Page 92 of Fighting Fate

“I do.”

Dropping an arm, she flicks the lock closed behind her. “You can’t go back on a promise…” Her mouth crashes to mine as her hands trail down to the buttons of my suit jacket, popping them open as our tongues duel, twirling in a dance that begs for more. “Close the curtain,” she mumbles against my lips while her hands push my jacket off my shoulders and fumble with my belt and fly as I pull the velvet drapes closed behind us.

“Fuck,” I groan, gritting my teeth as her hand pushes into my underwear.

The cool grip causes me to shudder along with the throb of my cock. I’m hard and ready, and every swipe of her thumb over the slit of my dick makes me painfully aware that we haven’t done this in so long, and there’s only so much I can take before I fucking blow.

“Turn around,” I growl, gripping her nape and spinning her toward the door so that her hand pulls out my pants, freeing my cock with it. “Dress.”

I spit into my hand and stroke over my length while I watch her scrunch up the skirt of her dress. Inch by slow inch, until all that’s visible is the top of her thong disappearing into her crease and her toned, slender legs teetering on high heels.

Willow’s a sight to behold as I press my groin to her back. Cupping her hot cunt with one hand while the other trails from her nape to her jaw, I turn her face so that I can see it as I finger her slit over her underwear.

“It’s been so damn long, babe,” I rasp into her ear, pushing my finger beneath the silk and teasing her clit. “I want to take my time…to drag this on, but…”

“I just want you inside me. I don’t care for how long, I just want your cock,” she mewls as I press a finger inside her, shallowing in and out to her desperate breaths. “I want your cock buried deep in my cunt.”

“I don’t want to hurt you…”

“But I like it. I like it when you stretch me, feeling as though… Fuck…oh God,” she cries softly as I add another finger and press deeper, causing her legs to quiver. “It feels so good, and I…I want to feel you even when you’re gone. Please…please, Rory.”

I can’t deny her or myself. I’m as desperate as she is to feel my cock stretch her pussy, to feel her squeeze around me as she comes with my name on her lips.

Pulling her thong to the side, I brace myself over her, guiding my cock to her entrance. “Gimme your mouth,” I tell her as I ease myself inside her cunt and drink her moans, keeping them all to myself.

Fuck, she’s so damn tight that this first slow thrust is almost too fucking much. My body is tensing with my need to release as her pussy clenches greedily, sucking me deeper.

“This is gonna be quick,” I rasp, wrapping my arm around her hips and tracing my hand over the bottom of her belly, palming her bump before I trail my fingers to the top of her pussy. Circling her clit, I rut into her steadily, sucking in the air that pushes out of her lungs every time I bottom out. “I’ll make it up to you later.” I pick up my pace, fucking her with her hands clawing at my hips and her moans becoming frantic pleas for me to fuck her harder.

And I do. Relentlessly. Until the tips of her toes are balanced on mine and my cock is buried so deep inside her that tears are running down her face. Our hot breaths are clouding the air between us and fogging everything around us.

It’s just me inside her and her body melting into mine as her head falls back on my shoulder with a slew of hoarse curses. Raking my thumbnail over her clit, I thrust into her once, twice as she trembles in my hold, and her pussy tightens, choking my cock.

“That’s it, babe.” The tighter she clenches around me, the harder it becomes to keep the pace. “Fuck, sweetheart, you feel so good.”

Our gasping breaths, the constant shaking of my belt buckle, and the scrape of her nails on the wooden door pierce the quiet. All it takes is the brush of her lips over my jaw with the heat of her breath whispering into my neck as they trail down my throat.

Everything disappears as I slam home, my cock throbbing painfully as I come, and her pussy sucks me impossibly deeper with every spurt. Willow’s coiled in my hold as I brace us into the door, and my fingers continue working over her clit until she follows, her body wracking beneath mine as I try to catch my breath and hold us both up.

It’s a while before either of us moves or speaks. Even then, it’s all foggy as I turn Willow to face me and kiss her again, breathing in the scent of cherries and almonds tainted with our mixed up sweat and cum.

“We’re…umm…definitely late for dinner,” she giggles as I adjust her underwear back into place.

“This was the better starter.” With another kiss and nip to her lips, I straighten out her dress, crouching as I attempt to tug the creases out of it before I pick up my slacks from the floor and fix myself.

Once my jacket is back on, I comb my fingers through her hair while she cleans up the lipstick on my face and neck. “There’s a smidge on your collar.” She cringes, rubbing her thumb over it.

“Your lipstick on my collar and my cum soaking your panties.” I trace my thumbs around her lips, cleaning up the red-smudged kisses. “What’s the problem with that?”

“I supposed it all goes with the just-fucked look.” Willow grins, the flush of colour on her cheeks giving it that extra-wicked edge. It’s sexy as hell, and if we don’t get out of here soon, I won’t be responsible for what I do to her next.

Once we’re mostly straightened out, I grasp her hand in mine, and we make our way to dinner with our friends and family. Every step we take together feels better than the last, and every time I look at her to find her smiling back at me is another breath that comes easy.

“Hey,” she says as we walk outside and the light drizzle greets us. When I turn to look at her, Willow throws her arms around me. “I’ve always wanted to have sex in the stalls.”

“Of course you have.”

“The Royal box is an upgrade. So…special.” Willow grins at me with a bite of her lip. I love it when she’s playful like this. When her mirth is shining in her eyes. It’s a living thing that completely consumes me. I’m utterly enthralled as she rolls up onto her tiptoes and asks, “How’s that yearning coming?”

What a minx…

Grasping her ass in my hands, I hitch her up my body so that our lips touch. “It’s killing me.”

“Me too,” she groans before licking into my mouth.

It’s a tender kiss. One that promises this isn’t some fluke. Willow wants me as much as I want her, and despite everything that’s happened, she’s taking down her walls and giving herself to me.

With another quick kiss, she smiles at me, holding my gaze as she tells me, “I love you.”

“So much, sweetheart.” It’s all I can say as I pepper a kiss to the tip of her nose. And it’s the one promise I know will never be broken.

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