I’d love to talk her through all this, but I’m incapable of doing anything but gorging on her. I alternate between holding her legs further apart and using my thumb to prepare her needy little hole.
There’s no compromise. I don’t say it aloud because I don’t need to. My message is already clear: I’m not fucking you, little bunny, until you’ve come.
And I’m not stopping licking her either. I’m insistent.
Then I want more. I shift so I can hold her pussy lips fully open with one hand, and plunge a finger into her tight passage. She bows and gasps at the intrusion.
I don’t apologise. I ram into her, rubbing upwards to where she’s sensitive, feeling for the right spot and listening to her whimpers. As soon as she’s given me enough space, I pull out and this time it’s two fingers, and I find the place that makes her cry out with only a few more strokes.
Willow sobbing is the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard, and she quivers beneath my mouth and on my fingers, getting moreand more wound up. And then I feel it before she vocalises her pleasure. She goes rigid, and her legs jerk.
She clenches around my fingers and the fierce, possessive pride in me is fire as she cries out in satisfaction. I kiss and lick her through it.
“So fucking perfect,” I mutter against her clit as I ease off.
My cock is thick and desperate to claim Willow’s virgin pussy, straining my trousers so hard I’m surprised it hasn’t ripped a seam open. I want her pregnant with my child as soon as possible.
I look up. Her cheeks are flushed, and her long hair is messy where she’s been thrashing around.
She looks thoroughly debauched. I smirk.
“Nowyou’re ready to be bred.”
19
WILLOW
You know when you leave a bar of chocolate in the sunshine, and it looks the same as it did before it was heated through, but when you touch it, it’s all melted and squidgy?
That’s me right now, and Zane is the sun.
I’m pretty sure I’ve been changed at a molecular level.
I’ve never felt anything as good as the white-hot pleasure from Zane licking me. He hasn’t stopped, either. As though he loves the taste, he’s running his tongue over my pussy lips, careful not to touch where I’m over sensitised.
But despite being liquid, I’m still desperate.
“Zane,” I plead, and tug on my tied hands. Being helpless like this is spiralling up my desire. I thought goading him to make me his would drive him wild, and it has, but it’s also brought out his stubborn streak. “I need you.”
His eyes are sharp on me, his face in dark shadows. “What do you need, little bunny?”
“You. Please.”
“Do you need me to fill you with my cock?” His hands go to his belt.
Impossibly, my clit twitches.
“Yes,” I breathe.
I get a glimpse of strained fabric as he stands and rips open his trousers. My mouth waters at the sight of his cock, jutting upwards, large and proud. He strokes the length, eyes going hazy as he looks down at my ruined, sluttish self, lying on his bed completely naked.
“Will you come on my cock like a good girl if I fuck you?”
My pussy clenches. Empty, so empty.
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to come deep inside you and plant my seed, so I give you a baby?” He raises one eyebrow.
