Page 68 of Love so Hot

She gasps, arching into my touch. "I...I can't. It feels too good."

"That's what I thought." I grin wickedly before capturing a nipple between my lips, suckling and teasing it to a stiff peak. Her fingers tangle in my hair, holding me in place as breathy little whimpers escape her throat. I can already imagine those noises she'll make when I'm buried deep inside her tight heat.

My hands skim down her ribcage to her hips, bunching up the fabric of her dress. She's not wearing panties, the naughty minx. I bet she's been daydreaming about this moment since our last encounter. Well, time to give her what she wants.

I slowly work my way down her creamy thighs, inch by tantalizing inch, enjoying the goosebumps that trail in my wake. Her skin is like silk, warm and inviting, begging for my touch. I reach the apex of her thighs, her scent intoxicating in the air-earthy, musky, and all Willow. I can't wait to taste her, but first...

My index finger slips inside her moist heat, gently probing and exploring. Her walls clench around me, slick with arousal. "Oh, Willow," I groan, my voice thick with desire. "You're so wet for me."

"Shut up and keep going," she hisses through gritted teeth, her cheeks flushed with arousal.

With a smirk, I oblige, adding another finger, then a third, stretching her deliciously. Her hips rock in time with my thrusts, her soft moans driving me wild. On impulse, I slip my pinky inside her ass, eliciting a high-pitched squeak from her lips.

"Larry!" she gasps, her nails digging into my back. "That's... unexpectedly nice."

"Glad you approve," I chuckle, picking up the pace. I watch as her eyelids flutter closed, her lips parting in ecstasy. God, she's beautiful like this-flushed and panting, her body on fire with desire. I want to make her mine, right here, right now, forever.

As if reading my mind, she moans, "Oh, Larry... don't stop. Don't ever stop."

That's all the encouragement I need. I plunge my fingers deeper, faster, curling them in a familiar pattern I know will send her over the edge. And sure enough, her entire body tenses, every muscle clenching around my fingers as she screams my name, her orgasm shaking her from head to toe.

I revel in her release, drinking in her scent, her taste, her essence.

As her breathing slows, Willow collapses against me, her heart pounding against mine. "Well, that... that was..." she pants out, a goofy grin plastered on her face.

"I know, right?" I smirk, brushing a stray strand of hair from her flushed cheek. "I'm pretty damn great."

She playfully swats my chest, laughing. "Modest, aren't you?"

"Hey, I call it like I see it," I tease, setting the mood back to our usual banter.

As she slumps back onto the rumpled sheets, her chest heaving and hair splayed across the pillow, I can't help but admire the sight she presents. Her half-lidded eyes, swollen lips, and flushed skin are like a masterpiece created by the Gods of Debauchery themselves.

"Larry," she pants, running a finger lazily down my abs. "Let me... take care of you... now."

Oh, I love how she tries to sound so confident, as if she has any power in this situation. I turn my head to meet her gaze, the smirk on my face a dead giveaway of my true intentions. "No, thank you, doll. I'm good."

Her breath hitches, and her fingers freeze. The wounded look in her eyes is almost too much to bear... almost. "Why not?" she asks, the hint of a whine in her voice only making me grin wider.

"Well, princess," I begin, propping my head up on my hand. "I like the idea of you owing me one." I wink, savoring her indignant huff as she rolls away from me. "Actually, two now."

"Whatever," she mutters, steel in her voice. "Goodnight, Mr. Sinclair."

"Mmm, goodnight, sweetheart." I feign a yawn, watching her naked form saunter out of my bedroom, hips swaying with a rage I find oddly arousing.

As soon as the door clicks shut, I can't keep my hands to myself any longer. The memory of her clenching around my fingers sends me spiraling into a masturbatory frenzy. I relive every moment of our heated encounter, all while her voice, my name on her lips, plays on repeat in my head.

"Oh, fuck," I groan, spilling my release onto my abs as her name escapes my lips, painting her name across my chest like a twisted declaration of victory.

Exhausted, I collapse onto the sheets, allowing myself a rare moment of genuine enjoyment. Sure, she may think she's won this round, but there are many more battles to be fought, and I intend to win this war. And in the end, the spoils of this particular war? That's a story for another climax... I mean, time. Damn, I need help.

Chapter Thirty-One

Lawrence

Sunlight spills across the pillow,and I blink away the remnants of sleep. Last night's encounter floods my mind. I look to the spot beside me and feel a longing to have her there next to me.

Stretching, I throw on a robe and make my way to her bedroom. I open the door gently. Sprawled out on the bed is a mess of blankets and green hair—Willow. Her chest rises and falls with the steady rhythm of deep slumber, her lips parted just slightly. My heart skips in that cliché kind of way, but I don't push the feeling down this time.

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