Page 21 of Wicked William

We have to talk. I know we have to talk. First. Before we do anything else. We’re adults. We need to act like it. Right?

When the door finally opens, I leap up to greet William, throwing myself into his arms. “You’re here,” I breathe, nuzzling my face into the crook of his neck. His woodsy scent envelops me, grounding me in the moment.

He pulls back, cupping my face in his large hands. “I’m here, baby.” His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with lust. “We need to talk.”

“Yes.”

“And I’m ready to finish what we started.”

I grin up at him, desire burning through my veins. “Fuck, yeah.”

He growls, low and deep, and crashes his lips to mine.

William lifts me onto the table, scattering the tea mugs aside. They crash to the floor, shards of porcelain skittering across the floor. I don’t give a damn about the mess. All I care about is William’s mouth on mine, his hands roaming over my body.

He tears at my dress, seams ripping until I’m bare before him. My panties are still in his pocket. The chilly air raises goosebumps on my skin, my nipples so hard. William ducks his head, taking one into his mouth and sucking.

I cry out, tangling my hands in his hair and grinding against the bulge in his trousers. He’s fully clothed while I’m naked and exposed, again, and fuck, it’s so deliciously debauched.

“Please,” I whimper. I’m so empty, so needy for him. “William, I need you inside me.”

He releases my nipple with a wet pop, eyes glowing with feral hunger. “Patience, little one.” His fingers dance down my stomach, not quite touching where I need him most. “You’ll get my cock when I decide you’re ready for it.”

I whine in protest, but he silences me with a bruising kiss. His fingers slip through my folds, spreading my wetness before circling my clit. I jolt at the contact, pleasure sparking through me.

“So wet for me still,” he growls. “My needy baby girl.” He slides two fingers into my cunt and crooks them, pressing right where I need it.

Again.

Stars burst behind my eyes as he finger-fucks me. I’m suspended on the edge of bliss, waiting for the moment he pushes me over. I rock my hips, fucking myself on his fingers. “Please, Daddy. I’m so close.”

He curls his fingers again, and I cry out as my orgasm crashes over me. William works me through the aftershocks, only withdrawing his fingers when I’m trembling and oversensitive.

I pant, gazing up at him through half-lidded eyes. He licks his fingers clean, the sight so obscene I nearly come undone all over again.

“Delicious,” he rasps.

He undoes his belt and trousers, freeing his erection. I whimper at the sight of it, thick and flushed and leaking for me.

I shake my head to clear my thoughts from this haze of passion. “Talk. We were supposed to talk.”

“We can multitask. Talk.”

I can hardly think. What did I want to talk about? “I’m on birth control,” I blurt out.

William stills. “Is that so?” His eyes narrow, something unreadable in their depths. “I haven’t been with a woman since we moved to Tempest last summer.”

“Oh.” I don’t know how to respond to that admission. The knowledge thrills me, that I’m the first in so long to share his bed. To experience this side of him he keeps so carefully contained.

I reach for him, guiding his cock to my entrance. “Then take me, Daddy. Make me yours again.”

He pushes inside in one smooth stroke, stretching and filling me so perfectly I could cry. I’m home, anchored here in his arms.

With nothing between us.

William begins to move, slow and deep. “Talk, baby.”

“It’s been longer than that for me,” I admit, kissing along his jaw.

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