He placed a soft kiss above my clit, and before I even had time to moan, he sucked it into his mouth.
“Oh my God,” I cried, gripping onto his bedsheets for all they were worth. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been touched, let alone touched likethis.
Winder sucked gently on my clit, teasing my aching pussy with agile fingers. His hands disappeared, pushing my legs wider, and his tongue dove between my legs.
He alternated between sucking, licking, and kissing, driving me absolutely wild.
“Winder, holy shit, Jesus,” I cursed, rocking my hips against his expert mouth while my eyes fluttered shut.
He slipped a finger inside me, and then another, fucking me in time with his mouth.
“I’m going to come, oh, fuck,” I moaned, grabbing onto his hair, pulling his face harder against me.
Winder mumbled something against my pussy, and my last brain cell let go of him so he could pull away, still fucking me toward release with his fingers. “Come for me, baby. Come all over my face, drown me in how much you want me.”
I moaned, losing myself to the pleasure, and Winder replaced his tongue, eating me like he was a starved man.
Release was right there, and I rocked my hips against Winder, faster and harder, until he gently bit down on my clit, and I shattered around him.
“Holy shit.”
“That’s right, baby, just like that. Show me how good I make you feel.” Winder rocked his fingers through my orgasm, wringing out every last aftershock possible while I whimpered and trembled around his fingers and mouth. “You taste so goddamn good. I have half a mind to make you come all over my tongue again.”
Winder pulled his fingers out of me, and I fell back on the bed, boneless. “Jesus, Winder.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet. Get your ass up on that bed before I fuck you right here.”
I wiggled up on the bed, while Winder watched me with darkening eyes, stepping out of his clothes. Tearing my eyes away wasn’t an option, especially not once he started to remove his underwear, his perfect cock finally on display.
Winder was definitely packing, and I suddenly found myself drooling over the idea of him coming down my throat. I was a mess.
He crawled on the bed, hovering over me on his forearms, and rested his forehead on mine. “Let me be very clear here, Blaire.”
“Uh-huh.” I couldn’t focus on anything other than the fat head of his cock pressing against my dripping pussy. I tried to push myself against him, but he was having none of it.
“I want to make you feel good,” he whispered. “I want to make you come. I want to make you moan my name.”
“Please,” I begged. My pussy absolutely ached for him, desperate to be stretched. Is this how he had felt for the last decade?
“But that’s not all I want to do.” He sank in the tiniest bit, and I gasped as I stretched around him. “I want to make you hurt. I want to make you ache. I want you to feel every fucking ounce of the pain I’ve carried around waiting for you, so that no one else will ever compare. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else, because that’s what you’ve done to me.”
He pushed himself in, and I nearly screamed with the sudden fullness. That was the only way to describe it. Full. Whole. Satiated.
Winder gave me a moment to adjust, and then he started pumping in and out. I was still sensitive, and thought I was going to lose my goddamn mind.
It wouldn’t take much for me to come again. I could already feel the release building, ready for him to carry me over.
But Winder wasbig, and he was right—even through the pleasure there was pain. Maybe that was how it was always meant to be.
He started to pick up speed, fucking me deeper and harder. “You want to come around my cock, baby?”
“Yes, please, oh!” I cried out as he hit just the right spot, sending a shockwave of pleasure through me.
“Tell me there will never be anyone other than me. Tell me I’ve ruined you.” Winder was gasping, grunting as he fucked me, but never once took his eyes off me.
“Winder,” I groaned.
“Tell me,” he whispered. “Say those words to me.”
