Chapter 4 - Willow
On Sunday, I have some final packing to do and I convince Mike to drop me off at my apartment and let me finish alone.
If he comes with me, we’ll spend all our time fucking because he loves turning me into a mindless mess when we should be doing something else.
He agrees to pick me up when I’m ready so we can take another load of boxes back with us.
Before I leave the car, he gives me a deep kiss and fishes something out of his pocket and hands it to me. It’s the clit vibrator he used on me at the amusement park.
Wet heat flares between my legs as I remember coming on the roller coaster. Why is he giving me this today? When I give him a confused expression, he winks. “Put that in right now.”
Ooooh, he’s so bad. I love it. My pulse quickens in anticipation, and I don’t argue with him. He smirks when he sees how quickly I obey his command. Shoving my hand down the front of my yoga pants, I adjust it to press against my clit.
Once he knows it’s in, he reaches over and zips my jacket up all the way to my neck as if he’s making sure I’m going to be warm. “Have fun packing.”
I burst out laughing. “Uh huh. You’ll be hearing from me.”
“I’m sure I will.”
The devilish twinkle in his eyes tells me he’s going to have a fun time with this today.
I better be able to get everything done.
Climbing out of the car, I blow him a kiss and roll my hips so my ass shakes as I walk away.
Right when I reach the door to the lobby, a strong pulse hits my clit and I gasp as heat streaks through me.
As soon as it eases up, I open the door and glance back with narrowed eyes.
Mike is beaming and looking extremely pleased with himself as he takes off.
Cocky man. He better be careful while he’s driving and not messing with the app. As I head upstairs, the steady, unchanging pulse against my clit proves he’s behaving.
An hour later, I decide what he’s really doing is driving me insane.
The vibrations were a pleasant buzzing earlier, but he’s ramped them up to a constantly fluctuating pulse that’s making it impossible to concentrate.
I need his cock inside me, and now everything in my apartment is beginning to look like a sex toy.
I could ride the arm of my sofa and let the toy work its magic on my clit until I explode.
Shit, focus. I pack another box and the incessant pleasure distracts me and I find myself rotating my hips and imagining I’m riding his cock.
The pulsing has my entire core aching with need.
When there’s a knock at my door, I sag with relief. Oh thank God, he’s come back to fuck me. The jerkface probably planned this all along.
I yank open the door, intending to launch myself at him but pull up short when I see my mother. Oh, great. This is just what I need.
“What do you want?”
I know I sound unfriendly, but now is NOT a good time for her to visit. And who the fuck let her into the building? It takes a code to get in, but I don’t want to argue over that point.
As usual, she gets an offended look, as if I’m the one being unreasonable. “To talk. Are you going to let me in?”
I hesitate for a moment while the oscillations against my clit distract me. I’d like to tell her to get lost. How fast can I get rid of her if I talk to her? Fuck it, let’s rip the Band-Aid off and tell her I’m moving in with Mike and then I’ll start my new life with a clean slate.
Reluctantly, I open the door all the way to let her in, then shut it and cross my arms before turning to glare at her in a futile attempt to hide my discomfort with the situation.
“Talk,” I say while the vibrations have me hot and bothered. I can barely stay still as the torture continues. To distract myself, I get a glass of water while my mother glances around my ugly, bare apartment.
When she doesn’t speak for a long moment, I tap my foot impatiently as I sip my water. The pulses of the toy change and I clamp my legs together as my head spins. If she’s not gone in five minutes, I’m going to have to excuse myself to remove the toy.
“You’re moving?” she asks, finally acknowledging the packed boxes and general disarray.
I’m so turned on, it takes a moment to find my voice and force myself to concentrate on this conversation. “Um, yes, I’m moving in with Mike.” I can’t stop myself from being snide. “I’m sure you remember him.”
She makes a face that immediately makes me bristle. I open my mouth to snap at her, but she interrupts me. “That’s a mistake.”
Oh hell no, not this shit again. As my irritation builds, I think I’m going to lose my mind, but then the damn buzzing slows down to a stop and I have a moment to collect my thoughts.
Suddenly, everything becomes crystal clear in my mind.
I don’t have to keep her in my life just because she’s my parent.
I’m done with toxic relationships, and I really can have a fresh start with Mike.
A sense of power wells up inside me, and my voice is firm. “Mom, I’m not a child anymore and I love him. Either you get on board or you’re never going to see me for holidays again. It’s your choice.”
She sputters and I can tell she doesn’t know what to say. Good.
I hold up my hand when she tries to protest, and I cut her off. “Mom, I don’t want to hear it unless you’ve got nice things to say about my boyfriend.”
Her face turns a blotchy pink color, and I’m disappointed when she fumes. “He’s only using you for sex. He’ll never marry you and if you stay with him, you’ll never have children. Guys his age don’t want kids. You’re ruining your life.”
The ‘no kids’ comment throws me for a second. I never thought of that, but I won’t be swayed from my current path. The fact she’s not willing to try for my benefit only solidifies my decision.
Setting my glass down, I walk over to the door and open it. “It’s time for you to go. If you ever have an attitude adjustment, I’ll be around. Don’t bother calling unless you do.”
And that’s it, we’re done. There’s no way we can have any sort of healthy relationship while she’s this intolerant of my boyfriend. When I give her a look that dares her to say anything else, she huffs and turns to walk out. “This is a mistake,” she warns before the door shuts behind her.
Tears sting my eyes as I sink back against the wall, letting my head thump against it. That was hard, but it needed to be done. She doesn’t know what she’s talking about because she’s never taken the chance to get to know Mike. I refuse to listen to her. I love him, and it’s time to tell him.
As the thought passes through my mind, my phone beeps with a text message.
Mike:
Is my Kitten going crazy?
Oh, in more ways than one. He has no idea. All I want is to be in his arms right now. I need a big hug and a hard fucking, but I’m not sure in which order yet.
Willow:
I need you. Please come pick me up.
As I wait for his reply, there’s a return pulse against my clit. When his next message pops up, I slide my hand down and press the toy firmly against my sensitive bud and rock my hips.
Mike:
I’m on my way. Keep warm for me. I’ll be there soon.
Hell, yes!
Willow:
I’m waiting. Hurry.
The steady vibration ramps up, and within a few minutes, I’m trying desperately not to come. Oh fuck. How long of a drive is it to my place? Wait, how long has it been? I’m going to need that hard fucking before the hug.
I leave the door unlocked and text him the code to get in and tell him to just come up before stripping down to my panties. When he walks in the door, I’m bent over the arm of the couch, positioned with my feet flat on the ground and my ass facing him.
Looking over my shoulder, I flutter my eyelashes at him. “I’m yours, Sir.”
He gives me a hungry look and stalks over to me with his clothes flying in all directions. Within seconds he’s naked and his hard cock is bobbing between his legs like it’s waving hello.
He glides his fingers over the fabric of my panties, holding the toy against my clit until I cry out and buck against his hand.
“My freeuse toy is so wet and needy,” he says as he drags my underwear down and removes the toy.
He turns the toy off and tosses it on his discarded shirt. When he gathers wetness on his fingers and pulls my ass cheeks apart, I moan as he slowly drags a finger across my puckered hole. Oh god, is today the day he claims my ass?
I whimper and rotate my hips as I mentally plead. Do it. Fuck my ass. A shiver runs down my spine as the pressure from his finger increases.
“Hold on to the couch,” he orders.
I grip the edge as his finger slides into my ass. “Ohhhh,” I pant as his digit massages me and a whole new world of pleasure awakens inside my core. Fuck, I want this. I want him to claim all of me. My body is in heaven as the overwhelming sensation takes my breath away.
When he removes his finger, I spread my legs and wriggle my ass to entice him to fuck it. He trails the tip of his cock across my buttcheek and down the crack of my ass to my pussy. Wait, what is he doing? He’s supposed to fuck my ass!
He gives an experimental thrust that slips the tip inside my pussy, and I whimper, “Please fuck my ass. Please?”
He gives a low and dark chuckle. “Not tonight, my freeuse fucktoy. I need to breed this sweet pussy.”
We both moan as he fills me completely. My pussy stretches around him, and every inch of him massages my cave walls.
The intense pleasure makes me forget about wanting him in my ass.
I just need to come. He wraps my hair around his fist and tugs it gently as he grasps my hip and slams into me.
My body is alive with a savage energy and I writhe against him, desperate for more.
Every thrust draws me closer to a blissful state.
I’ve been worked up so long that every nerve ending quivers, and thrills run up and down my body.
I’m so desperately close that when he slaps my ass and groans, “Come with me, my slut,” I explode.
A white-hot climax rips through me, and I’m skyrocketed into erotic oblivion.
The pleasure short-circuits my brain as he continues to fuck me.
He moves hard and fast, jackhammering into my pussy until he explodes. His body tenses, and he groans in pure animalistic satisfaction while pumping his warm cum as deep as he can go. He shudders and slumps on top of me briefly, keeping us connected with his cock still inside my pussy.
As he strokes my hair and holds me tight against him, my soul melts in contentment. I want to give him everything and I know that he’ll do the same for me. He’s the guy for me. When he pulls out, he picks me up and carries me to the bed so we can cuddle under the blanket together.
I was riding high for so long that I shiver as I come down. He holds me, whispering sweet nothings until I calm down enough to think rationally again.
“Are you okay?” he asks gently while brushing a damp strand of hair off my cheek.
We’re facing each other, so I can easily tip my head and look at him. I smile softly. “Everything is better than okay. I love you.”
Mike’s eyes shine with emotion. “I love you too.”
There’s no hiding my happiness at his declaration, and I rest my forehead against his chest, giggling as he kisses my hair and nuzzles my cheek.
I’m so relieved to say I love him, and to hear the words in return means everything to me.
We stay in bed for a while, wrapped around each other, just enjoying our closeness and not wanting to break the spell of this moment.
I’ll tell him about my mom later. There’s no way I’m going to bring it up tonight, and he’ll understand why I waited.
I just need to be close to him right now.