Page 184 of Before You Fell

“Go on, then, Wills,” I say, my mouth curving. “Show me what you’ve got.”

She moves on top of me and takes what she wants. No hesitation. Her hips rolling forward in a slow dirty grind, finding the pressure she needs and working it. Her pussy slides down over my cock with a slick heat that pulls a groan out of me so raw it scrapes my throat on the way out.

She moans. Not for me. For herself. That low, unguarded sound of a woman who has stopped giving a shit about anything except how good this feels. And that right there is what makes my hands grip her hips hard enough to bruise.

She is using my cock. Taking exactly what she needs from it. Grinding in a rhythm that is entirely hers. Her pussy grips me on every stroke, wet, tight and perfect, and I am lying beneath her like a man who has lost every piece of authority he thought he had and cannot find it in himself to give a shit.

Her tits bounce with every snap of her hips.

I cup them both, rough and greedy, thumbs working her nipples until she moans louder and the sensation of her on my cock makes my eyes want to roll back and get lost in the pleasure of her.

“Fuck,” I grit out. “Do that again.”

She does it again. This filthy, perfect little vixen grinds down hard, watching as I close my eyes.

I sit up fast. One arm locks around her waist, pulling her chest flush against mine. My mouth is at her ear as my hips drive up hard to meet every drop of hers.

“You think you’re in charge here? Riding my cock like it belongs to you?”

“Doesn’t it?” she breathes.

Fuck me.

“Yeah.” My hips snap up harder. “It does. Every inch of it.” I grip her ass with both hands, fingers digging in, controlling the pace now, driving her down onto me deeper and harder. “And I’m going to fill this pussy so full of my cum that you feel me every time you move tomorrow.”

She moans so loudly it bounces off the walls.

The pressure at the base of my cock is building past the point of negotiation. The heat of her gripping me on every stroke is dragging me closer and closer to the edge I have been fighting since the second I slid into her without anything between us.

“Fuck, Willow,” I grit out against her throat. “I am not going to last much longer if you keep taking my cock like that.”

She rolls her hips deliberately, giving me an angle that makes me moan loudly, unguarded, and completely beyond my control.

“Then don’t,” she breathes.

I grip her hips and drive up hard, meeting every roll of hers, my cock buried deep. She moans and grinds down harder, chasing it, chasing me.

“Fuck,” I grit out. “Wills—”

“Don’t stop,” she breathes. “Don’t you dare stop.”

I thrust up harder. My hands grip her ass harder as I pull her down and drive up. The two of us find a rhythm that is filthy and desperate. Her moans get louder and less controlled as her hips move faster, grinding down on my cock with everything she has.

My balls draw up so tight it borders on pain.

“Fuck,” I groan. “Don’t you dare stop riding my cock, Wills. I’ll fucking lose my mind.”

She doesn’t. Instead, she keeps going until she comes first.

Hard, loud and shaking. Her pussy pulses around my cock in waves so intense I feel every single one of them as her whole body shudders above me.

And then I follow her.

The orgasm builds from somewhere so deep it has no name, rolling up through me. My cock pulses once, hard, and I groan low against her throat.

“Fuck,” I grit out. “I’m going to fill you, Wills.”

Another pulse.