I have to see her. Need to watch her.
Her dusky tipped tits are bouncing with every thrust.
I reach for one, squeezing and rolling the hard nipple between my finger and thumb.
“Your tits are so fucking beautiful, Baby,” I tell her, and I’m rewarded by a good, hard squeeze of her pussy.
“You like that? Like it when I talk about your hot as fuck body. Wanna lose myself in you, Baby. Wanna paint you in my cum.”
Another gush, and fuck, it’s so good. The sounds we’re making are loud now.
I push her legs wider, slamming my cock inside her.
“Show me what you like. That’s it.”
“Oh God, Thatcher!”
Her eyes roll back. Her back arches. Tits bouncing as I pound harder.
I reach between down. Find her swollen little clit with my thumb.
“Need more. Need to feel your sweet cunt flutter around me as you come,” I growl.
“Now, Baby Girl. Come now.”
I press down on that little button.
Willow detonates.
And I follow.
CHAPTER 26
WILLOW
Ever stare at the sun a moment longer than you know you should?
That reckless second where you take in all that heat and light and fire—and it burns in the most beautiful way?
Yeah.
That’s what this is.
It’s that rush of gold behind your eyelids.
That moment where your chest forgets how to breathe and your body forgets how to not feel.
It’s too much and somehow not enough.
It’s a little overwhelming.
A little painful.
And completely divine.
Because even when it ends, it doesn’t really end.
The heat stays.
