She eyed his revealed mouth and stubbled chin. He had wrung out information from her, and now she was going to get something from him. Willow pushed him back as he withdrew his hand.
Uncertainty and lust flickered in his eyes as he moved. She was in control now.
She pressed her palm against his chest, urging him to lie back on the couch. He did, watching her every movement as she straddled him. Once he was beneath her, she quickly unfastened his pants and took his dick into her hand.
“Now you’re going to talk,” she said as she began to stroke.
There was a hint of annoyance in his obscured features, but before he could stop her, she said, “I will let you come down my throat if you do.”
He arched into her grip as she squeezed. “What the fuck, Willow?”
She stroked faster. “Talk.”
“Fine,” he groaned, his cock throbbing from the need for more. “It belonged to my uncle.”
Oh. That was surprisingly sentimental. She rewarded him with a flick of her tongue, making him thrust forward, like he was desperate for her mouth.
Not yet.
“What did my neighbor do?” She slowed down, hoping to drive him crazy. “Why are you trying to kill her?”
He pushed into her palm in an attempt to get the same friction as before. “She didn’t do anything. We have to.”
“Why?”
“I can’t…”
“Then give me something else.”
“Hah,” he choked out, “I will.”
He pulled away with a predatory look in his eyes. He fisted the front of her sweater and yanked her up before shoving her onto her back on the couch. He settled between her legs and moved the loose shorts aside. The cool air against her pussy sent a shiver up her spine.
“I didn’t say you could fuck me,” she breathed, not entirely pushing back.
“Then tell me to stop.”
He slid the tip of his cock against her oversensitive clit, completely enjoying the metallic accessory. She should stop him—this was going way further than she’d intended. But she liked it.
“You need a good fuck don’t you, Willow? Is that why you play these games?”
She placed her palms against his chest and tried to push him back. “Shut up.”
He caught her wrists and pinned them above her head, his dick still sliding through her wetness. “Your pussy is even prettier than I imagined, and I want to make it mine.”
His eyes caught hers before darting to her shoulder. Maybe he was worried about hurting her.
“If it hurt I’d tell you,” she said, eager to feel him sink into her now. Even if this was too far, she didn’t care at the moment.
“Good girl,” he murmured, positioning himself at her entrance. “Are you on anything?”
“IUD. You can come in me if you tell me something else,” she said, testing. “And it better be good.”
“I’ll just pull out then.”
Willow rolled her eyes. “You better n—”
“I wouldn’t do something like that. As much as I want to fill this pretty cunt.”
