“Fuck,” I mutter. “I think I should be the one begging.”
She smirks. “You will.”
No. Fucking. Doubt.
She reaches for my waistband, tugging my underwear down my thighs. As they drop to the floor and my cock springs free, I step out of them and kick them aside. Willow gulps as she runs a palm up my length, and a blaze ignites at the base of my spine.
“So big,” she whispers.
“I’m not going to last long,” I admit.
She exhales through a playful smile, glancing up at me as she pumps my length once. Then twice. “That’s okay, baby. Just relax for me, okay?”
That fucking name.
She’s ruining me.
My head kicks back as a moan works its way from my throat, morphing into a pathetic whimper as the first wet, warm glide of her tongue covers me from base to tip. My body trembles when she slips my cock into her mouth, enclosing her lips around it and hollowing out her cheeks.
Pulling away with a pop, she rasps, “Tell me if I do something you don’t like, okay?”
“I cannot imagine any reality where that’s possible,” I say in a broken breath. “Tell me if there is something youwould like, okay?”
“Run your fingers through my hair.” She pumps me again. “Form a ponytail with your fist.”
I reach down, grasping her beautiful face before sliding my fingers across her scalp, gathering her locks at the crown of her head and holding them together. “Like this?”
“Yes.” She nods. “That’s good. Now guide me toward you. Move me at a pace you enjoy.”
Unsure how I’m even fucking standing, a quiver rips through me, and I know this is going to be a short-lived event as I bring her mouth over my cock. She drops her jaw, and it slides in effortlessly. I inch into her slowly, deep enough that I hit resistance at the back of her throat, and she sputters around me.
I halt, but when I attempt to retreat, Willow’s hands fly to my hips, holding me in place. She makes a noise of protest, so I tug gently at her hair, pulling her head back before sliding it over my cock once more. She moans in approval this time.
“Fuck, Willow,” I murmur. “Can I see your eyes, love?”
That transcendent gaze flutters upward, glistening with tears as I press deep into her throat. Her eyes flare, pupils blowing before her lids droop—hooded and hazed with passion.
She’s fucking enjoying this.
She chokes, saliva dripping from the corners of her lips and down my length. When she swirls her tongue around my tip before sucking it toward the roof of her mouth, my vision begins to blur. White light sparks in my periphery, that blaze in my spine shattering into an all-consuming pleasure that sparks inside my veins.
“Willow.” Her name tears from my throat, drenched in fierce fervency. “Willow... Willow...” I pant through heaving breaths as she works my cock, pleasure surging viciously. “I’m going to?—”
She hums, clamping her lips around me tighter. My mind scatters to oblivion—to some far-off dimension where nothing but my body, her mouth, her soft hair around my fist, and the infinite expanse of pleasure she’s drawn from my being exists.
Spilling into her mouth, Ifeelthe way she consumes it, her throat working with a swallow as she hums around my length. I become hyperaware of the fact that I aminsideher. I’m inside Willow’s mouth, the essence of me now moving through her. I’ve never known a connection like this, and it’s ruining me—tearing me open and piecing me back together as someone new.
Someone that belongs to her.
I realize I’m still whispering her name—a scratched record—as reality mists over me once again. Drawing whatever is left of my strength, I force my eyes open, finding hers boring through me with satisfaction as she sucks the remainder of my release from my cock before pulling back and licking her lips—revealing a triumphant smile.
I’m devastated. Obliterated. Devoid of all composure—I only stare at her. Mouth gaping, legs shaking, mind reeling.
She stands, grinning as she places her hands on my shoulder, guiding me to sit at the edge of the bed. Bringing her face to mine, she kisses me softly—the lingering taste of my climax still on her lips. As if I’d claimed her, or maybe she claimed me. We claimed each other, and the taste is addictive.
“You seem like you need a minute,” she murmurs against my lips before pulling back, winking. “I’ll go make us some coffee. We need to meet my dad at the big house in about an hour.”
“I’m sorry,” I sputter. “I... I can’t even remember my own name right now, honestly.”
