It was magnificent. Willow’s hiss and inhale made my dick hard as granite.
I tilted my head and licked a long line up the soft folds of her sex with the flat of my tongue. Her knee buckled as I swirled my tongue around her clit.
“Atta girl. You can give in to me. I’ll make you feel so good.” I murmured against her cunt as she whined incoherent pleas. “Where’s that attitude now? You ready to beg me yet? Or do you want me to keep kissing this pretty pussy?”
In response, her foot slid from my shoulder as she replaced it with the back of her knee and dragged me closer, pinning me beneath her. I wrapped my hands around her hips and grazed her clit with my teeth. Willow cried out in desperate delight as her knuckles turned white against the edge of the counter.
One hand dropped from the edge, fingers tangling in my hair as she made a dire attempt to keep my head right where it was.
I growled against the delicate soaked skin. “I think you want me inside of you. I think you want me fucking you. Is that what you want, baby?” I sealed my mouth around her clit as I sucked and teased the little bundle of nerves with the tip of my tongue.
Willow gasped for air as “Fuck!” escaped her mouth in a torrent. It was part pleasure, part frustration, and part desperation.
“Ready to give in yet?” I teased.
Willow’s fist slammed against the counter.
“I bet you’re so fucking tight inside. So ready for me. I bet you feel empty, don’t you, baby?” I bit down on her clit and felther gush of pleasure wet my face as she drew closer and closer to an orgasm. “Is this where you want my cock?” I taunted as I circled her entrance with the tip of my finger. “I bet those little muscles are squeezing down on nothing and it’s driving you absolutely crazy.”
“Ryan,” she whimpered as her toes curled against the floor.
“I love hearing my name on your lips, but that’s not begging.” I strummed her clit as I pulled back to catch my breath. “Maybe you need a little more motivation.”
“You have to be dying,” she rasped like she had been wandering the desert. “You’re torturing yourself more than me.”
“Not knowing what you tasted like was torture.” I lapped up her slit and drank her in. “This is a fucking treat. I’m enjoying myself.”
“Ryan,” she breathed as her legs tightened around me.
“Close, but that’s still not begging.”
“Please,” she whimpered as she rocked her hips, grinding down on my face.
I fucking grinned against her cunt. “There’s my dirty girl. I know you have it in you, Wills. Come on. I won’t make you beg for long. And then I’ll make you feel so fucking good.”
Her fingers dug into my scalp like that would be enough.
“I have so many plans to make your body feel good. Forusto feel good,” I said as I kissed the crease of her thigh. “I know exactly where I’ll start. I know exactly how I want to fuck you. All you have to do is ask.”
Willow nearly crumbled as I devoured her sex, but I grabbed her hips and pinned her to the countertop. I glanced up and caught a glimpse of her glassy gaze as she fought to hold on to her final bastions of resistance.
“I can do this all day, Wills,” I murmured between licking each line and crease of her cunt. “I will keep you pinned against this counter all fucking day and never let you come. I promiseyou, there’s no way I’ll get bored. You just let me know when you’re ready to come.”
“I need to come,” she cried out, chest heaving between labored breaths.
I wanted those perfect breasts in my mouth. I wanted to feel their weight in my hands. I wanted to watch her squirm as I toyed with her pretty little nipples.
“Beg,” I said.
“Ryan—”
“Beg.”
“Please,” she gasped.
“More,” I snapped.
“Please!” she screamed in utter desperation. “Stop being the good guy you are, and fuck me like the bad boy you were supposed to be.”
