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“Fuck,” I cry out again and again because my pleasure isn’t lessening. It’s a long steady stream of orgasms, and the only thing I can do is ride it out.
Joaquin’s face twists up into an agonized, almost anguished expression of pleasure-pain. He smacks my clit while fucking me so hard more liquid rushes from my body. It’s everywhere, and if it wasn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced, I might have been embarrassed.
“Babe,” he says with a smile. “So fucking hot.” He does it again and again, and I feel so good I almost ache with it.
And then the pleasure increases and overwhelms me completely, a limp mass of slick skin and a drenched pussy while Joaquin keeps fucking me. I watch him, so hot in the face of imminent pleasure.
His last few strokes are a thing of beauty, and he grabs my hips as he thrusts deeper. I feel him filling me up with his pleasure, pulling one last powerful orgasm out of me.
I’m not sure how long I lay across the counter crying, but Joaquin scoops me in his arms, and the next thing I know, we’re in bed, and his body is beneath mine.
We’re sweaty and breathing hard, and even still, my pussy is pulsing for more. A small smile spreads across my face slowly, but as I look down at the sexy man under me, it grows into a full bright smile.
“You do care about me, huh?” I still can’t believe it, and I need to hear it again.
His hands grip my ass, and I can feel his still-hard cock against my clit. “Fuck that, Willow. I don’t justcareabout you. That’s such a small word for how I feel about you. I fucking love you, girl. For real. You’re my ol’ lady, now. You get that, right?”
I nod, my heart so full I can barely push a breath out of my body. I nod slowly and press a kiss right over his racing heart. “I don’t know. I think you need to tell me. Again.”
He smiles up at me, one hand giving me a smack to the ass so hard I feel my body respond. “You want me, babe? Here I am.”
I hear what he’s saying, and he’s right. He gave me the words first, even though I loved him first, and it’s my turn. I take his cock in my hand and slowly sink down onto it with a low moan and a shiver. My pussy is still wet and sensitive, and I’m already close to coming again. My hips move in slow, sensual strokes, and our gazes never leave each other.
His hands stay on my hips, gripping me like he can’t let go and looking up at me like I’m everything to him. It’s an intoxicating feeling, and I ride his dick like I own it because I do. Because he’s mine.
“Joaquin,” I say. I stare down at him, my hips moving faster and faster but still, our gazes are locked together.
“I love you too. I was scared to tell you because I didn’t know how you felt, but I fucking love you. Completely.”
He flashes a sexy smile up at me and grips my hips, fucking me from the bottom. Our strokes, wild and frantic, meet each other over and over, and we fall apart together. It’s so fucking hot that I collapse on his chest. One flick of my tongue, and he’s hardening inside of me. “Can’t get enough of you, babe.”
I run my teeth over a nipple, and that hiss of pleasure makes me pulse around him. I place a soft kiss on his lips.
“Good, because I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough of you.”
Joaquin’s arms band around me, and he fucks me just like that, chest to chest, in slow, shallow strokes that lead to the longest, most prolonged orgasm of my whole fucking life.
My orgasm is so powerful I lose consciousness for a few seconds, and I realize that both in and out of bed, with Joaquin, I am in for the ride of my life.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Joaquin
My phone buzzes beside me and wakes me, but I don’t reach for it right away. I can’t, not when there’s a soft, warm woman in my arms smelling like sex and heaven.
This girl hit me like a ton of bricks, and I’m not sure how to move forward, but I do know that I want her constantly. All day. Every day.
Even now, with her asleep on my chest, her hand resting just inches from my dick, I want her.
I really hope I don’t fuck this up.
The phone buzzes again, and I reach for it. It has to be important. The screen flashes Ace’s name, and he wouldn’t call at three in the morning if it wasn’t really fucking important.
“Ace. What’s up?”
“It’s Dix,” he growls. “He hasn’t checked in at all. Been no contact for the past six hours.”
I ease my body away from Willow’s sleeping form and reach for my pants, but I don’t see them. “Shit. What do you need?”
