Page 144 of Ward Willing
“I need to be inside of you,” I whisper against her mouth.
“Then do it,” she retorts, her inflection sassy.
I growl as I lift her up, walking her backward until her body is pressed against the front door. She’s fully naked, and I’m still dressed, but I enjoy how erotic it feels to be the only one clothed. I press her against the smooth wood, enjoying how she’s watching me with arousal written all over her expression. That look alone has me hard again.
Lining my cock up with her weeping core, I push into her in one smooth motion.
Fuck, she’s always so tight.
Really fucking tight.
“Yes,” Zoe whimpers, rolling her hips. “More, please.”
I smile as I kiss her, my lips more punishing than gentle, as I pull out and snap my hips forward roughly.
“Oh fuck,” she whimpers.
I continue the movements—slowly pulling out before shifting my hips in and up, fucking her into the door, making it groan with the exertion. One of Zoe’s hands comes to the back of my neck, squeezing. I groan as the sensation skitters down my spine and straight to my cock, causing me to fuck her harder.
“More,” she says, voice hoarse.
“Such a greedy girl,” I mutter, leaning down to nibble on the flesh at the base of her neck. “I fucking love it. But do you know what I love more?”
Zoe cries out when I bite down on her flesh, her cunt ripples around my cock, and my eyes roll into the back of my head.
She feels so fucking good.
Well, fuck.
I’m not going to last long now.
“What?” she asks, her voice breaking on the word as I pound into her.
“When you beg.”
She rolls her hips then, taking meallthe way in, moving on top of my cock as she clasps her arms around my neck to give herself something to hold on to.
“Please fuck me harder. I promise you won’t break me.”
I wince at her choice of words, thinking about her wrist, but Zoe takes her hands and places them on either side of my face.
“Please,” she whispers.
“You asked for it,” I growl, placing one of my hands against the door as I move my hips back and snap them forward with such force that Zoe moves up the door a few inches.
“Yes,” she moans.
My balls draw up as my cock thickens, and she must feel it because her head drops back against the door and her eyes flutter closed.
“Look at me,” I tell her, rolling my hips into her with reckless abandon.
Her eyes pop open as her pussy clenches around me, milking me with each wave of her climax. A low, heady groan leaves her throat, but her eyes don’t leave mine. Her expression is almost unsure as she rides out her orgasm, shaking in my arms as her cunt continues to squeeze me. My free hand comes to one of her breasts, and as I cup it, her pussy squeezes me—hard.
So.
Fucking.
Responsive.
