I pin her against the wall, my mouth crashing down on hers. Her tongue slides against mine like she is starving for it. Her hands fumble with my belt, her fingers working quickly, desperately.
“Slow down,” I murmur against her lips, but she just shakes her head, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
“No. I’ve been thinking about this for two years. Dreaming about it. Dreaming about you. About you taking me. About becomingyours.”
I groan, my cock throbbing as she finally gets my belt undone, her hand slipping inside my boxers to wrap around me. “Fuck, Willow?—”
She saidyours. Like she wants to belong tome. And that’s all I’ve thought about for two fucking years. The pining, the yearning, everything I’ve ever wanted is coming true in this very moment and the single thread of restraint I’m clinging to is is shredding.
She strokes me, slow at first, then faster, her thumb swiping over the tip of my cock, spreading the pre-cum that was already beading there. “You like that?” she asks, her voice a purr. “You like how I touch you?”
“Yes,” I hiss, my hips jerking into her hand. “But I want more.”
She smirks, dropping to her knees right there in front of the bed. “Then let me give it to you.”
Before I can protest, her lips are wrapped around the head of my cock, her tongue swirling over the sensitive flesh. I groan, my hands tangling in her hair as she took me deeper, her mouth hot and wet and perfect.
“Fuck, Willow—” I gasp, my hips bucking involuntarily. “You’re gonna make me come if you keep doing that.”
She pulls back just enough to look up at me, her lips glistening, her eyes dark with lust. “That’s the point, isn’t it?”
I didn’t have a chance to answer before she takes me back into her mouth, her hand working the base of my shaft as she bobs her head, taking me deeper each time. The sounds she makes—wet, sloppy, filthy—had my balls tightening, my orgasm building fast.
“Willow, I’m gonna?—”
She didn’t stop. She just hollowed her cheeks and took me all the way to the back of her throat. The last thread takes over and I push her away. I can’t do this. Not like this. Not to her. I won’t let myself cum on her pretty little lips. I can’t do that to her. I can’t defile her more than I already have.
I’ll please her, but under no circumstances will I let her please me. It’s the only way I can keep some semblance of the promise I made to her father.
I take her clothes off, her bra unclasps, her panties torn away. She is even more stunning naked—full, heavy tits, a waist that flares into hips made for gripping, and a pussy that is already glistening with arousal.
I push her back onto the bed, my mouth crashing down on hers as my hands explore every inch of her. She moans into the kiss, her nails raking down my back as I pinch her nipples, rolling them between my fingers until she is arching off the bed.
“Garrison, please—” she whimpers, her thighs parting for me.
I don’t need to be told twice.
I kiss my way down her body, my lips trailing over her collarbone, her stomach, the inside of her thighs. She is trembling by the time I finally settle between her legs, my breath hot against her pussy.
“You’re so wet for me,” I murmur, my fingers sliding through her folds, teasing her clit. “So fucking ready.”
“Yes,” she gasps, her hips lifting off the bed. “Please, Garrison?—”
I don’t make her wait. I bury my face between her thighs, my tongue dragging up her slit before circling her clit. She cries out, her hands flying to my hair, her fingers tangling in the strands as I lick and suck, my tongue working her in slow, deliberate strokes.
“Oh god—” she moans, her thighs trembling around my head. “Don’t stop, don’t stop?—”
I don’t. I keep going, my fingers joining my mouth, sliding inside her, curling to hit that spot that made her scream. She is so tight, so hot, her walls clench around my fingers as I fuck her with them, my tongue never letting up on her clit.
“Garrison, I’m gonna—” she pants, her back arching off the bed.
“Come for me,” I growl against her pussy, my fingers pounding into her, my tongue flicking her clit. “Let me taste you.”
That was all it took. She comes with a cry, her pussy flooding my mouth, her juices coating my chin as I lap up every drop. She shudders beneath me, her body trembling as the orgasm rips through her.
She finally collapses back onto the bed, her chest heaving, I crawl up her body, my cock already hard again. “You’re insatiable,” I murmur, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on my lips.
“Take me, Garrison.” She begs.
