I snapped. Willow slumped in defeat as I jumped to my feet and threw her over my shoulder. A grunt escaped when the air was knocked from her lungs as she went ass-up over my shoulder.
In two strides, I was at the kitchen table. With one swipe of my arm, placemats, books, and Bev’s junk mail scattered across the floor. I up-ended Willow onto the table, laid her on her back, yanked her ass to the edge and pushed her legs as wide as they would go.
I stepped back and studied her as I shucked off my boxers and fisted my cock. “You are everything I imagined you’d be. Every fucking thing.”
“Hurry,” she whispered.
I stood between her legs and traced her clit with the head of my cock to keep her on edge. “Tell me how you want to be fucked.”
“Right now,” she growled.
I chuckled. “Now, now. Be patient. You begged so prettily for me. I’d love to hear it again.” Up and down, side-to-side, I teased her clit with my cock. “But unless you want to be on your knees, pleading for my cock, I’d suggest you tell me how you’d like me to fill your pussy.”
My cock jumped as I palmed her breast and rolled my thumb over her nipple. “Are you going to touch yourself while I get a condom out of my bag, or do you want to be fucked with nothing between us?” I knew she was on birth control. I watched her take it every day, but that decision was hers.
“Bare. Now,” she snapped as her back arched toward me as I teased her tits. “I haven’t had sex in—like—a really long time. And I was tested after the last time.”
“Good girl,” I said as I leaned over her and kissed down her sternum, stomach, and across her pelvis.
Willow rocked, trying to get my mouth back on her pussy, but I pinned her hips down to the table.
“Same for me.”
Her eyes flared with frustration. “Do you want me to call you a good boy or are you going to take what’s yours?”
My chest seized.
Had she just called herself mine?
“Call me whatever the hell you want as long as I get to call you mine,” I said as I scissored her entrance, opening her wide before slowly sliding two fingers inside of her. I crooked them like I was beckoning her closer.
“Ryan—”
“Mine?” I pressed.
Willow nodded. “Yours.”
I found the rough patch of nerves nestled against her inner walls that made her thrash desperately. “You know what I think?” I mused as I massaged her G-spot, feeling her wetness drenching my hand. “I bet I can make you squirt.”
Heavy breaths turned shoddy as she clawed at the smooth wood table. “I don’t want to make a?—”
“You’re going to be my good girl and make a mess all over this table. You’re going to show me how badly you’ve wanted my cock, aren’t you, Willow?”
She nodded. “Please, just fu?—”
I didn’t let her get the rest of the word out. I notched my cock in her entrance and thrust inside.
Willow’s breasts bounced with each jolt as I grabbed the backs of her knees and slammed my hips into her. I hitched her legs higher as I fucked her hard and fast.
She was soaked and ready for it, accepting each thrust and offering her screams for more in return.
I paused to breathe before I got too close, lost it, and unloaded inside of her. She felt so fucking good. The last two months with her had been anything but torture, except not having her in every way I wanted.
But now I had her. And I wasn’t letting her go.
“Yours,” she breathed, her features tightening as she focused on the way her body was clenching around my cock.
“Say it again.”
