Page 703 of Rock Me All Night
The way she's tugging at my hair—
I can feel all her need.
And it's making me so fucking hard.
I pin her to the bench seat and I lick her harder.
Faster.
Her groan gets heavy. She's almost there.
I lick her again and again.
Until she's groaning my name.
Until she's coming on my lips.
Fuck, I lick her until she's pulling me back up her body.
She looks down at me, her eyes hazy with pleasure. "You're wearing too many clothes."
"Yeah?"
Her nod is heavy. Needy. She slides my suit jacket off my shoulders. She takes her time undoing every button of my shirt. Undoing my belt.
My eyelids press together as she cups me over my slacks.
"Fuck." I reach for her. My palm presses between her shoulder blades. "Willow…"
She unzips my pants and slides them to my knees. She takes her spot in my lap, rubbing against my cock. Fucking boxers are in the way.
It's not a lot of fabric.
I can feel how warm she is.
How wet she is.
I need that.
I need her.
She plants a hard, deep kiss on my lips, not at all shy about the fact that I taste like her. Her hands dig into my hair and hold me in place.
Fuck, I love when she gets like this, all demanding and in control.
Like she needs to use my body for her pleasure.
Like she needs to use my body formypleasure.
She drags her lips over my cheek and sucks on my earlobe.
My breath hitches. My nails dig into her skin. God damn. She knows exactly how to work me.
Pleasure floods my body.
I can't fucking take not being inside her.
But it's the good kind of torture.
