“I feel you, Willow,” He whispers, “Feel your pretty pussy fluttering around me.”
I start to tighten, the pleasure so hot and intense I can’t talk, only cry out.
“You like it when I call you mine?” He thrusts deep and hard, our bodies slapping together in a dance that feels as if it’s always meant to be, “You’ve always been mine,” He says, “Even when you weren’t.”
“Don’t stop,” I beg, “I’m going to come.”
“Give it to me, Red.” He demands, “Show me howmuch you’re mine. Give me what is and will always be mine.”
I shatter around him, the pleasure ripping a scream from my throat. It’s intense and earth shattering, everything in me so tight I’m not sure how I don’t fall apart right here and now.
“Fuck yes, you feel so damn good,” He talks me through it, hips still moving, pushing through the climax and drawing out every second. “I need more Red. So much more.”
Chapter Twelve
She takes me so well, her tight cunt stretched to fit me, my cock sawing in and out of her body like she’s made for me. Her legs spread, my hips cradled in her thighs as she shatters around me, pussy fluttering on my cock, making her tighter, wetter. She sings so damn pretty, even now, the soft mewls as she comes down from the high zapping pleasure down my spine.
How I went this long without her is beyond me. Her wild red hair is spread across the white sheets, her skin flushed pink because of the arousal and heat. There’s a light sheen of sweat covering her skin, her inner thighs soaked, the sheets beneath us as well.
My messy, needy girl.
“More,” I growl, “Give me more, Willow.”
My demand has her eyes opening, only halfway butopen, and the blue is almost neon, so damn bright, pupils blown. Her swollen lips part as I shove her legs up higher, lifting her hips from the bed and get in so much deeper.
“Fuck!” She cries.
“Take it all,” I order.
I know I’m big, know it hurts her a little, but she takes every part of me. She’s so small in comparison to me, almost dainty but this little spitfire has always given as good as she gets. This is no different.
And she probably doesn’t even realize how much of me she is claiming right now, how much she has always taken for herself.
I thrust into her relentlessly, rising to my knees so I can gain more control and move her legs until they’re resting on my shoulders and I’m holding them there with one arm, the other going to her swollen clit.
Her moans turn louder, she thrashes beneath me, but I don’t let up and I won’t, not until she gives me what I want, not until I feel her coming again, pulsing on my cock.
“Give it to me,” I repeat.
“Sebastian,” She cries my name as my thrusts turn punishing, my thumb circling her clit.
She spasms against me and she throws her head back as a second orgasm slams into her.
“Fuck yes,” I growl, my balls drawing up, my impending orgasm snatched forward. I groan as I spill into her, thrusting through every jerk of my cock as I fill her up.
Spent and breathless, I lower her to the bed, gently pulling out of her and watch as I seep from her pussy, my thick come leaking from her.
“We don’t spill a damn drop,” My voice is raw, throat tight as I gather up my come and push it back inside, her body flinching, so sensitive and sore.
I lay down beside her, my hand still between her legs, cupping her as she lazily rolls her face toward me, eyes heavy with fatigue. Leaning in, I brush a tender kiss to her bee stung lips, my skin pebbling when I feel her melt against me.
I’ve never reacted to a woman the way I do with Willow, never wanted more or chased the taste and feel of her like I do this girl beside me. She sings to some dark and depraved part of me, a part I cannot deny and yet wish I could, if only I could spare her from the monster.
But I am a fucking weak man.
Weak and gone for her. She can have every part of me, fill in all the fissures of my soul that have been cracked and splintered throughout the years.
We lay in silence for about ten minutes, and I listen to her soft breaths and revel in the feel of her fingers whispering on my skin but we both need to shower, as much as I’d love for her to remain full of me, I knowI have to get her clean.
