Page 9 of How Good It Was (Excess All Areas 3)

Luke sucked on her lower lip, then bit it gently. “Has it been pleasant so far?”

Willow shook her head. “Most definitely not ... in a good way, obviously.”

“Do you need more evidence that it’s not you?”

Willow slipped her hand between them and gripped his dick firmly. “If I said yes?”

“Then it would be my duty to provide you with that evidence.”

“Then yes. I need more evidence, Luke. The kind you were going to show me before you got worried about me, which was spectacularly sweet.”

Luke huffed. “I’m not a sweet guy, Will.”

“I beg to differ. You took the time to get to know me. You showered. You asked me what I wanted and gave me outs.”

“I don’t know what kind of guys you’ve been hanging out with, but those things don’t make me sweet. That’s the bare minimum you should expect from any guy.”

“And yet ... I don’t want any guy. I want you. Please, Luke.”

He kissed her, firmly, then messily, until she was reaching for him, squirming on his lap with need.

“Where were we?” he asked, standing with her in his arms.

When he put her feet on the ground, she knelt back over the bed. “I think we were here.”

Her smile made him melt as he knelt down behind her, nudging her knees a little wider. He ran his hands down her back, his fingertips following either side of her spine, watching as her hips wiggled in anticipation.

He wrapped her hair around his hand and lowered his lips to her shoulder. “Ready?” he murmured.

“Yes.” The words came out on a gasp as he let his dick slide between her cheeks. Pulsing in anticipation, he lined his dick up with her entrance. “Oh, fuck,” he gasped, as he slid into her, working back and forth until he was seated deep inside her.

He ran his hands down her spine, over the cheeks of her arse. Opening her to him so he could watch his dick slide in and out of her.

“Luke,” she gasped.

He lowered his chest over hers, gripped both of her wrists above her head with one hand, and slid the other beneath her to stroke her clit. When her hips began to move, backing into him so she took him deep, he felt a tingle trickle down his spine. Placing his lips to her skin, he kissed a trail along her shoulder until he reached her mouth. It was difficult to keep pace and own her mouth at the same time, but somehow, they managed.

He wasn’t close enough, deep enough. He wanted to be further inside her, to possess her in that moment as they both chased their pending release. He covered her, crowded her, as her hands fought to get free of his grip, before her nails clawed at the bedding.

“Luke, I’m going to come ... again,” she gasped, moments before her body went rigid, short, punctuated breaths escaping her.

God, she squeezed him hard, torturously pushing him closer and closer to his own release.

His name falling from her lips had him gripping her hands tighter, allowing his hips to thrust hard against her, the steady slap of skin on skin teasing him.

He needed to come so badly his head pounded. The warmth of her, the scent of her, the way she drenched him. He couldn’t remember it ever feeling quite so ... yeah, he couldn’t find the words.

“You want this?” he grunted before sucking in a gulp of air.

“Yes,” she cried.

“You feel this? It’s because of you.” His balls tightened as he came. Hard. “Willow. Fuck.”

Stars spun in his peripheral vision as she squeezed around him a second time. He slowed his roll, savouring the feeling of her around him, as he stroked her arms and back.

Finally, he pulled out slowly, lifted Willow onto the bed, and removed the condom before lying down next to her. “Enough evidence, yet?” he asked.

Willow placed her hand on his cheek. “One data point isn’t a trend.”

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