Thrust.
“It.”
Thrust.
“All.”
I grind against her before stilling with a rough groan, buried as deep as I can get, my grip tightening in her hair while my body convulses.
Waves ripple through me as I break my breath, emptying the last of myself inside, every muscle in my body locking up.
For a moment, I can't move.
Can’t think.
She's trembling beneath me, tears running down her cheeks, her ass blooming red, hair tangled. I roll her onto her back, my cock slipping free, half-hard, still straining with need. Her legs fall open on either side, flat against the bed, and I take a moment to drink her in.
So beautifully mine.
I remove the thongs from her mouth, and a thin line of drool drips down her lips. My body tenses for a moment, concernedthat she might not like it. However, when I see her bottom lip slip between her teeth and her eyes light up—practically sparkling— a slow smile spreads across her face. I start to relax.
“You good?” I ask as I pull the wet fabric from inside her mouth.
She brushes her nails across my chest.
“I need to come,” she moans in frustration, eyes fluttering shut, reaching down toward her pierced clit.
I smack her hand away, and she opens them up to shoot me that wicked, bratty glare.
“I’m not finished with you.”
I press my tongue to her clit, dragging upward in a long stroke, savouring her whimpers. My tongue snakes up to her belly button, past it, grazing one nipple, across her chest to the other, then up her neck, over her jawline, and finally to her lips, catching her in a hungry, possessive kiss.
She twists and turns, playfully nipping at my lip.
“Time to fuck your ass now.”
Willow watches me reach under the bed and pull the bag out I’d packed. I lift out the pink vibrating dildo and a bottle of strawberry-scented lube, setting them carefully beside her.
Her brow quirks up, curiosity sparkling in her eyes.
“When did you get that?” she asks, propping herself up on her elbows.
“I got it when I threw your other ones out,” I say casually.
Her mouth falls open. “Wait… what?”
She blinks at me, stunned.
“I don't like the idea of you keeping toys you've used after other men because they couldn't make you come. So I bought this for us to use together. The first of many.”
I swipe my tongue across my teeth.
Instead of arguing, she flops back onto the bed, hair fanning around her shoulders like a halo of chaos.
“I don't even care,” she gripes, swiping it back with a flick of her wrist. “Just… fuck me. Please. I want your dick so bad. No, I need it, please, please, please.”
I freeze. She's never begged like that before.
