been able to make her do it. My dick was hard enough to give a pneumatic nailer a run for its money on driving nails.
I laid my head on her thigh as I brought her back down to reality with soft strokes and gentle kisses. I smiled. She’d turned to me. Before the need for pain got too bad. Before the darkness in her mind dragged her away from me.
We were making progress. Good progress. And in a fucking short amount of time. Somehow we’d both been able to scale the other’s walls.
“Mmgh.”
I chuckled. “That good, huh?” I pulled my fingers from her body. They were coated with her juice. I slipped them between my lips. Licked them clean. Best fucking flavor in the world.
My dick twitched.
“What the hell did you do to me?” she asked from her position, still staring at the ceiling.
“Never heard of squirting or female ejaculations?”
She popped up on her elbows. Looked down the length of her body at me. “No way.” She shook her head. Her eyes were wide.
I snorted. Raised up so she could see my chest. “I beg to differ, cupcake.” Two splashes had hit my chest and dripped down my body. I considered them a badge of fucking ownership.
Her cheeks blazed red. “Oh gosh, that’s so gr—”
“‘Great’ better be the word about to come out of your mouth.” I glared at her. Shrugged. “You swallow when I shoot my load. This is no different.”
Her lips quirked. “Except mine’s not full of swimmers.” She chuckled.
I laughed, the motion vibrated deep in my belly. My cock jumped. “Touché, cupcake.”
Her mouth dropped open as her cheeks got redder. She hung her head against her chest.
Running my hand up her legs, I petted her. “Hey. Don’t be embarrassed. Nothing to be ashamed of. At all.”
She shook her head. “It just seems really…dirty.” She peeked up at me from beneath her lashes.
I stood up, let her see the tent of my pants. “Does my body think yours is dirty?”
Her cheeks paled slightly. She looked up at me, her eyes wide. “Is that all for me, Mr. Penn?” she said with a smile.
“Unless you wanted me to give it to someone else, yeah.”
Her eyes narrowed and a growl filtered from her throat. “Try it and I’ll kill her. I swear I will.” She jackknifed into a seated position, attacked my button and zipper. She glared up at me. “Mine. All mine.” She leaned forward, bit my abdomen below my belly button.
My dick twitched again. I felt another bead of precum pearl up before soaking into the cloth of my boxer briefs. Her jealousy and possessiveness were fucking hot.
She slid my pants and underwear down to my feet. Slapped my legs to tell me to step out of them. As I stepped back, she stood up. Her hand on my cock like it was the handle of her favorite briefcase.
I groaned as she reflexively tightened and relaxed her hand. “I’m not sharing it with anyone but you, Willow.” I took her mouth in a savage kiss.
Her growl turned into a purr as I fisted my hand in her hair. Tightened my fingers. She lived on the knife’s edge between pain and pleasure. Lucky for her, I’d been a long-time inhabitant of the same space.
I lifted her up with a hand under her ass. She wrapped her legs around my waist as her tongue met mine thrust for thrust. Again, the fleeting thought that I was glad I didn’t have to kill anyone else for tasting her floated through my mind.
Not that I wouldn’t do it. Because I would. No other man living would know her taste. Hear the sounds of her moans. Feel the heat of her body. She was mine. And I refused to share a single instance of her with anyone else.
I backed her up until my thighs met the mattress. I tipped us down, careful to keep from crushing her under me. She clung to me like a monkey as I caught myself on hands and knees.
Another rumbling groan shook my chest. I brought my knees up, rested her ass on the tops. I pulled back from her mouth. A small sacrifice for what I was about to do.
The naked, dripping heat of her body called to me like a siren’s song. My dick was aching so much I swore I could feel the burn of it in my jaw. I lined up at her entrance. Teased myself with her opening.
Teased both of us. Her body