Lindsey is a bad girl, and she’s determined to stay that way. She’s been called a slut enough to know it’s true, and she’s not ashamed of the fact anymore. She makes it known to every man she comes in contact with that she’s available for the taking--the rougher, the better. When she meets Lieutenant Zachary Davis on one of her many trips to the principal’s office, she finally finds a man who refuses to treat her like the trash she believes she really is. But can Lindsey change her wayward, dangerous ways and learn to value herself the way the Zach seems to?

Warnings: This title contains graphic language, interracial, group and nonconsensual sex.

Word Count: 47,197

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Vicki, Dark Angel Reviews 4.5/5 STARS!

"FALLING DOWN is a GREAT book, but not for everyone (i.e. the faint of heart). There is one instance of nonconsensual sex that might turn some people away, but if you can get past it, then you have a great story to read. At first, you think this book is only about a young girl who gets a thrill out of sex. Keep reading and you realize there is more going on behind the scenes that gives you more in-site to her behavior. Lindsey is on a journey of self-discovery and Zach is there to guide her and lend his strength. I have read several books by Selena Kitt, but I must say this has to be one of my favorites. The plot is well thought out and developed, and the characters are ones that you can wrap your heart around. Pick up FALLING DOWN, open your mind, and be prepared to be sucked into an amazing book!"

Gianna, Joyfully Reviewed

"The plot has a nice flow to it and the characters feed off each other’s strengths. Lindsey’s journey quickly becomes your own as she learns that love is all about letting go."

EXCERPT:

“Why don’t you stay in the car?” Her mother asked, but the tone wasn’t a question, it was a demand. “I’m just going to pick up your father’s dry cleaning.”

“He’s not my father.” Lindsey pulled at her tube top—this one was red, but she was wearing the shorts, white satin, no panties. Her stepfather was out of town for business and hadn’t been around to put the kibosh on her clothing choices. It was the outfit that she was sure her mother didn’t want anyone to see.

Her mother sighed. “I’ll leave the keys, you can listen to the radio.”

“Fine.” Lindsey turned it up full blast, closing her eyes, leaning the seat back and putting her feet up on the dashboard. The air was on in the car, but the sun was still warm on her bare legs. The seam of her shorts was rubbing between her thighs and it felt good, making her squirm in her seat. She couldn’t wait to get home from “running errands.” She wanted to call Brian and see if he could meet at the tree fort, because she was so horny she could barely stand it.

She thought she might have dozed off. A different song was playing when she leaned up and peeked out the window to see if she could see her mother.

“What the hell is she doing?” Lindsey grabbed the keys out of the ignition and her purse off the floor, storming barefoot across the parking lot. The bells over the door tinkled as she swept it open, finding her mother standing at the counter talking to the owner.

“They’ve lost your father’s blue blazer.” Her mother gave a frustrated sigh.

“No lose!” The man was clearly foreign, trying to explain something to her mother in two different languages.

“Whatever!” Lindsey waved her mother’s words away. “And he’s not my father.” She turned to the kid behind the counter. He was about her age, kinda cute, she noted, and most definitely staring at her bare midriff and long legs. “I have to pee. Do you have a bathroom?”

“In the back,” the kid offered. Lindsey padded after him, leaving her mother and the owner to work things out. He pulled open a door that said: Employees Only.

“Gee, I must be special, huh?” Lindsey flashed him a smile as she turned on the light and tossed her purse on the floor.

“We don’t usually let customers—” the kid’s voice trailed off and he stood open-mouthed as he watched her pull her shorts down and sit on the toilet to pee.

“What’s the matter?” Lindsey pulled toilet paper off the roll and wiped. “Never seen a girl pee before?”

He shook his head, eyes wide and staring between her legs as she pulled up her shorts and flushed the toilet. Lindsey washed her hands at the sink, glancing at him in the mirror. He was still standing in the doorway, transfixed. Plucking her purse from the floor, Lindsey shuffled through and found some lip gloss. She leaned way over the sink to the mirror, up on her tiptoes, rolling the tip of the tube over her lips.

“Uh… I guess I should get back up front…” He cleared his throat, moving to shut the door. His eyes were still between her legs and Lindsey could feel the pull in the seam of her shorts and knew they were riding up between her pussy lips. It all felt too good to stop.

“Or…” Lindsey smacked her lips together, tossing the lip gloss into her purse and turning to face him with a smile. She slid up slowly onto the sink and swung her bare feet. “You could come in, shut the door, and fuck my brains out.”

“I… uh…” His hesitation told her everything she needed to know. Lindsey hopped off the sink and came toward him, reaching past him to shut the door, forcing him fully into the room. His eyes were still glazed, stunned, and he licked his lips as he looked down at her. “I don’t even know you.”

“I’m Lindsey.” She cupped the bulge she knew would be in his jeans. “Who are you?”

“Fred…” His eyes widened even more the moment her hand began to rub at his stiff cock.

“Now we know each other.” Lindsey dropped to her knees and unzipped his pants. “Let’s fuck.”

“Oh my god,” he groaned when she freed his cock and put it into her mouth. She sucked him completely hard, until he was bouncing back up the moment she let him go, and then turned around and bent over the sink.

“You want to pull down my shorts?” She looked back over her shoulder at him.

“Yeah,” he said hoarsely, glancing toward the door with his cock in his hand. “Shit, I could get fired for this.”

Lindsey grinned, meeting his eyes in the mirror. “And my mother’s out there waiting for me. Aren’t we just so bad?”

His hands moved over the silky material, rubbing it between her legs. Lindsey bit her lip and arched against his probing fingers.

“Come on.” She reached between her legs and pulled her shorts aside to show him her shaved pussy. “Just put it in and fuck me.”

He cocked his head to peer between her legs, his hand moving up and down his shaft. Lindsey sighed, reaching her hand back and spreading her lips with two fingers.

“Here, Fred!” She whistled, as if she were calling a dog, sliding one of her fingers into her pussy. “Right here, boy.”

The head of his cock touched her pussy, nudging her finger aside. Their eyes met in the mirror and he frowned, swallowing hard.

“I…” he started, and then cleared his throat.

“Let me guess.” She wiggled back against his cock head, feeling the tip easing its way between her lips. “You’ve never done this before?”

He shook his dark head, looking down to where his cock was disappearing into her flesh. “Got close, a couple times, with a few girls, but…”

“Well just think of the story you’ll have to tell all your friends.” Lindsey went up on her toes and arched back, feeling more of his shaft slip into her. “How for your very first time, you fucked some hot little slut in the bathroom at work…”

Fred gasped as Lindsey reached around for his thigh, pulling him completely into her pussy and squeezing him there.

“Fuck me, Fred!” She grabbed onto the edge of the sink, her eyes bright as they met his startled ones in the mirror. “Fuck me until you cum inside my tight little cunt—and you better hurry, before your boss or my mommy decide to come looking for us.”

“Condoms?!” Fred squeaked, and Lindsey used her not inconsiderable pussy muscles to squeeze his cock hard, making him jerk inside her and eliciting a low groan from his lips.

“To hell with condoms, Fred.” She rolled her eyes, rocking her hips back against him, moving his cock in and out of her wetness. “I can’t get pregnant…”

“But…” His hands went to her rolling hips, his eyes looking down between them, where his cock was spreading her wide.

“Worried about diseases, Fred?” She sighed, slapping her ass back into him, making him gasp and clutch her ass. “Let’s just live fucking dangerously, what do you say?”

“Oh hell!” His eyes closed as his hips began to move.

“That’s right.” Lindsey pulled her top down and squeezed her nipples. “Fuck me good, baby… give me that hard cock.”

His movements were jerky and unsure and Lindsey sighed again, working her hips back into his. Her pussy was swollen and soaking wet, but she knew it would be over far too soon for her to cum. He was already panting and gripping her ass so hard his knuckles were white.

“When a girl tells you to fuck her…” Lindsey reached back for his thigh again, driving him deep inside. “She means it. Now, fuck me!”

He groaned and shoved her into the sink with his next thrust.

“Yeah!” She spread wider. “Come on, Freddie, do it hard!”

Finally, he gave her what she wanted, his hips bucking her against the sink, burying his cock in her to the hilt again and again. Wouldn’t be long now, she knew, seeing his eyes in the mirror. He was watching her tits bounce through half-closed eyes as he fucked her, and she was glad she had pulled down her top.

“Oh god!’ he moaned, leaning forward onto her as he came. She felt the surge and swell of him, a thick pulse inside her tight, wet hole. She bit her lip and squeezed him, slowly, rhythmically, making him gasp and squirm against her as she milked him for all she was worth. She wanted every last drop of his cum.

“That’s a good Freddie.” She tilted her hips forward and felt him slip out of her. She turned and patted him lightly on his flushed cheek. He leaned back against the wall for support, gasping for breath, his eyes glazed. “Now you can say that you fucked a girl… how about that?”

Lindsey pulled up her top and grabbed her purse. Yanking the door open, she peeked around the corner. Her mother was still haggling with the owner! Adjusting her shorts, she strode back out front, past them both.

“I’ll be in the car,” she told her mother on the way by, straight-arming the door…