“You want me inside you, Willa?”
“Please,” I gasped. “Yes. Please,please, Forrest?—”
He pulled his fingers free, my pussy clenching around nothing?—
—then he was there, his cock replacing his fingers, and I came again on the spot.
“Fuck,” he cursed in my ear as he thrust. “Fuck…are you coming?”
“Mmhm,” I somehow managed, body twitching and spasming. “Yeah…yes?—”
“You’re so fucking good for me,” he snarled, setting a punishing pace right away. “Taking my cock, taking what you want. So fucking perfect.”
The sound of our bodies together was obscene, filling the room, drowning out all other noise—his hips slapping against mine, the wet slide of his cock inside me, our mingled breaths. I grabbed his shoulders and held on tight enough that I lifted off the bed, my body swinging against him so I could take him even deeper.
He wasn’t going slow, wasn’t being careful. He was giving me exactly what I’d asked for the day before and my whole body was saying yes.
My shoulders dropped and I canted my hips upward; Forrest knelt and paused only for a moment, only long enough to hook my knees over his shoulders, to bend me as far as I could so he could go as deep as he could. I swear I could feel him bump against my cervix, his head turning so he could brush a kiss to my ankle.
Then he kept fucking me hard.
“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” he rasped. “Spread out for me, taking my cock. Jesus…fucking hell, Willa, I’m yours. I’m all yours?—”
He buried himself inside me and came.
I could feel the heat of his cum spill into me…fill me up, course through me. I reached for him, wanting to taste him, and he moved my legs so he could lean in and kiss me, his tongue thrusting past my lips.
I loved him.
I loved him so much I could hardly breathe when I thought of it.
I wanted too much to be Willa June Holt.
We kissed for what felt like forever, Forrest staying inside me a long, long time. He didn’t pull out even when he collapsed on top of me—moving to the side just enough so as not to crush me, his head propped up on one elbow.
I clenched around him. He blinked fast, eyes bleary with lust, one hand trailing up my side to cup my breast.
Thrust again.
I moaned.
“Still?” he laughed under his breath. “Jesus…you’re gonna make me hard again, Willa.”
“Fantastic,” I breathed. “I would love that.”
"All day?"
"As long as possible," I said. I clenched around him again, deliberate, watching his eyes go dark. Yeah…he was definitely getting hard again. "I like you there."
"Willa." Warning in his voice. The good kind.
"I know." I shifted my hips and felt him stir, smiled. "Forrest."
"Mm."
I bit my lip. "Can I ask you something?"
"You can ask me anything."
