“Ask and you shall receive.” A sweet kiss is placed against my lips, but it vanishes as quickly as it arrives. But I’m not disappointed, because Willa’s lips pass over my nose, dampen my forehead with her breath, and then dip down along my jawline to my neck. Her teeth nipping every few inches on their journey, I wiggle around restlessly, unable to contain the pleasure.
“Jesus Christ,” I cry out when her teeth latch onto my left nipple. “Harder!” I shout, needing more than the tip of her tongue teasing at the bud.
Sleight of hand, Willa’s mouth occupies me so I don’t notice her fingertips twisting in my chest hair until it’s too late. With a sharp yank, I grunt in pain. A few hairs snap off from the force.
Pre-cum drips out the tip of my dick to dampen my belly, and if he likes it, I decide I must as well. “I liked that.” Breathlessly gasping for air, I press my chest into her palm. “Do it again.”
Leaning forward, Willa whispers against my lips. “It’s about the element of surprise, Royce-baby.”
Neck arching, I release, “Demon spawn from Hell!” when my nuts get twisted. Delicate skin fisted in her palm, it only lasted a split-second, but the pain was unbearable. “Yell surprise next time before you do that,” I turn surly.
The burning pain slowly recedes, spreading to other parts of my body. In its wake is an intense, tingly sensation. I can even feel the movement of air caressing my balls, I’m that sensitive.
Turning boneless, eyelashes fluttering, the only part of my body at attention is my dick. Voice thick, I slur, “I’ve missed you and your depraved ways, Willamina.” Completely relaxed, I melt into the mattress. “I think I needed that.”
Willa hovers over me, but I don’t have the energy to take over just yet. I tilt my chin, silently begging for a kiss. “Mmm…” I moan. Parting my lips, my tongue darts out to mingle with hers. We take our time, leisurely kissing. No harshness. All soft and welcoming. The texture of taste buds scouring my lips, the inside of my cheek, then the roof of my mouth is a surprising stimulant.
Feeling adventurous since I already had my balls squished, my fingertips venture up Willa’s supple inner thigh as we kiss. Hiking up her skirt, I skate my fingers along the seat of her panties, dipping in when I find a bunch in the elastic.
Willa whimpers against my lips as I tug the seat of her panties to the side, exposing her damp heat. Opening her mouth wider on a moan, my tongue darts in at the same time my fingertip traces along her slit, slowly parting her nether lips.
Returning the favor, I tug sharply at the girly hair between her thighs, and Willa has a similar reaction. Pressing into my palm, she grinds her pussy against my fingertips. “More,” she moans. “Harder.”
The sound of her voice combined with her sneaky hand headed toward my dick, has me barking out, “Don’t touch it!” I breathe through the need to come, praying that the wash on my belly is only pre-cum and not the real deal.
Impatient, I focus all of my energy in divesting Willa of her panties. Ripping the fabric off her ass, I toss it, not caring where it lands.
“Gimme those lips,” I rasp, not sure which set I’m begging to touch. Willa takes away my indecision by kissing me roughly and pressing my palm between her legs. The woman never had any shame when it came to taking what she wanted. “You’re so damn hot deep inside.”
Flipping around with amazing speed, or maybe it’s because my sluggish, lust-filled mind can’t keep up, Willa rotates and lands on top of me. Stunned, all I can do is stare at the fuzzy pussy inches from my chin.
“Well, we’ve never done this before,” I murmur in surprise, cock totally down for it. Gripping the firm globes of Willa’s perfect ass, I spread her nether lips with my fingertips, revealing the delicious pink core. I’m eagerly diving in with a groan before Willa can even fasten her lips around my cock.
Stimulation overload, I never thought pleasure could hurt. It’s too much, too soon. The intoxicating scent and taste of Willa combined with the sensation of my cock rubbing against the roof of her mouth and her wicked tongue flicking the tip, I’m unable to concentrate on what I’m doing because I’m a heartbeat away from emptying my sack down Willa’s throat.
“Tell me I’m the best you’ve ever had.” Willa demands in a husky voice that’s dripping with the need for validation. Her mouth is no longer wrapped around my dick. She’s pressing her face into the crook where my thigh meets my groin. Her words vibrate against my nutsack. Desperate, “Tell me. Lie to me if you have to.”
Head popping up, I try to look at Willa, but her ass is in the way. “I’ll never lie to you,” I vow. “I’m not comparing you to Annie. Ever. Especially not today.” Thumbs parting her pussy hair, my tongue darts in to lave her button. Circling her clit with the flat of my tongue, Willa wiggles around on my chest. “It wasn’t the same, being married to Annie, because you’re not Annie and Annie’s not you. There is no comparison.”
Distracting her, because I can practically scent Willa’s hurt flavoring the air, my tongue glides from her clit to asshole in one long swipe. Then I stab her pussy nice and deep a few times, getting her wetter and wetter with my saliva.
“But if you’re concerned about sex…” I lean up a bit, wrapping my lips around her clit, and then I suck as hard as I can. Willa’s grunt of surprise is payment enough. “Ninety percent of anything we’ve ever done, was the first time I’ve ever done it. Including this position right now, Willa. So never feel insecure. Okay?”
“Okay,” Willa whispers, and I can’t stand how unsure of herself she sounds.
“Succubus?” I slap her ass firmly, getting off on how the flesh jiggles. “Where did my confident succubus go? Hmm?” Hands gliding down the sides of her spine, I rub her back, her hips, and decide I prefer her ass. “You’re not Annie’s replacement, Willamina. That thought has never crossed my mind. You’re you, and I don’t expect you to be anything else. I fell in love with you, bad diction, stubbornness, flaws and all.”
“I speak proper English now,” Willa grumbles, but I can hear the smile in her voice. I must have done or said something right, but hell if I know what, because she starts nuzzling at my dick with the tip of her nose.
Deciding it’s funny and not tarnishing Annie’s memory, I let Willa on to a little secret. “You were right about the drunken blowjobs. Remember?”
“Holy shit.” Willa whips around to look at me with huge blue eyes. “I was right? I was just taking a stab in the dark with that one.”
Chuckling underneath my breath, I say more than I should. “The only time oral was on the menu was if I could get two bottles of wine into Annie, and sometimes that was still a no-go. This is my first sixty-nine–” and I wish it wasn’t being interrupted, I mentally add. “She liked slow and steady. The only position was missionary, with her legs flat on the mattress and her hands on my shoulders.” I feel like I’m betraying Annie’s memory, but I can’t stop the words from tumbling out of my mouth. “I loved Annie. She was my best friend. My wife. Brennan’s momma. But there was no spark in the bedroom, and we both knew it. It wasn’t important to her, so I pretended it didn’t matter to me.”
Willa’s sad eyes are bleeding I’m so sorry.
“Since the day I met you, no matter how depraved it was, being around you was like being lit up by a livewire. I knew I was going to be consumed, but I couldn’t wait to catch on fire.”
Back arching off the mattress, this time I know I said the right thing. Willa swallows my dick whole– to the root. Another first for me. “Jesus Christ, woman. You better git to riding my face before I blow my load.”
Pussy hair tickling at my chin, my succubus is back. Completely shameless, Willa grinds against my lips as she works my shaft with the expertise of a well-seasoned whore. I feel the need to drop down to my knees and pray to God for gifting this creature to me.
Dick throbbing for release, it gives a few warning spurts of pre-cum. Understanding my body as well as I do, Willa slips off my dick with a loud slurp. Chuckling, I go
back to my feast between her legs, tongue-fucking the hell out of her pussy.
Balls captured in the warmth of Willa’s mouth, “Yeah, you do that,” I encourage breathlessly. Bending at the knee, I can’t stop my thighs from spreading as far as they will go while seesawing back and forth in pleasure. Thrusting my hips up and down to get Willa’s tongue to drag over my sack, my dick bounces on my belly.
Lost to the pleasure, it’s too late before I’m barking, “Willa, don’t!”
Drunk on lust and power, Willa’s voice is slurred. “You licked me there. Fair’s fair.”
“Don’t,” I warn firmly. “I’m scarred down there.” Nails biting into Willa’s thighs, of course she ignores me. “Please stop,” I beg of her.
“Royce, yes.” Willa uses her momma voice on me. “Every inch of your body belongs to me, and that bastard is not going to haunt you anymore. I’m going to take the hurt away and leave an impression of me on your skin.”
Eyes slipping shut, I clench my lids, unable to stop Willa, even when I tell her no. Counting backward, I try not to conjure all those who came before Willa– an endless stream of doctors and nurses stitching me up, cleaning my wounds, and every humiliation imaginable. But before them came Sean, leaving scars after ruining me with his body and with my granddaddy’s truncheon.
It’s just Willa. It’s just Willa. It’s just Willa. I repeat as I try to ignore the insistent tongue flicking along my taint, not quite having the balls to venture to my scars. Fists clenched, I relax into it. I was so far gone I hadn’t realized Willa was slowly stroking my cock in time with the flick of her tongue.
Tears dampening my sideburns, I give in, knowing to hold back is to prolong this agony. Tilting my hips, I spread my legs farther apart to give Willa more space to work with. Taking my acquiescence as permission, her tongue dips into me.
Teeth gritted, fists clenched, I try to concentrate on the small things: the warmth of the saliva trailing down my crack. The way Willa’s breasts sway against my torso with her movements, pebbled nipples etching at my skin. The soothing rhythm of her tongue swirling in a pattern along my scar tissue.
“Willa!” I shriek when her fingertip goes where it shouldn’t.
“Shh… relax,” she coaxes. “I’ll never hurt you. You know that. You’re just afraid.”
“I’m not afraid,” I mutter petulantly, and Willa laughs against my skin.
Ignoring all sensation, my mind goes on repeat again. It’s just Willa. It’s just Willa. Sean is dead because Corbin is your hero. Wait! What? I didn’t mean that. It’s just Willa. It’s just Willa. Jesus Christ, I do owe that bastard a thank you, for at least giving me Wynn. Definitely for giving me Willa. Okay, for saving my life. It’s just Willa.
“Royce? You’re thinking so loud I can hear you,” Willa breaks into my insane ramblings. “How are we doing here? We good?”
“Huh?” I grunt, then I realize why she’s asking as sensation slowly filters back in. My body freezes, thinking it should freak out, but it’s too late. Willa already has two fingers shoved deep inside my ass, and she’s slowly but surely stroking me like she’s coaxing a kitten.
“How scarred am I?” spills out before I can stop it, curiosity getting the better of me.
“No clue.” Willa’s fingers wiggle around experimentally. It feels odd, but not bad. My flesh burns but it feels full in a good way. My skin gets all shivery the more she moves her fingertips. “I’ve never done this before, so I don’t have another asshole to gauge it against.” Snickering loudly. “C’mon, old man. Even you gotta see the humor in that.”
“Ha-ha,” I mock-laugh, but then it warps into a sound of true amusement. “Okay, pretty sure you’ve cured me of the fear of my own asshole.”
I have no idea what possesses me, but I reach down to grip my balls. Groaning, I decide I rather like that, especially mixed with whatever the hell she’s got going on down there and her tiny hand fisting my cock. Randomly squeezing my sack, I wait Willa out. Tipping my chin forward, I try to reach the sweet pussy in my line of sight, but it’s just out of reach. A drip of arousal hanging off her girly hair has me whimpering in need.
“I think…” Willa’s breathless. “You’re really, really soft– and fucking hot,” she mutters wryly. “Like a goddamned furnace. But a few ridges near the outside aren’t soft, so I guess those are your scars. I can see some on the outside where you were stitched up, and I kinda like how they felt underneath my tongue.”
Gripping my balls tighter, I might not have liked how they felt under her tongue, but I like that she liked it. “Dr. Feelgood? You about finished down there?”
“Yeah, okay.” Shifting, her knee bumps me in the side. “We should do this again sometime.”
Grunting deep from my chest, my, “Definitely not,” is cut off when Willa rotates her fingers as she pulls out. Gripping my balls even tighter, I close my eyes and pray, “Whatever the hell that was, please make sure Willa didn’t notice.”
But it’s Willa, so of course she fucking noticed.
My stomach muscles lock up on the second pass. By the third pass, I’m biting my lip to contain a moan. Shivering, my entire body lights on fire. My dick feels so full I fear it will burst. By the tenth pass, I can’t come on her hand. A man has got to have some pride.
“Oh, God,” I breathe through the need as I yank her fingers from my body. With speed I didn’t know I possessed, I’m picking Willa up and tossing her ass at the foot of the bed. “It’s high-time you learned what doggie-style really is, little girl.”
My dick is lined up and sheathed deep inside Willa’s body in an instant. Willa’s keen warping into a grunt is the most satisfying sound I’ve ever heard. Knees levered on the edge of the bed, hands gripping tightly at Willa’s waist, I pound her into the mattress.
With every thrust in she grunts sharply, with every thrust out she moans deeply, and in between she has to relearn how to breathe. Willa’s fingertips are twisting into the quilt as she tries to hang on during the onslaught.
Headboard pounding against the wall, my teeth are chattering with the force. “Oh. My. Fucking. God.” Willa’s words vibrate with our movements, sounding like she’s humming into a fan. I reduce my woman to a begging, pleading wanton creature, and it makes me feel like a goddamned man. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop! I’m so close! Don’t stop!”
I stop.
“You’re Satan.” Willa’s awed voice reaches my ears as I roll her over onto her back and crawl between her thighs. “Pure evil. I was having a good time.”
Chuckling, I slide into her slowly, luxuriating in the silky feel of her body surrounding mine. “Fucking is fun, but I’m not going to cum inside you like that– at least not tonight.” Propped up on my elbows, I brush the hair off her forehead with my fingertips. “I’m warning you that I’m gonna last like three thrusts, but I wanted to do it face-to-face at least.”
Lips curling sweetly at the corners, I expect something girly, something romantic to flow from Willa’s mouth. “My clit is vibrating and my pussy feels different inside, like when I come I’m gonna die.”
Unable to stop myself, I roll my eyes in response.
Flexing my thighs, we moan together. Flexing my thighs again, I add some hip action to the mix, and it feels even better. Not one to sit back and be ridden, Willa wraps her legs around my waist, anchoring her heels into my ass. Then the claws come out– fingernails forcing me to thrust deeper. Harder.
“That’s three,” I grunt through gritted teeth. “I lasted longer than I thought.” Eyes glittering with silent laughter, Willa and I reach a height together like never before.
Willa chooses the oddest time to finally tell me. Voice thick with emotion, tears dotting her flushed cheeks, “I love you, Royce. I love you so much it scares me.”
There’s no doubt in my mind she truly means it. I never had to hear her say the words because I just felt it to my core. It’s like, the sky is blue, the grass is green, I love Willa and she loves me.
&nbs
p; Good God, I’m the romantic in the relationship.
Fully connected in all ways, we both let go with wild abandon, and I’m terrified the kids can hear us two stories down below, outside the house, and all the way into their tents.
Panty Party Pantry
“S’up, boss man?” Warren calls to me as I lurk around the old pharmacy, which is now his domain as the shop. “It’s been a good first day, eh?”
“Yeah.” My head nods up and down, mulling over how surprised I am. “Penny’s been busy in the Welcome Center. A lot of people came pouring in to sign up for different classes. She’s also taking suggestions.”
Crouched next to a five-gallon bucket, Warren beams up at me with pride. “I think it’s the mascot.” I wait, having no idea what he’s talking about, while he places a few tools in the bucket. “Copper, dummy. Everyone’s coming in to see my beautiful boy.”
“Yep. Right you are, War. Right you are.” Chuckling, my eyes dart about, looking for someone. “It has nothing to do with getting a proper education to tackle life.”
Light skin blushing bright pink, Warren’s blue eyes practically glow with happiness. “Copper is manning the suggestion box. Nobody can resist a chubby baby, so we’re getting loads of suggestions.”
“Ah!” Feeling warm inside my heart. “Yeah, the little guy nabbed me too– suave feller ya got there. I almost filled out a card. You’ll be beating the girls off with a stick. So… what’s on your agenda for the afternoon?”
“Well.” Warren blows out a deep breath, wiping a hand across his brow. “Since I showed Kade how to change his oil, and only Hayden took to the instruction, I figured a lot of townsfolk don’t know squat about auto maintenance– something about higher education pushing basic skills from your brain.”
A loud snort ricochets around the shop. “Asshole,” Kade says as he strides in. “You’re a piss-poor teacher.”
Warren and I share a loaded look. Kade. God love him. He is dumber than a box of rocks until you beat the knowledge into his head. Repeatedly. With the instruction manual. But once he learns something, he never forgets.
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