I Have Lived and I Have Loved - Willow Winters Page 0,262

I stay perfectly still. She can help me. She wants to help me, and I desperately need it. I need her.

My fingers dig into the mattress, and I have to close my eyes as her hands slowly slide up my shirt.

“You’re the only one I’ve let touch me,” I tell her in a soft voice.

It was years ago, back when giving her everything was all I had left.

“It would have been different,” I start to say, but my voice gets choked. The anger starts to rise, and my blood heats. I close my eyes, breathing out slowly.

It’s not her fault, I tell myself. I knew what I was doing when I set her free. But knowing how it all played out… I can’t help but feel animosity.

“Punish me, Jay,” I hear her soft plea and it forces my eyes open. “Please,” she begs me.

I hate how weak she sounds in this moment. I don’t want that for her, and I quickly silence her before she can do it again. I crash my lips against hers, spearing my fingers through her hair and parting her lips to deepen the kiss. She obeys me instantly, arching her neck and digging her fingers into my thigh. Letting me know she’s not going to move them.

I don’t mind her being weak for me. But not when it’s tinged with guilt.

She moans into my mouth, and my dick instantly hardens. I rock it into her, needing to feel something. A voice hisses in the back of my head, mine, as I break the heated kiss and catch my quickened breath.

“Punish me, Jay,” Robin begs me in a whisper laced with desire. Her eyes are still closed as she waits for my answer.

“Would it make you feel better?” I ask her as I press my chest against hers and slowly let go of her wrists. “If I took it out on you?” I whisper the question, feeling the heat between our bodies mingle with our breath. I slide my fingers along her collarbone and then to the thin silk strap of her nightgown. I don’t stop, my touch forcing the strap down her shoulder, letting it fall and exposing her left breast.

My cock is impossibly hard as I stare down at her gorgeous skin, trailing my finger over every inch and watching with bated breath as goosebumps follow my path.

Her pale rosy nipples are already hard as I reach down and pinch one with my forefinger and thumb, pulling back slightly and making her head fall back. A moan slips through her lips, and it forces precum to leak from my cock.

I’ve wanted her for so long, I know I have, but the anger has kept me from reaching out to her, from touching her. I harbor so much resentment for the day she left that I’ve feared this moment just as much as I’ve desired it.

“Jay,” she whimpers my name as she shudders, and it’s my breaking point. The last restraint I have snaps. I tear the nightgown off her body. The fabric comes apart with a loud rip, accompanied by her gasp.

She wants me to punish her. I will.

She wants me to have her. I’ll take every piece of her and leave her with nothing. Nothing without me from this day forward.

I shove my hand between her thighs and her panties are already soaking wet. She writhes under me as I nip her neck and work my hand over her panty-covered cunt, pressing my palm to her swollen nub and ruthlessly forcing her first orgasm from her.

She doesn’t expect the first release; it comes quickly and rocks through her body. As the ripples leave her lying limp, I tear through the thin lace and spread her legs for me. I kick off my jeans and boxers and stroke my thick cock just once.

I don’t even hesitate. I’m not gentle; I don’t give her a chance to acclimate. I thrust into her, slamming my hips to hers and taking her in one swift motion.

Her back bows and she screams out, but I’m quick to press my chest and lips to hers. It calms her as I pull nearly all the way out, feeling her opening at the tip of my cock and then shoving myself all the way back in. She’s already wet and hot for me, making it that much easier for me to fuck her so ruthlessly.

I pound into her over and over again, feeling her tight walls spasm around my cock. Each