Page 86 of Forever Player

“Now get your ass back in the room and spread your legs for me on the bed,” he demands, and he smacks my ass hard enough I feel a sting. A rush of lust spikes through my belly, landing between my thighs.

I shake my head, causing him to look confused. “I’ll go get my lingerie on, but it’s you who I want on that couch with your cock ready for me to suck.”

“Fuck, Willow. You just made me so damn hard,” he growls.

I push him back onto the couch and then I walk away.

CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR

Brett

Willow is right, I’ve been treating her with kid gloves because she has been through so much. But as I remember the night, it was her sassy, disinterested personality that sucked me in at first. It was her smart-mouthed, take no bullshit from anyone personality that got me hard as a rock. It was the push and pull between us when we made love that made my blood boil in a way I’ve never felt before. I remove my jeans and take off my sweater. I sit on the couch in just my boxers, but then I think better of it and remove my boxers too. My cock stands erect against my stomach as I take a seat on the couch. I spread my arms out to my sides. I stand to turn off the lights, but I turn on a lamp because I need a good look at her in that lingerie.

I take a seat back on the couch as she leaves my room in that sexy as hell getup. My teeth dig into my lower lip and I shake my head. “You’re fucking stunning, Honey.”

She walks over to me slowly, wearing a pair of fuck-me high heels. She is wearing a red-and-black lace bustier with those garter things that attach to some stockings. Her legs look like they go on for miles.

My breathing picks up. “You aren’t so bad yourself,” she replies and she kneels before me.

My cock bobs before she even touches me. I reach out and grab her breast. “Fucking perfect. I can’t wait to ravish your body.”

She licks her lips. “Not before I suck your cock.”

“Is that an ultimatum?” I ask.

“Is it true you haven’t had sex with anyone since me?” she asks.

“I would never lie about something like that.”

“Have you gotten a blow job from someone else? I don’t care, Brett. I just want to know so there aren’t surprises in the media,” she says.

“You were the last person to suck my cock, and you did such a stellar job that I haven’t wanted anyone else.” I chortle.

She takes a deep breath.

“And I told you. I’m laying low right now so I don’t give the media fuel. The only fuel they are getting from me is how happy I am to have you with me.”

“You can’t hide out forever. It isn’t fair to you,” she says, running her nails along my abdomen slowly. She has red-painted fingernails that look sexy as hell.

“I’ll do what it takes until you know I am trustworthy,” I assure her.

“I appreciate that.”

“Why don’t you show me just how much you do? “Suck my cock like you did that night. Like you can’t get enough of me.”

A little whimper escapes her and she moves into me, taking my cock in her fist. She leans forward and licks a circle around the tip, causing a slow torturous groan to escape me.

My hands move down to her head and I run my fingers through her hair as her mouth comes down and closes over my cock. I groan, this woman makes me feral. Her head begins to bob as she takes my shaft down her throat, sometimes hitting the back of her throat.

“You like sucking my cock, Honey?”

Her head bobs.

“Does it make you wet knowing you’re driving me fucking crazy?” I ask as I take her hair and gather it into a ponytail in my hand, so I have a clear view of my cock disappearing into her mouth.

She nods her head.

“Fuck, I’m going to come, Willow. If you don’t want me to come, you better stop,” I warn, still holding her hair.

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