Page 172 of Before You Fell

“Fuck.” My head drops back for a second before I force it back down because I am not missing a single second of this. Not one. “Your fucking mouth, Wills.”

She takes more of me—her tongue pressing along the underside of my cock. The sensation moves through me like a current, hot and relentless, causing my cock to throb against her tongue.

“Open wider,” I say. “I want to feel the back of your throat.”

She obeys and I feed myself into her mouth slowly, inch by inch, watching every second. Her mouth stretches around my cock, her tongue working beneath me, and when I slide in deeper her eyes water just slightly and my control cracks straight down the center.

“Jesus,” I grit out. “That fucking mouth.”

I have had women on their knees for me more times than I can count. Groupies in dressing rooms, hotels, and tour buses, chicks with glossy lips. All of them are eager to make a story out of me. I let them because it was easy and because nothing mattered.

Sometimes I closed my eyes and imagined the mouth was Willow’s. And even then, it never felt right. Because it was never her.

“That’s it,” I grit out. “Fuck, just like that. Take it all.”

Willow takes me deeper and when I graze the back of her throat she gags softly around me.

My eyes close for half a second before I force them open again.

I pull back slowly. The tip of my cock rests against her lips. She looks up at me with those dark eyes and her mouth parted. I have never in my life wanted anything the way I want her right now.

A string of saliva stretches between her lips and my cock.

“Fuck,” I breathe. “Look at that.”

I push back into her mouth. Her lips close around me, warm and tight, and she sucks as I slide deeper, working me with a focus that makes my thighs shake.

“Do you know how fucking sexy you look right now? Your mouth around my cock, eyes watering, looking up at me like that.” My thumb strokes her cheek. “Best thing I have ever seen in my life.”

I pull back, feeling every inch of her mouth dragging over me, then push forward again, deeper this time, and her moan vibrates around my cock and my hand tightens in her hair involuntarily.

“You are so fucking good,” I grit out, watching myself glide between her lips. “Your mouth is everything I imagined.”

She sucks harder on the next pull back and my hips jerk forward before I can stop them. She takes it. Takes me.

“Christ,” I say, staring down at her. “I want to fuck your face.”

She pulls back just enough to breathe, her lips swollen. “Do it.”

“Willow.”

She holds my gaze and there is only want in her eyes.

I grip her hair firmly. “Tap my thigh if it’s too much. I mean it.”

She nods once before she opens her mouth for me again.

Fuck, this woman.

I guide myself between her lips, slow at first, the wet heat of her mouth closing around me, and my jaw locks at the sensation. Her mouth takes my cock, tight and perfect, as I push deeper.

Then I start to move.

The first thrust is controlled. The drag of her mouth around my cock is so good that my thighs shake with the effort of holding back.

The second is deeper. Her throat tightens around the tip and my whole body shudders.

The third lets out a muffled sound from her throat that completely unravels the last polite thought in my head.