Knocking Boots - Willow Winters Page 0,62

and I’m desperate to readjust it, but I can’t move my hand away from her pussy.

“Anything for you,” I tell her in an even, sincere tone. How it’s not strained, I don’t know.

“Mmm,” she moans softly, closing her eyes as I push my fingers deep inside of her. I push them in and out, loving her warmth and the way she greedily rocks her hips, wanting more. I turn to look over my shoulder once more, just to make sure we’re alone.

When I look back at her, her eyes are on me, her head lazily resting against the wall. Her body sways as I pump faster, brushing against her sensitive bundle of nerves each time, making her breathing come faster as she loses her composure.

“I think it would be unbelievable for us to break up right after the wedding,” I whisper into her ear, taking her off guard. I’m not a fucking idiot. That has to be what’s going through her worried mind. I need to convince her to stay… just a little longer. I don’t know if I’ll ever get my fill of her, but I’m not going to let her walk away the second she has a chance.

She moans, her eyes going half-lidded. I know she can hear me.

I grind the palm of my hand against her clit. “You should stay with me a little longer.” Her breathing comes in frantically as I pick up the pace. She’s close, so close. I’m not letting her get off until she agrees though.

Her neck lolls to the side, her cheek pressed against the cold wall as I slip my fingers into her hot pussy and stroke that bundle of nerves. Her eyes pop open, and she covers her mouth with her hand.

“Tell me you’ll come by the bar and keep up appearances.” I don’t know how I get the words out as I work her pussy.

Her head whips back and slams against the wall. “Yes,” she calls out as softly as she can, given her current state, and I almost think it’s from getting off, but she’s not there yet. I pause my movements and she turns her head to look at me, her hands moving to my wrist with a desperate look on her face.

“Yes, what?” I ask her.

She swallows thickly and answers in a whisper, “I’ll stay with you-”

I cut her off with a demanding kiss before she says anything else and pump my fingers into her pussy. My palm goes flat against her clit, still over her panties that are pushed to the side. I’m ruthless and rough as she clings to me. She looks paralyzed as her mouth opens and closes and she desperately tries not to cry out.

The moment she comes, her body goes still, tensing as her pussy tightens and her breath hitches. I kiss her neck, still stroking my fingers against her front wall to make her pleasure last. It’s only when her body finally sags against the wall that I pull my fingers out of her.

I let her dress fall around her trembling thighs, but I’m not done with her. I didn’t intend to fuck her just yet, but the sight of her coming undone from my touch is making me go crazy.

I need her just as much as she needs me.

“I’m gonna fuck you, and you’re going to be quiet.” I stare into her eyes, willing her to agree. Her eyes dart to the entrance behind us as she licks her lips and her legs scissor. I know this turns her on just as much as it does me. She holds my gaze and then nods, her lips turning up into a devilish smile.

“A quickie?” she asks and it makes me laugh, low and rough.

“If that’s what you want to call it,” I tell her, reaching for my back pocket out of instinct.

It’s only then that I realize I don’t have a condom.

For a second, a split second, the idea of knocking her up comes to mind. Pretending it’s an accident. She says she can’t get pregnant, but fuck that, I can at least try my damnedest.

The thought of her swollen with my baby and tied to me only makes my dick harder. I don’t break eye contact as I unzip my pants and shove them down to fall around my ankles.

“Turn around,” I give her the command and she doesn’t object, still lost in the pleasure I gave her. I hike her dress up, letting my fingers trail along her