Page 80 of Endless Love

“Oh my God, Ryan. That feels so good. How did you learn to do this?”

Allee.For a split-second, the memory of Allee teaching me how to do foot massage flashed in my mind. “It’s like making love to your feet,” she’d told me.

Forcing myself back in the moment, I simply told Willow I had a good teacher as I pressed harder into her soles. She moaned again, louder.

Yes, I was making love to Willow’s tender foot, her soft moans arousing me. My cock throbbed, and I longed to spread her legs, knowing she was bared to me beneath her dress. My eyes closed as I imagined massaging her beautiful clit and ravaging her all over again. As if she knew what I was thinking, she slid her left foot on top of my rigid cock and began to rub it.

I hissed, positive my cock was going to burst through my fly, and managed a few words. “Are you still sore?”

“Please, Ryan, more,” she breathed out.

The throbbing so great, I could no longer hold back. With my free hand, I unfastened my trousers and pulled down my fly with a whoosh. Willow’s moans drowned out the sound, her eyes still closed as my huge erection sprang out. On my next heated breath, I curled my hands around her slender ankles and slid her down the couch. As she let out a gasp, her eyes snapped open. At the sight of my erection, they smoldered.

“Baby, I want to fuck you again. Sit on me.”

The lustful expression on her face was all I needed. She lifted the skirt of her dress and mounted me, squatting over my folded legs, a position that only a lissome dancer could manage. So fucking sexy. So hot and erotic. Her supple legs spread far apart and her hands clutching my shoulders, she lowered herself onto my cock, taking me in inch by raging inch.

She felt so fucking good. My fingers caressed her pussy as she went down on me.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking hot and wet for me.”

“The massage,” she murmured.

The heat of her pussy intensified as I penetrated her. Pushing deep inside her, I splayed my fingers on her haunches to support her.

“Ride me, baby. Ride me hard. Fucking take me to the moon.”

As I began to pump her fast and furiously, her hips bucked up and down, meeting my every deep thrust. Our ragged breaths filled the room as she rode me to ecstasy. An orgasm of epic proportions was building quickly and I hoped she was as close to coming as I was.

“Oh my God, oh my God,” she repeated, her voice between a cry and a whisper.

Then, everything broke loose as she sobbed out her orgasm, her pussy pulsing all around my combusting cock. I cursed under my breath as I emptied into her while her head fell forward onto mine.

I kissed her lips as I rode my orgasm out. Tonight, my Firebird had taught me how to fly.

A few minutes later, we were soaking in my deluxe Jacuzzi tub…yeah, the one fucking Charlotte had insisted I install in my loft. I’d never used it with the psycho bitch… only with Allee, and now, for the first time in five years, with Willow. I’d forgotten how amazing it was.

Willow’s beautiful lithe body was in my arms, between my legs, her back to me. The powerful jets caressed us.

“Are you okay?” I breathed into my beauty’s ear.

“Yeah,” she hummed back. “This feels amazing.”

“Is the water too hot?”

“It’s perfect.”

“Are your feet okay?”

She let out a soft moan that could barely be heard above the sound of the gurgling water. “They feel great. In fact, every part of my body feels great.”

I couldn’t agree more as I ran a large sponge around her pert breasts. Her body was perfect. Perfect for me. And I didn’t want anyone to touch it. Especially that bastard, Gustave. I wanted to banish him to the back of my mind, but his ugly presence lingered. And despite my oneness with Willow at this moment, burning questions whirled around in my head.

“Butterfly, that was a one time thing, right?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know…dancing. Performing.”

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