I flick my eyes up to his before they go back to my hand and I trail it lower, my fingers bumping over the ridges and dips of his muscled torso. I let my nails leave a light red line as they scratch over his skin, liking the way I mark him.
“Are you branding me, Red?” He laughs lightly.
I dig my nails in harder, earning a hiss of pain, “Shh, I’m learning.”
“Learning?” He questions.
“Mm,” I agree, “I want to know what makes you tick.”
“Youdo.”
I roll my eyes, “Not what I meant, Bast.”
My wrist is suddenly grabbed and stopped from its downward venture. It’s not tight nor does it hurt but I can’t escape it.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me, Willow,” He growls, “You’re a good girl, remember?”
My pussy throbs, “When did I ever say I was a good girl?”
A feline grin curls up the edges of his mouth, “For meyou will be.”
He lets my wrist go but I’m still staring at him and that smile.
“Keep going, Red,” He demands softly, “Take my cock in your hand and feel what’s going to be inside of you. Do you think you can take it?”
Heat pools between my legs and my thighs ache as his words work through me. This man’s mouth… Jesus Christ.
My fingers tease at the waistband of his boxershorts, but I can see how hard he is, tenting the front of the material. I saw it earlier, but I guess I didn’t really look at the size because I’m pretty sure if I did, I wouldn’t have been so willing to sit on it. He’s fucking huge and that big damn ego of his makes even more sense.
But I continue, pulling his boxers down and over his proud length before he takes over and kicks them the rest of the way off. He watches me intently as my fingers trail down the dark blond hair that works from his navel to the base of his cock and then I trail a finger up the length of him, the heat of him burning against my fingertip.
He hisses through his teeth, eyes searing into me as he watches me but then I fully grasp him, my fingers not even fully being able to touch as I grip him in my fist. That isn’t fitting. There’s no way this thing is fitting inside of me.
“It’ll fit,” He rasps with a groan, and I realize I’vesaid it out loud.
I take my hand away and lick my palm before I grasp him again, making the slide of my hand smoother as I jerk him a few times and then swipe my thumb over the small bead of precum glistening against the tip of him.
“Red,” His voice is edged in what sounds like pain and I snap my eyes to his face, seeing his furrowed brow and the muscle that ticks in his jaw.
“More?” I ask.
“Fuck yes,” He’s borderline pleading and all it does is make me wetter. I press my thighs together as I pump my hand up and down the thick length of him, reveling in the deep moan that slips from his lips. His head flops back onto the pillow and his teeth sink into his bottom lip.
What if…
Keeping my fist at the very base of him, I lean down and flick my tongue against the seam at the tip of his cock, the saltiness of him making my mouth water.
“Fuckkkkkk,” He growls as my lips wrap around him and I take him into my mouth, tongue swirling against the sensitive underside. I can’t get him all the way in but if that bothers him, he doesn’t say anything. His hips twitch as if holding back as I work him with my mouth, wanting to taste and tease and fucking take from him.
“Shit, Wills,” His fingers thread into my hair and I’mexpecting him to push me down, to force his cock into my throat but he doesn’t. Instead, he grips my hair and tugs me up, my lips releasing his cock with a wet pop.
“If I’m coming in you tonight, Willow,” He grinds out, “It’s going to be inside that tight cunt, do you understand me?”
I blink rapidly and nod.
“That’s my fucking girl, now get on your knees and put your ass in the air, show me what is mine.”
Holy shit.
