Page 99 of Ward Willing
I suck in a sharp breath and move up so that I’m hovering above her. I’d planned on feasting on her pussy, but after seeing that… I need to claim her in the only way I know how.
“What do I say to start a scene?” I ask, kissing her neck.
She groans, and I push her further back on the bed so that I’m on top of her.
“You don’t need to say anything. Just… start.”
“Fuck, Zoe,” I rasp. “You’re going to ruin me, aren’t you?”
“Maybe you should get a taste of your own medicine, Liam,” she whispers into my ear. “You know, since you ruined me that night in Catalina.”
I know I should hate that I was her first, but I don’t.
Not even a little bit.
I growl, sitting up. “Take your clothes off.”
She crawls up to her knees and slowly unbuttons her shirt, and the feral beast waiting to sink into her is a lot more impatient than me, because before I know it, I’m swiping at her shirt and tearing it down the front. Buttons go flying, and her eyes widen slightly before she lies down and removes her skirt and holster.
“If I haven’t told you before, you should know that your little body drives me crazy. Those high-waisted jeans, the garters, the fishnets… and when you were wearing that old band tee a few weeks ago…”
She smiles as her hands come to her breasts, and she begins to massage them. “Tit for tat, Liam. You’re always out back chopping wood and making me wish you’d throw me over your shoulder and have your way with me.”
I chuckle as I remove my shirt, and then I step off the bed to remove my pants. “You might regret saying that,” I tell her, my voice low. “Because I’m about to show you exactly what I would’ve done that night if I’d known you were a virgin.”
She cracks a smile. “If you knew, you would’ve stopped.”
I drop my boxers, and her eyes widen. “Do you realize why it was so irresponsible of me to fuck you against a wall with no foreplay?” I growl, stroking my cock from shaft to head.
“Your tattoos,” she breathes.
I sigh. “The first time you see my cock up close and that’s all you can pay attention to?” I ask, smiling.
Her eyes glaze over. “Trust me, Liam. It’s the size of an anaconda and quite hard to miss.” I climb on the bed and knock her knees apart as I chuckle. “I like them,” she says, her voice soft. She’s referring to the stars low on both hips, which are a product of emo music and too much tequila. “They remind me of?—”
“Shh,” I whisper, not wanting to talk about my tattoos right now. Licking my thumb, I reach down and gently brush it over her clit. She hisses.
“Hmm. I suspected you might be quite sensitive,” I tell her, bringing my hand to her mouth and pressing two fingers inside of her soft lips. “Suck.”
She moans as she sucks, her warm tongue swirling around my fingers before she pops me out.
A shiver wracks my body when I think of my cock inside of her mouth, between her teeth, down her throat…
“Very good,” I murmur, trailing my fingers down to her opening. “I learned a long time ago how to prepare a woman properly,” I add, slowly inserting one finger.
Zoe arches her back and inhales.Fuck, she’s tight.I add my second finger, trying to stretch her properly while fighting against the impatient part of me that wants to take her again.
“The first time I fucked someone, I was fifteen.” Her eyes go wide, and I laugh as I curl my fingers inside of her. The muscles in her stomach quiver as she grips me, and she sighs contentedly as I continue speaking. “Yes, I was young. I had no idea what I was doing, and let’s say I was the only one who came.”
“Learned a thing or two in your old age?” she asks, smirking.
I let my thumb swipe over her too-sensitive clit. “Careful, baby girl.”
She groans and her body twitches, and I focus on my two fingers as they prep her as much as I can.
“I soon learned that while spontaneous sex was fun, it never seemed to do anything for the other party,” I say, using her wetness to slick up a third finger. “So, I learned how to change that,” I growl, inserting a third finger and using it to swirl around her opening. My other two fingers find the soft, spongy part against her inner walls. Her legs start to shake, and I laugh. She’s so fucking responsive.
“You certainly know what you’re doing,” she gasps, trembling.
