Page 9 of Ward Willing
I’m too far gone to contemplate it, though I know I shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as I am. Being inside of her is the best thing I’ve ever felt. I’m distracted and selfish, and all I can think about is watching her come undone.Fuck the repercussions.I pull almost all the way out slowly, and when I drive into her, she releases a deep moan that has me on the verge of exploding inside of her. My hand skims her thigh as my thumb settles over her clit, and then I groan when she clenches around me.
“Yes,” she whispers, moving her hipsjust enoughto draw my balls up and ready to empty.
“Fuck, Zoe,” I say, my voice hoarse. “I’m not going to last.”
“I thought you were drunk,” she whispers, her nails digging into the back of my neck.
My whole body convulses with every one of her movements. “You feel too fucking good.”
I stop moving as my thumb circles her tight bud, and I use the opportunity to bend down and use my tongue to suck against the pulse point on her neck.
“Liam,” she whispers, scratching me as she throws her head back. “Fuck.”
Her cunt pulses once, and I know she’s close. Working my thumb quicker, I keep my cock still inside of her, not wanting this to end too early.
This is so fucked up.
“Come for me, Zoe.”
“Say please, Liam.”
For the second time, her vexation and downright audacity rile me up. I’m torn between stopping everything just to spite her bratty self, or to make her come so hard that she’s ruined for other men forever.
I decide on the latter.
“Please?” I murmur, pinching her clit. “I don’t think so. As a matter of fact, I think you’ll be the one sayingpleaseafter we’re through.”
I can make out her eyes widening in surprise at my heavy-handed tone before she explodes, panting and clenching around my cock with such force that I’m worried she’s going to push me out. Her legs squeeze my hips as her eyes roll back and her mouth drops open.
Yes. Fuck yes.
I don’t stop. I have a purpose now, and that’s to make her come again.
Pulling out, I lower her to the ground on shaky legs.
“But you…”
“Don’t worry about me,” I grit out.
It’s probably the least selfish thing I’ve done and said all night.
The room smells like sweat and sex and everything good, and when my eyes briefly wander over to the windows, I realize we’ve fogged them up.
Keeping her dress rucked up, I drop to my knees and pull her hips to my face. She lets out a breathy gasp.
“Liam, I’m sensitive?—”
I don’t listen. Instead, I hike one leg over my shoulder, use my hands as grips on the flesh of her hips, and bring her wet pussy to my mouth.
One swipe of my tongue and I know I’ll never taste something this sweet ever again. She tastes like sin and bad decisions, and I love every fucking thing about it.
“Fuck,” I grumble against her curls, licking and sucking, noting the metallic taste briefly before I get distracted. She shakes every time I get near her cunt. “You taste so fucking good, little rebel.”
Her nickname slips out and her legs tense.
I haven’t called her that since she was a kid.
Without giving her time to rethink any of this, I pull her clit between my lips and suck.
