Page 9 of Locked Up by The Libra
“Watt,” she moans as we break apart. “Will you…can I come to your place tonight? I don’t want to go back to that hotel alone.”
“You were never going back to that hotel alone, sugar. Taking you home was not the plan, but I like your plan much better. Come here, I am not done with you, sweetheart.”
Dole lets us make out in his back seat for about ten minutes before he pulls us out. He lists off a dozen things he could charge us with as he hands back our IDs. Telling us it’s too nice of a night to waste it on paperwork, he cuts us loose. Thanking him for giving us a break, I tip my head at him, whispering a genuine thanks just for letting this go my way.
Loading her up in the truck, I follow him away from the airfield until I turn onto my own dirt road. Once I get to the small cabin I still have not made a home, I see Willa is passed out. Heart swelling as I scoop her up, I kiss her forehead as I take her inside and to my bedroom.
Stripping her down to just her tank top, I pull off my own clothes. Climbing in bed behind her, I smile when she pushes back against me, my little spoon. Snuggling in close, I kiss her neck once more, still content with how her skin smells like both of us. I think I will have to keep it that way.
Unless she hates me once she finds out I cannot let her do what she came to do.
Chapter Five
Willa
I always was an early riser—until I wake up feeling at home for the first time.
Watt sleeps behind me, his leg shoved between both of mine, his hand cupping my breast beneath my tank top. I am not shocked to wake up barely dressed. To be honest, I am more surprised I was able to sleep with him. I never slept with a man before. Well, I mean…not tosleep.
Snuggling back against him, I smile as the arm tucked beneath me flexes. I kiss his bicep, biting my lip when the hand on my breast tweaks my nipple. My hips twist and I gasp when I feel his dick slip between my thighs. Its heavy and hard, rubbing deliciously against my bare pussy.
“Morning, sugar,” he hums against the back of my neck, kissing me softly. “You sleep good?”
“Mmm, yes, in fact. This is nice. Waking up here with you.”
“Could get used to this. Come here, let me just,” he hisses as his hand grips my hip, his cock nudging at my sex. I moan and push back, wanting him to fill me so bad. “God, I want to fuck you. I also want to eat your pussy for breakfast while you ride my face. And paint your pretty tits with my cum. You turn me on until it hurts, Willa.”
“Turnabout is fair play,” I whisper as I rock my hips, sliding against his shaft with a whimper. “It aches, Watt. Make it go away, please.”
“Tell me what you need, little girl,” he husks against my throat, his hand cupping my pussy to spread me open. “Tell daddy what you want.”
“Fuck me, daddy,” I plead, rocking faster, twisting my hips, trying to get him inside me.
“That’s my good girl. Bring that pussy here, sugar, let daddy get his cock where it belongs.”
Arching against him, I push my ass back as I lift my leg to drape it back over his. His hands dig into my hip as he pushes forward, sinking deep inside of me in one hard, delicious thrust. I cry out, turning to bite at his flexing bicep. Bending his arms, he tells me to keep doing it as his hand finds my throat, closing tightly.
“Fuck you feel good,” he hisses, biting at my neck as he stills inside of me. “I want to wreck you for anyone else, Willa.”
Too late, I think. His hips start to move, the sweet drag of him pulling out of me making my eyes roll back. He slams back inside, and I cry out. His fingers close tighter on my throat, limiting my oxygen. It heightens the pleasure of him pumping in and out of me. And then he starts talking.
“God, I want to fill you up, little girl. Want you full of my cum. How hot would you be round with my baby? Fuck, this perfect little body with my baby inside it would own me.”
“Watt, please,” I whimper as he pounds into me roughly, shattering my senses. A storm of pleasure twists up inside of me, battering down on me. His hand at my hip slides lower, thumb and forefinger pinching my clit until it hurts. But the pleasure pain mixture is too much.
“Oh fuck,” he grunts behind me, biting at my shoulder as he goes still. “Come for me, little girl. God, you choke my cock so tight, troublemaker.”
“Come inside me, daddy,” I choke the words out as he slams deeper and deeper, still fingering my aching clit.
“Such a good little girl for me. Daddy is going to flood this tight cunt, sugar. Want you dripping with me all day.”
As his fingers tighten on my throat again, I see stars. His blunt fingers rub at my clit still, spreading me open to take the punishing drives of his thick cock. Again, his teeth sink into the curve of my shoulder, marking me just as his cock is marking me inside.
Watt comes, releasing inside me in hot spurts that push my orgasm higher. I am panting when he slows, his hips moving almost absently. When he pulls out of me, we both moan, hating the disconnect.
“Jesus hell,” he groans deep and low, rolling away from me.
Giggling, I turn on my back, allowing him to pull me against his chest. We’re sweaty, sated, and spent, but cuddling feels amazing. There is something so intimate about the way he cradles me close. How he presses kisses to my damp forehead, my face, and mouth.
