Page 203 of There's No Us Without You
“Yes, Sir.”
With this, he shoves my legs further apart, his pants falling to the floor seconds later. Bending his knees, he presses the head of his penis to my opening before easing inside my pussy. I’m dripping wet, but Will is always gentle pushing into me due to his size. Once he’s fully inside, it’s game on from there when he pulls back slightly and then slams in harder, sending my face sliding up the wall and back down again with each thrust in and out.
I cry out, my nails digging and scratching the plasterboard as the back of my head slams against his collarbone.
“Do you know what I would do to anyone who dares to hurt you, Eden?” The breathless words in my ear send goosebumps over my skin.
Will slams into my pussy harder. Faster. His breathing matching my own. Warm, hard, and fast.
I shake my head. “No, Sir. Wh... what would you do?” I squeeze my eyes shut as a wave of pleasure explodes inside my core, spiralling out to my limbs, making me tremble.
“I’d. Fucking. Cut. Them. Open.” Will grunts out each word, his hips slapping against my bum each time he slams into me.
I whimper at his words, his love pouring into me where our bodies are connected.
Each one of his grunts is mingled with one of my moans, our bodies already slick with sweat at the pace.
If he didn’t have hold of my waist with his free hand, I’d collapse onto the floor, my legs already shaking with the amount of strain they’re under just to keep me upright.
“Will—fuck. Please...” I’m losing my control, every inch of my body screaming for release.
I’m so damn close.
“Don’t you fucking dare come, Eden. That pussy is clenching me so tight, but I’m not done with you just yet, Sunshine.”
I’m almost crying; it hurts to stop myself from letting go. Every time he’s inside me, I’m ready to explode into a million tiny pieces, not caring if I never fully get put back together.
That’s what my men do, though.
One tears me apart, the other puts me back together.
My two opposites.
Will destroys me, makes me beg for more. While Emerson lets me fall apart on my own before putting all the pieces back where they belong.
“You’re mine,” Will says through breathless grunts. “Mine.”
Biting my arm, I nod. I can’t talk. I can barely breathe.
But I’m so fucking his.
Will’s pace picks up. “Should I let you come?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He chuckles before biting my earlobe and dragging his teeth over it. “Beg,” he whispers.
His grip on my waist drops and his fingers dip between my legs to find my clit, slowing his thrusts down as he strokes me. My hands are clenched so tight that my fingernails draw blood.
“Oh, god—please, please let me come.”
“I can’t hear you, baby.” Will slams in again and again, his cock so deep inside me I feel it everywhere.
“Please,” I cry out, my head falling back onto his shoulder.
Will groans. “That’s my girl. Come for me, Sunshine. Let me feel that pussy grip my cock.”
Thank fuck.
