“Hudson!” she cries out, and my name on her lips makes my cock ache with a new urgency. I want to claim her, and I also want to make her come undone on my tongue.
She tastes like sweetness and sin, and I can’t get enough. Willow writhes on the bench, and her hands squirm to get free. “I want to touch you,” she begs.
I come up for air just long enough to tell her no, and she curses me.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” she pleads. “Don’t stop, Hudson. Just…” She wiggles forward, and I know what she wants. She wants a release, the same way I did when her mouth was wrapped around my cock. I do the same thing that she did to me. I slow down.
Licks turn to soft kisses, and my finger slowly caresses her thigh.
“Stop playing with me.”
I chuckle, and she shivers at the sensation my hot breath must cause.
“I’m getting you back.” I kiss her inner thigh while my finger caresses her dark hair.
“It’s not a competition,” she mutters.
“Good to know. So there’ll be no retaliation.” I kiss the apex of her thigh, and she sucks in a breath.
“Oh, you will pay for this.”
Her words send a spike of anticipation humming through my veins. I’ve just ensured this isn’t a one-off thing. Whatever we have going on here, there’ll be a repeat, if only so Willow can tease the fuck out of me. And I can’t fucking wait.
“Are you ready to be my good girl and come for me?”
As I say the words, I slide a finger into her wet pussy. She gasps, and her body jerks forward. My tongue darts out and licks at the juices around her.
“Fuck. Hudson.”
I could get used to my name on her lips. But those aren’t the words I want to hear right now.
I pull my finger out slowly, and her eyes are fiery with frustration.
“I said, are you ready to be my good girl and come for me?”
I trace the top of my finger around her opening, making her squirm.
“Yes.” Her voice is throaty. “I’m ready to come.”
She thrusts her hips forward, but I pull back. “That’s not what I asked.”
She’s squirming and needy, and it takes all I have not to let her do what she wants with me. But behind her frustration, I can tell she’s enjoying the game.
“I said, are you ready to be my good girl?” I dip my head and plant a kiss on her hard nub. She shudders and I lick her, making her cry out.
“Yes, Hudson,” she cries. “Please release me. I’ll be anything you damn want.”
Her voice is whiny with need, and I thrust my finger into her. She cries out that she’s close, and I can feel her pussy fluttering around my finger.
“Say it, Willow.” I slide another finger inside her, and she buckles against me.
“Fuck!” she whines. “I’m your good girl, Hudson. I’m your good girl.”
I reward her with my mouth, dipping between her legs and giving her what she needs.
Her words affect me in a way I wasn’t expecting. I want her to be my girl, good or otherwise. I want Willow to be mine.
