Page 62 of The Fangirl and the Playboy

Whatever will be, will be, right? I refuse to let a possibly undesirable outcome ruin what I have right now.

Which is Willow Bardin, asleep in my bed, curled into my side while the softest, cutest little snores roll out of her. I can’t help but smile and tighten my arm around her. Turning my head, I press the lightest of kisses against her forehead.

I could get used to this.

Willow’s even breathing stutters, cutting off mid-snore, and she stretches against me with a quiet moan. I tighten my grip around her, and she stills for a second before lifting her head to look down at me.

“Good morning,” I say, looking back at her through slitted eyes.

“Did I wake you?” she asks.

“No, I’ve been up for a while, just listening to you snore.”

Her eyes widen, and her mouth falls open before she snaps it shut. A chuckle rumbles from my chest, and she narrows her gaze before pinching my nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

“Ido notsnore.”

“Okay, fine,” I shout, pulling her fingers away from my poor, abused nipple with a laugh. “You don’t snore.”

“Why do you sound like you’re patronizing me?” she asks through tight lips as she tries not to smile.

“I wouldn’t dream of doing that,” I deadpan, and she inhales sharply before climbing over me, straddling my hips.

The warmth of her center settles over my erection, sending it from half-mast-morning-wood to full-blown raging hard-on in a split second. Willow’s eyes widen as she feels me swell beneath her, then her expression turns mischievous as she wriggles her hips.

My hands clamp onto her hips, pulling her down as I roll mine, rubbing the ridge of my cock along her slit until the tip nudges her clit.

“Oh,” she gasps, all playfulness vanishing as her cheeks fill with color.

Leaning forward to brace her palms against my shoulders, her bare breasts brush against my chest as she rocks her hips. Her flesh grows slick with need, the heat between us intensifying as little moans and gasps ring from her lips. I use the grip I still have on her hips to lift her slightly, and she reaches between us to lift my cock, lining it up with her entrance before pushing down, impaling herself on it.

“You feel so good,” she whispers as she starts to move.

“You’re fucking perfect,” I murmur back, releasing one hip and trailing my fingers up to the back of her head.

Gripping her hair, I pull her head to the side and latch onto the sensitive skin beneath her ear, sucking gently. A ripple of pleasure flows through her, ending in her core. Her inner walls clench around my cock, making me groan.

She’s all sultry grace as she rides me slowly, neither of us in any hurry to find our release. We have all day. If I had my way, we’d haveforever.

Wrapping my arms around her back, I roll her beneath me without breaking our slow steady rhythm. I push myself up onto straight arms and roll my hips, sinking into her heat and nudging that secret spot deep inside her.

“Oh, God,” Willow breathes, lifting her hips slightly to meet each thrust.

Her gasps and moans accelerate, and I can tell she’s getting close. I pick up the pace, driving into her with a little more force, and she nods erratically like that was exactly what she needed.

“More,” she grunts, confirming it.

“Tell me,” I groan back, trying to hold my own release at bay as my balls tighten. “Tell me what you need, baby.”

“Harder. Faster,” she pants, her fingernails raking down my back.

I tighten my abs and piston my hips, giving her what she needs. All I want is to fulfill her in every way––mentally, emotionally, and physically. I want to be what she needs when she needs it, and right now she needs a good, hard fucking.

I’m slamming into her, and she’s crying out on every exhale. Unintelligible words pour from her lips until she screams in surrender, her core clenching down on my cock before a wave of moisture drowns it like molten lava.

It’s too much, and I lose my grip on my own control. A roar blasts from my lips as I come, but I keep moving, drawing out her orgasm as long as I can. When neither of us have any more to give, I slow to a stop.

My arms give out, and I collapse on top of Willow, but when I move to roll over so I don’t crush her, her arms slam around me, holding me in place. I burrow my face into the crook between her neck and shoulder, pressing soft kisses to the spot.

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