32. Willa #2
I moan, my fingers fumbling with the button on his jeans.
They fall to his ankles, and I dip my hand into his tented boxers, freeing his hard length.
His lips leave mine with a groan, eyes dropping to my hands, stacked and wrapped around his thick, rigid dick, the crown just visible.
It twitches when I swipe the precum leaking from his tip and fix my eyes on his, slowly licking his brackish taste from my thumb.
“Shit, Gem…” His breath stutters, and I drop to my knees with a smile.
“You were saying?” I rock back on my legs, settling into the bathroom rug.
“Fuck if I know,” he mumbles, eyes rolling back when I massage his balls.
Watching this big, strong man fall apart from my touch is sexy as hell.
I suck him into my mouth, and he places his hands on my shoulders, his hips swaying with each sloppy glide of my tongue.
I’m dripping just from the sounds hissing out of him.
He meets my gaze and caresses my chin. “You see what that pretty mouth does to me?”
I fucking shatter, dropping a hand between my legs while taking as much of him in my mouth as I can.
His hips pivot, driving his length to the back of my throat while I strum my clit furiously.
Moaning around him, I take him deeper, even as pleasurable tears stream down my face.
“That’s it,” he grunts. “Make yourself come while you’re choking on this dick.
” Good God . I could get off on his words alone.
My orgasm ricochets through me, and he slides from my lips, watching me with pure lust in his eyes as he slowly strokes himself.
He waits until I catch my breath, smirking devilishly.
“Up, Gem. In the shower. Hands on the wall.” His eyes linger on the wet spot I left on the rug, then he follows me through the shower door.
He pulls me against him, his hardness pressing into my ass cheek as he weaves his fingers with mine. “Don’t get my hair wet,” I sass over my shoulder.
“No need.” Nipping my ear, he slides our hands against the wet tile.
“You’re already soaking.” He angles the shower stream away from my face, and I shudder when he drops a tender kiss on my shoulder.
Gently, he bends me at the waist. “Spread your legs, sweetheart. Let me show your pussy how much I’ve missed her. ”
“Who’s the bossy one now?” I mock, despite widening my stance, teasing him with a wiggle of my hips.
“Still you.”
One firm smack on my ass steals my breath and my cheekiness.
I’ll do whatever he asks if it means he’ll pound the backtalk out of me.
His tip notches at my slit, our moans harmonizing as he eases inside.
Curling an arm under my belly, he lifts me on my toes until he’s so deep, all I’m able to do is blink the stars away.
“Feel that?” He ruts into me, pressing me against the wall, hips canting slowly. “Perfect-fucking-fit.”
Leaning my head back, I nod against his shoulder. He fills me so fully, every thrust makes me whimper in delight. “ Shit ,” I mumble, each stroke scrambling my coherency. “How do you feel this good?”
“Because I learn from my mistakes, Willa. I’m not letting you go this time.
” His fingers brush my nipples, rolling and tugging until my hips sway with his.
“ Fuck ,” he groans, his forehead falling into the crook of my neck as he thrusts faster.
“You have no idea what you do to me, do you? How many nights I’ve imagined being with you again?
” He kisses my shoulder, his hand sliding down to my sensitive bud.
“I’d fuck you fast and rough until your legs give out, but I’m clinging to my last shred of dignity just to savor how good it feels to be buried inside you. ”
My pussy clenches at the thought of him having his way with me, and he growls in response. I’m not above begging, but he pinches my clit, and I cry out before I can even try.
“Goddamn,” he grunts, hips stuttering while he catches his breath. “You tryna kill me, greedy girl? ”
“I’m tryna fuck ,” I pant, pulling him down to my lips, sloppily showing him exactly how greedy I am.
I need him touching me everywhere, inside and out, and I’m too damn horny for the pretense.
His steady cadence on my clit, dick rubbing my g-spot into oblivion, has my head spinning in ways I’ve only ever managed to accomplish on my own before.
Gasping, I pull away, slapping my hands on the slick shower wall to brace myself.
He adjusts behind me, tugging my hips back as he goes.
“Bet.” Gripping my waist, he slams into me, and the change in position blurs my vision.
My body tenses in waves, one part losing control as the next gears up for sweet release. “Right. Fucking. There,” I whine, punctuated by each slap of our skin. Throwing my ass back, I drive him deeper until I damn near feel him in my throat.
“Look at you taking this dick, baby.” His labored breath gives him away as his hips jerk wildly.
“Shit, I’mma nut if you keep fuuu —” He slumps over me as he fills me up, somehow finding the energy to grace my clit with attention.
In firm, quick circles, he brings me right back to the edge, his hardness still pulsing inside me.
“Your turn,” he rasps, and I fall apart, screaming his name as I’m reminded of just how much fun we had in San Diego.