Page 142 of Treacherous
Quickly, I wrap my hands around her hips and flip her onto her stomach. I gather her hair in my hand, yanking her back so she is on all fours.
Willow’s perfect ass on display for me, I run my palm down Willow’s lower back and her ass cheek.
Goosebumps form in the wake of my touch, Willow wiggles her hips as if there is nothing she wants more than to be fucked like my whore. I lick my lips. Her ass is going to look beautiful with an imprint of my hand.
Usually, I ask if my partner likes to be spanked or if they are willing to try, but Willow is different. And I’ve been imagining her at my mercy for too long. The slap cracks through the room, Willow’s back arching in response.
“What the fuck, Jayden?” Willow’s words are glazed with anger, yet a moan follows them.
“I will spank your pretty little ass every time you call me that stupid nickname. You’ll have my mark on you, and every time you sit down, you will think ofme.”
Willow’s breath hitches.
“You like the sound of that, Sweetheart?”
“N–No,”
I click my tongue. “No more lying either.” I run my hand over her red ass. She shivers. “Turn over,”
She listens, returning to her original position. She lies on her back, with her legs spread.
“Did you like me spanking you?” I grit. If Willow says, no a second time, I won’t do it again. Consent is a non-negotiable with the way I like to fuck.
Willow’s throat bobs, her exhale rough. “Yes, I–I liked it,”
I nod before climbing onto the bed and kneeling between Willow’s thighs. I lean closer to pussy, before hooking her legs over my shoulders. My breath hits her clit, and she jerks.
I flick my eyes up, meeting her heated stare. For minutes, we are stuck in this position–unmoving and unwavering desire consuming us.
“Fuck it,” Willow moans. “Please, Jayden.”
I don’t waste another second, dragging my tongue down her slit at a tortuously slow speed. I moan as Willow’s taste hits my tongue, her hips jolt in response.
Fuck. I’m eating out the one girl I swore I would never get involved with. And yet, as I lick my lips that are coated in her taste, I couldn’t give a single fuck.
My tongue continues to trace her bare mound, working down to her labia. I purposely avoid her clit, wanting to prolong this moment for as long as possible.
Needing to feel her body, I move my hands to her hips, gripping them tightly. Willow’s breathy moans travel to my dick, so to ignore the twitching in my pants, I dip my tongue into her entrance.
“Fucking hell, Jayden.”
Willow grinds her cunt against my face, chasing her climax. I replace my tongue with two fingers, thrusting them inside her without warning. She moans and clenches around them.
Fuck me.
Willow’s pussy feels like heaven–warm, tight, and wet. Or maybe it’s hell? Either way, it feels fantastic around me. My dick strains, giving me no hope that I won’t be able to stop myself from coming in my pants.
“Fuck Willow. Your cunt is taking me so well,” I groan.
I circle her swollen clit with my tongue and curve my fingers inside her in search of her g-spot. I tear my gaze from her pussy, looking up to her face. Willow is pinching her nipples, staring directly at me.
Shit. No longer able to distract my mind, my cock jerks in my pants, painting my boxers with my cum. Did that really just happen?
I can’t dwell on it any longer because Willow’s voice snaps me out of my trance.
“Oh, fuck. Jayden, I’m going to–”
I’m mesmerised, watching her body tighten. From her shoulders to her legs that locked around my head. They tremble as I add one more finger inside her, continuing to target her clit with my tongue.
