, I grab my coc.k in the other and point the tip against her tight little hole. Our eyes are locked; there’s something so fuckin.g powerful between us. I have never felt a connection like this in my life.

What the fuc.k is happening to me?!

I grab Fallon’s hip and slam myself into her so hard, so deep, she’s screaming. I haven’t given her a chance to get used to the feel of me inside her before I’m fuckin.g her raw and rabid. I want her. I fuckin.g need her to the point it’s driving me crazy! The feeling inside of me isn’t normal. I’m possessive of her, greedy for her attention. Obfuckinsessed with this girl.

Fallon is cumming on my d**k in minutes, screaming my name and begging for more. If I’m not careful, I’ll blow my load before I’ve finished with the girl!

I drop her to her feet, spin her around, and bend her over the couch, my dic.k pounding inside of her from behind, her hair in my hand, wound around my wrist. She’s so tight; it’s painful.

I’ve never fucke.d a woman like Fallon in my life before. She’s everything all those other women weren’t. She’s fuckin.g perfect.

I slam my hands down on Fallon’s ass cheeks, they wobble from the force, and I smirk at how hot that is. I love that she’s not one of those ultra-skinny girls. I adore Fallon’s curves because a curvy girl is what turns me on.

“Trace!”

I lean down, my mouth against her ear, my coc.k so deep inside of her, I can feel her womb at the tip of my dic.k. Fuc.k, that’s hot! “My name is Jordan. When it’s just you and me, call me Jordan.”

I haven’t gone by my given name since I became a Snake, but I want to hear it from Fallon’s mouth while I’m fuckin.g her.

“Jordan...” She groans. “Fuc.k me, Jordan! I’m so fuckin’ close.”

I smirk to myself. I can feel how close she is. My balls draw up, and I’m going to cu.m so fuckin.g hard inside this girl. I’ve never wanted to cu.m inside a woman so much in my damn life!

Holding Fallon’s hips tightly, I slam into her over and over again, sweat pouring down my face from the effort of riding her so hard. “Cu.m for me, woman. Cu.m now!”

“I’m cumming, Jordan! I’m cumming!”

“Ah, fuc.k!” Her puss.y is squeezing me so fuckin.g hard it’s like a damn vice. I can see stars behind my eyes for Christ’s sake! “Fuc.k, Fallon. I wanna cu.m inside you.”

“Cu.m inside me, Jordan. Please. I want your cu.m. Give it to me!” She doesn’t need to tell me twice.

I grip her ass hard, pushing my dic.k as far as it will go, shooting my seed, so fuckin.g deep inside of her that I can feel it rushing toward her womb.

It takes me a minute or two to come down from my high. My head is so tight from it all that my vision went black for a moment. I pull out of Fallon’s tight body, grab her arm, and swing her around. I wrap her up in my arms and hold her close to me because I can’t seem to stop myself. I’ve never wanted to hold a woman after se.x, not like I want to hold Fallon. I used to hold Willow after we had se.x, but it was more out of necessity than want or need.

Willow and I never had se.x like this either. Don’t get me wrong, se.x between Willow and me was good; it just wasn’t earth-shattering for either of us. Se.x with Fallon is that and more.

God, what the fuc.k is happening to me?

I’m not supposed to feel like this. I’m not supposed to want to make Fallon mine, to hold her every damn chance I get. Okay, fuckin.g her every chance I get is a natural reaction to good se.x and a hot woman.

However, making her mine?

What the actual fuc.k?

If anyone finds out that I’ve fucke.d her when I’ve been warned not to touch her, I’m going to lose my balls!

But I can’t seem to find a fuc.k to give right now.

I hug Fallon to me tighter and kiss her head. It feels so right to hold her like this. “Are you okay, baby?”

“Yes,” She says while stroking my smooth chest. Smooth because I’m vain and I’ll leave all that hairy shi.t to Red.

“You sure?”

Fallon chuckles. “Positive.” She looks up at me, and I cup her face.

She’s so beautiful, so broken. I wish I knew what to do to fix things for her, but I just don’t know how. You have no damn clue what it’s like for a man like me to be falling for a girl and not being able to help her through her pain. I feel useless, and it’s not a feeling I’m comfortable with. Fighting, killing, riding, that’s what I know, that’s who I am.

This emotional crap?

Not so much.

“Whatever you need, you tell me. Okay?”

“What I need right now is for you to take me to my bed and fuc.k me until I can’t move.”

My kinda girl.

Mine!

I lift Fallon in my arms and carry her to her bed.

She wants me to fuc.k her ’til she can’t move?

I’ll fuc.k her until her legs no longer work, and she can’t even fuckin.g breathe!

My perfect girl.