I run my tongue along her slit, feeling her shudder beneath me. I tease her clit, circling it slowly, feeling her hips buck against my mouth. I slide two fingers inside her, her tight, wet heat clamping down around me. She moans, her hands fisting in my hair, urging me on.
I pump my fingers in and out of her, my tongue still working her clit. Her moans grow louder, more urgent, her body tensing as she gets closer to the edge. I can feel her body coiling tight, ready to explode.
I look up at her, our eyes locking. “Come for me, Willa,” I growl, my voice low and commanding. “Let me taste you.”
She throws her head back, a cry of pleasure tearing from her throat as she comes, her body convulsing around my fingers. Ilap at her, drinking down every drop of her release, my cock throbbing with the need to be inside her.
“Charlie,” she says on a whine that goes straight to my cock. She’s trembling now, her scent so thick in the air I can barely think. “I need you inside me.”
I free myself from my pants, and the relief is almost overwhelming. I’m hard, aching, my knot already half inflated, desperate to be locked inside her.
I stroke up and down my length, trying to pull myself back from the edge. A very small part of me registers how little control I have, how close to a rut I feel, but when I line myself up with her entrance, I have to close my eyes and count to ten to keep from coming right then. Everything else falls away.
“Look at me,” I command, and her eyes snap to mine. “I want you to watch. Want you to see who’s making you feel this good.”
I push inside her in one smooth thrust, and we both groan at the sensation. She’s tight and hot and slick, perfect in every way, and it takes everything I have to stay still, to let her adjust.
The way her inner muscles clench around me, the velvety softness of her walls, it’s almost too much to bear. Her body welcomes me, pulsing with need, and I can feel every inch of her, every ripple, every flutter.
“Move,” she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Please, Charlie, move.”
I do. I pull out slowly, then thrust back in, setting a rhythm that has her gasping and clinging to me. The counter is the perfect height, giving me the leverage I need to drive deep, to hit that spot inside her that makes her cry out. The sound of our bodies slapping together, the wetness of her slick coating my cock… it’s a symphony of desire.
“That’s it,” I growl against her neck. “Let me hear you, sweetheart. Let the whole house know who’s taking care of you.”
I thrust into her again, feeling her tight, wet heat envelop me completely. My knot nudges her entrance with every thrust. We both moan, our bodies grinding in perfect sync as I start to move in earnest, my hips rolling against hers, strokes deep and long. I can feel her inner muscles clenching around me, her body already building toward another orgasm.
I lean down, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss, my tongue mimicking the movements of my cock. She wraps her legs around my waist, her heels digging into my ass, urging me deeper. I oblige, my thrusts becoming harder, faster, more urgent.
The sensation of sliding in and out of her is overwhelming. Her pussy is so wet, so tight, I can feel every squeeze and flutter. The friction is intense, building with each thrust, pushing me closer to the edge.
I tear my mouth from hers, my breath coming in ragged gasps. “Fuck, Willa,” I grit out, my voice strained with effort. “You feel so good. So tight. I need to knot you. You want it? Want me to fill you until you can’t move? Until my come is locked inside you?”
She moans, her body tensing beneath me. She likes dirty talk. And that makes me impossibly harder. “I’m close,” she gasps, her voice breathy and desperate. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
“Come with me, Willa,” I growl, my voice low and commanding. “Let me feel you come all over my cock.”
She cries out, her body convulsing around me as she comes. Her inner muscles clamp down on my cock like a vise.
The sight of my cock sliding into her, my knot at her entrance so close to being inside her, and the knowledge that I’m going to fill her with my come, sends primal satisfaction coursing through me.
I feel myself slipping into my rut. With a roar, I pick her up and walk us forward to the wall behind us, fucking her in deep,claiming thrusts. I can’t get enough of her. I lean into her scent-drenched skin and breathe her in, which only intensifies my need to claim her.
Her hands pull me deeper into her. If she doesn’t stop, I’m going to lose all control. I find her hands and pull them above her head, pinning them there.
I sink my head into the curve of her neck and shoulder and breathe out a moan as I fuck up into her in a frenzy. She answers me with a reverence all her own. She’s at my mercy, helpless but to be swept away in the mindless lust that rides me.
“Fuck, I want… I want you, all of you.”
My teeth graze her neck, and she tenses. At the same time, a new flush of slick makes her impossibly wet.
“Bite me,” she breathes, and when I look at her, I see the endless need blanketing her expression. It undoes me.
I’m within my right to bond her right here, but fuck if it doesn’t take everything in me not to. Instead, I bite her almost hard enough—the same moment I sink my knot into her without care. Rough, vital, beastly. My reward is feeling her squeeze me so tight I might die as she falls over the edge into her own climax.
Fuck, I will never let this woman go.
We stay like that, locked together, both of us breathing hard. Her head rests on my shoulder, her arms wrapped around my neck again, and I can feel her heartbeat against my chest. It takes me a long while to slow my breathing enough to form words.
