Page 16 of Devil on the Lake

Her cheeks hollow and I go faster with a grunt. The noises we make are filthy—her garbled gasps between thrusts, the wet sound of my dick plunging in and out of her swollen lips.

“You’re my pretty little whore, Willow.”

She flicks her eyes up, leering at me through damp lashes at the dirty names I give her. The sight of those plump lips around my shaft, the mascara-streaked cheeks, and tears leaking from the corners of her eyes when I’m too rough fucking her face are a trifecta. I need to be inside her again.

“Get up. I want your pussy choking my cock again.”

My dick slips out of her mouth as I pull her to her feet, tugging her bodice down to expose her tits. Ah, so there was a bra. It’s one of those lacy, barely there bralette things. She might as well have gone braless.

Her tits are perfect and perky. I pause, leaning down to take a nipple in my mouth through the lace. Her fingers stop fumbling with my jeans to hold the back of my head while I suck on her nipple.

With a growl, I let it pop free and pull her bodice and bra off. A folded up piece of paper falls to the floor that we both ignore. She claws at my jeans and I step out of them. I leave her stockings, nearly coming from the sight of her standing naked except for her torn fishnets.

Circling my cock with my fingers, I squeeze it. “You want this?”

She nods, cheeks pink.

“Say it.”

Willow presses her lips together. “I want it. Fuck me.”

With a grin, I whip her around. She braces her hands on the wall and I line up. We both moan when I enter her with a sharp thrust. Her head tips back on my shoulder and I band an arm around her chest, holding her tits while my hips pump.

It’s still rough and wild, but we’ve both forgotten the game, too swept up in the pleasure.

My lips find her throat, trailing kisses up to her jaw. Her pussy fucking flutters on my cock and she cries out as she comes. It’s a feeling I’ll never get tired of.

No one has ever fit with me so perfectly, matched my dark fantasies, been so goddamn right that I never want to stop. Not until this girl. The one who drives me to madness and pisses me off like no other.

An odd sensation twists in my chest and it punches a breath out of me. I slow down my pace as the truth barrels into me.

I don’t want to stop. Now that I’ve had this, I want it. Maybe it’s because I’ve spent the last several months deprived of anything and everything as a consequence of failing my Grandma’s expectations, but I want Willow.

The fucking irony. She’s the one that caused all my problems, but it’s only when I’m around her that my chest burns like this.

Blinking without seeing, I stop moving.

“What’s wrong?” Willow twists to see me, brows raised. She’s gorgeous like this, all mussed up and aroused. She pushes her ass into me. “Come on, don’t stop. I was close again.”

I bury my face in her neck and pull out.

“Dante?”

I don’t answer as I pick her up and carry her to bed again. She gives me a questioning look. I press my lips to hers and she relaxes into me. When I put her down on the bed, she scoots to the middle. I follow her, fitting myself between her thighs. Her legs wrap around me as I glide the head of my cock through her slick folds and enter her again.

“Feels so good,” Willow says breathlessly, throat bared for me.

Red marks cover her skin, proof of what we’re doing. It sends a thrill of satisfaction through me to know I’ve left a reminder on her body. We can’t sweep this under the rug when we leave the cabin.

I slip a hand between us and rub her clit, watching her face hungrily for the telltale signs of her orgasm.

“I love the face you make when you come.”

Her cheeks blush a pretty shade of red. I want to make her skin flush that color over and over.

My fingers tangle in the thin webs of her fishnets and I use the grip as leverage to fuck her harder. She digs her nails into my shoulder and threads her fingers in my hair. She pulls and I groan, almost collapsing on top of her. My pace stutters and my dick throbs.

With a raw growl, I come, filling her pussy a second time tonight. Her thighs tremble, legs locking me in place like she doesn’t want this to stop either. I use my tangled grip on her fishnets to pull the material taut against her skin, as if there’s any way to bring our bodies closer together.

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