Page 48 of The Fangirl and the Playboy

Meeting her gaze once more, I give her a sad smile. “I don’t have any condoms. I wasn’t expecting…this. Not yet, anyway. I’m sorry, Willow.”

“My purse,” she says, jerking her head toward the bedroom door. “I think I dropped it by the front door.”

“You brought condoms on our date?” I ask, staring at her with wonder.

She shrugs. “Unlike you, Iknewthis was happening tonight.”

“Oh, you think I’m that easy, huh?” I ask with a smirk.

“Apparently, I was right,” she sasses back with a smirk of her own.

God, I love you.

I don’t say the words aloud, for obvious reasons, but I think them so hard, I’m pretty sure she feels them by osmosis or some shit. Pecking my lips against hers one last time, I roll off the bed to land on my feet. Rushing into the living room, I see her bag by the front door. Grabbing it, I carry it back to the bedroom and hand it over.

While Willow pulls out a brand new box of condoms and tears into it, I push my boxer briefs down and step out of them. When I look back, she’s staring at me, frozen.

And when I sayme,I meanmy cock.

I look down at it, standing proudly at attention and pointing her direction the same way the needle on a compass points north. Reaching down, I grip the appendage and give it a stroke, and Willow audibly gulps.

Shaking her head, she bites the corner of a condom wrapper and tears it open, pulling out the slippery circle and holding it out toward me. I shake my head and move closer while continuing to stroke my erection.

“You do it,” I say, my voice deep and firm.

She scrambles into action, rolling onto her hands and knees and crawling toward me. There’s a tingle in my balls at the sight, and I release my cock like it’s burned me. I can’t come. Not yet.

I grit my teeth while Willow slowly––almost reverently––rolls the latex sheath over my erection. Then, with a loaded look, she spins around, remaining on all fours, and backs her ass up to the edge of the bed.

“Holy shit,” I breathe, so quiet, I’m sure she didn’t hear it.

Moving forward, I grip one hip firmly while brushing the fingers of my other hand over her drenched pussy. She groans when I push two fingers inside her, pumping them slowly to make sure she’s primed and ready for my cock.

Feeling how slick and hot she is nearly undoes me,again, but I hold it together long enough to line my cock up with her entrance. Taking a deep breath to center myself, I slam my hips forward, filling her with one quick, strong thrust.

“Gavin,” she yelps, and I freeze, but she rocks back and forth, urging me to move.

And move, I do.

I haven’t felt this wild and out of control since I was a teenager in the hormonal throes of puberty. I can’t steady my movements. I’ve waited too long for this, and she feels too good.

Gripping her hips with tight fingers, I slam into her again and again, racing toward my own release like some kind of wild animal. This isn’t what I planned. I wanted to treat her like a queen with slow, tender lovemaking.

But Willow set us on this path, and it’s too late to veer off it. I’m no longer in control of my baser instincts. The need to rail into her is too strong, and I’m powerless to resist.

Suddenly, Willow tenses with a shout, and before I can react, her inner walls clench down and a rush of hot liquid drowns my cock before spilling down her thighs.

The sight of her gushing for me is my undoing, and I roar my release as I slam forward, filling the condom while my cock jerks inside her. My calves cramp up, but the pain means nothing next to the all-consuming pleasure of my orgasm.

My cock slides free as Willow collapses onto her stomach, breathing hard like she just ran a marathon. A second later, she’s rolling over onto her back, looking up at me with a soft, well-satisfied smile.

I lean over to press a soft kiss to her swollen lips, and when I start to pull back, she cups my cheek with one hand, brushing her thumb over my cheekbone.

“Gavin Reese, that was definitely worth the wait.”

ChapterTwenty-Five

Willow

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