“It’s always been you. Only you, Willow. My sweet Willow,” I tell her.
I groan and push deeper, harder, faster.
The hand squeezing her hips is gonna leave a bruise, but I can’t let go.
“You take me so good. This pussy was made for me. Fuck, it’s so fucking good.”
I keep talking. It’s like I can’t shut up even if I tried.
She moans, I pull my fingers out of her mouth.
“Thatcher! You feel so big. So good,” she tells me.
“That’s right. Cause I was made for you too,” I growl and push my fingers back into her mouth in time with my dick.
She mewls, and I praise her some more.
I tell her how she makes me feel.
Tell her how much I love being with her.
How gorgeous her luscious body is.
How well she fits me.
How much I love fucking her.
How I’m never gonna stop.
And my girl loves it. Her pussy squeezes me.
She sucks harder on my fingers.
And my balls get too tight.
“Need you to come for me, Baby. You ready to come?”
She nods, moaning around my fingers.
I pull them out, then I reach for her slippery little clit with those same fingers, and I rub.
Circle, circle, tap, tap—I withdraw almost all the way—circle, circle, and then as I shove my hips forward, Itap taptapon her clit one more time.
And Baby Girl comes.
Hard.
Her pussy clamps down, sucking the cum from my cock.
And nothing has ever felt so real, or so good, or so right in all my life.
CHAPTER 50
WILLOW
Ican’t believe that just happened.
My breath is heaving.
