Page 143 of Ward Willing
“Yes, yes, yes!” she cries out, throwing her head back as she comes.
I don’t take my eyes off her, looking up between her legs.
Keeping one finger inside of her, I slowly thrust it into her to drag her orgasm on for as long as I can, and with every swipe of my fingertip against her G-spot, she quivers. She’ssofucking sensitive, and I love every second of watching her unravel like this.
Without giving her a chance to protest, I throw her left leg over my shoulder and angle her hips higher.
“Give me one more,” I command.
“Wait—no—I can’t.”
“Give. Me. One. More,” I grit out.
“Liam—” She gasps when my tongue hits her clit again, rocking her hips and pushing against my head as if she’s trying to get away from me.
“You’re so cute when you squirm like that,” I mutter, using my free hand to hold her hips down so that she can’t move away from me.
“Oh god,” she whines as I insert a second finger again. “It’s too much…”
I don’t give her a chance to argue any further, lapping up her juices with enthusiasm, curling my fingers just so, moving them in and out of her with enough force to make the table creak.
In this moment, I’m glad I’ve been chopping so much wood lately and working my arm muscles so vigorously.
“Liam—”
Zoe’s voice cracks as her cunt begins to feather around my fingers, and when I look up, I see her eyes roll into the back of her head.
The sounds she’s making are so fucking hot—a mix of moaning, crying, and whimpering. I don’t slow down this time—don’t give her a chance to recover before inserting the third finger and making her scream my name ten more times.
She comes a third time, her back arching as her arousal trickles down her bare thigh. I lap it up with my tongue, using the rough pad of my thumb to gently graze over her, giving her numerous aftershocks. When I remove her leg from my shoulder and lean back on my heels, she’s watching me with mascara-stained cheeks and blotchy, red skin.
For a second, the panic that I went too far eclipses everything, and my brows furrow as I run a hand along her thigh.
“Give me a color,” I ask gently.
She smirks. “Green.”
I smile as I stand, but before I can help her up, she scoots off the table and lowers herself to her knees.
“You don’t have to?—”
“It’s been a month, and I want it to last longer than two minutes, okay?” she snarks.
I huff a laugh and reach a hand to the back of my neck, letting my arm hang there as she undoes my belt buckle and pulls the zipper down. My cock springs free when she pulls my boxers down, and I let out a low growl when her tongue flicks against the tip, now dripping with precum.
“Still a brat, I see,” I tell her, my voice affectionate as I run my hands through her dark hair. She looks up at me as she opens her mouth, and if I could immortalize one image, it would be this—Zoe, on her knees, with her mouth full of my cock. I move my hips forward so she takes me into her mouth fully, but she beats me to it—taking me all the way to the back of her throat. I hiss with pleasure. “So eager for my cock,” I mutter.
She brings her hands to my shaft, fisting it as she works her mouth around the head, and my whole body convulses as she pulls me deep inside of her mouth again, gagging this time.
I expect her to stop, but she—quite literally—sucks the soul out of me with each suck, each swallow of her throat, each slide of her hands. I start to mutter incoherent words as I watch her, tears tracking down her cheeks as she works me closer.
“Oh fuck, Zoe. You’re such a good girl. I’m close…” I curl my hand around her hair, pulling her mouth onto my cock and thrusting into her throat. “Tap my thigh three times if it’s too much,” I rasp, unable to stop moving, chasing my climax like it’s the next hit of the most potent drug on the market.
I continue fucking her mouth, and a few seconds later, a hard and fast orgasm slams into me. My cock hardens inside of her, and as my knees buckle, I groan. She swallows with each jet of hot cum that slides down her throat, and the sensation of her mouth squeezing around my shaft causes me to buck my hips erratically.
It extends my orgasm, causing my whole body to tense. When she’s done, she audibly swallows and stands up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
I grab her arm, pulling her into my body as I kiss her—wanting to savor the evidence of her dedication. She groans when my tongue swirls against the taste of my own cum, and I swear, the sound of her being aroused has me at half-mast again.
