I pause in my attempts to get the offending jeans from her legs at the sight of her hot pink lace bra. My mouth waters and I feel the tip of my cock strain against the elastic band holding my briefs up. Noticing my pause, she gives me a wink and reaches back. She unhooks the sinful garment and slowly moves the straps down her arms before letting it fall, freeing her full tits.
My fingers fumble with her jeans as whatever blood left in my brain drains straight to my cock. The button seems too small for my large fingers, and I let out a curse. I look down, breaking our connection, and attempt it again. She lets out a soft giggle and bats my hands away.
“Let me,” she hums.
I step back, and she moves to stand. Her heavy tits sway with each of her movements, and my mouth waters at the sight. Suddenly, I don’t give one shit about her pants; with those tits begging for my mouth, it takes a herculean effort to keep my feet planted in place. Her hands come up and have the button open before I can decide which one of her tits needs my mouth the most.
Probably the right one. It’s closer. No, now the left one is. Fuck.
She bends and takes her magnificent chest away from my perusal. I hear her laugh when I groan my complaint and adjust my cock before dropping my hand and holding them both next to my body, my fists clenching as I mentally tell myself that I need to calm the hell down.
I drop my head and roll it on my shoulders as I try to ease some of the tension I’m feeling right now. I’m just seconds—no, less than that—away from coming out of my skin. My control is gone, and the ability to slow down and make sure this is good for Willow is quickly evaporating. At this rate, I’m starting to wonder if I’ll even be able to slow my need for her down when the only layer keeping my cock caged is removed. The barbaric demands flowing through my veins are making me feel more animalistic in my primal instincts.
And then the choice is out of my hands. Completely and utterly gone.
My head snaps up when her hands slide into the waistband at my hips and push down. My cock, wet at the tip with a drop of pre-cum, springs forward and almost takes her eye out with its eagerness. Then those lips are wrapping around my thickness and the wet heat of her mouth is burning a trail down my shaft. Her brown eyes look up and meet my shocked gaze and the lust-filled enjoyment in them makes me groan. One hand comes up to circle my cock just below her lips and the other comes up to lift my heavy balls. The combined touch of her hands with the wet suction created by her mouth is making my knees weak.
I brush away the hair that falls next to her cheek and hold it against the side of her head as it bobs in my hold. When her teeth lightly scrape against me, I almost grab her head and start to fuck her mouth with vigor.
“Willow. Stop,” I order her with thick authority in my voice.
She lets my cock fall from her mouth with a loud pop before she licks her lips.
“Get up, baby.” She gives my cock a look of longing before standing at my command in front of me. She shields her body from my appraisal—something that she hasn’t done in weeks—and I know it was because of the harshness of my order for her to get up. “Don’t do that. I’m not mad. I didn’t make you stop because I didn’t like it. I had to make you stop or I was going to lose control, and I need to be inside you when I come.”
Her hands drop, and she gives me the view I want. Stepping closer, I bring my hands to her cheeks and tip her head up. She holds my stare, and I’m rewarded when the uneasiness there just seconds ago disappears. “I love when you suck my cock, baby, fucking love it. You’re so good that I almost come the second you take me in this talented mouth. But right now, it’s time for me to finally make love to you, and I don’t want that to be over anytime soon.”
My erection presses into her stomach when I pull her body to mine and take her mouth in a deep kiss meant to devour. I spend my time deepening each swipe of my tongue until she lifts her leg and hooks it around my hip. I dig my fingers in and hold her to my body up as she tries to shift her hips to ease the ache building between her legs.
Breaking our kiss, I drop to my knees and press against her until she’s sitting on the mattress. “Lean back and let me eat, Willow.” I don’t wait for her to obey. Instead, I grab each thigh and throw them over my shoulders. My mouth opens and I suck in, hollow my cheeks, and lick the wetness from her cunt. I eat her loudly, and when I feel her running down my chin, I start pulling away. Not to stop—oh, fuck no, not while the sweet taste of her is running down my face. I move slightly so I can adjust my hold on her hips and pull her voraciously against my mouth. Letting her fuck my face with each thrust of her hips, I ride wave upon wave when her climax bursts free. The legs caging my head tighten, and I look up through a haze of ecstasy and watch her come undone.