I’m not ready for this evening to end. I never will be. So once we’re home—fuck I like the sound of that—I suggest we have a drink. I take her into the lounge, which is a dark, luxurious room with touches of gold. It’s not really my thing, but it’s impressive and if Willow thinks this house is home, then it’s home for me. We sit with glasses of whiskey that neither of us drinks, and continue talking.
The special editions she’d stock, the paperbacks. The way she’d lay out the shelves and the books she’d choose—apparently photos of people on covers are utterly cringe. I had no idea. She’s midway through telling me about the fantasy series that she’d have hardback copies of, and how the romance will have a special section all its own, when she stops, almost mid-sentence.
She gets up and comes over to me, her expression unsure.
I swirl the whiskey in my glass and look up at her. “What are you doing, little bunny?”
“I was thinking,” she says, not quite bridging the gap between us. She looks reluctant and I nearly stop her, but instead wait as she decides, trying not to let it show how much I want her close. “I’m scared, but…”
“There’s nothing to be scared of when we’re together. I’ll protect you against everything.” This change of topic is confusing.
“Everything except you. I want…” She tails off, still so sweet and vulnerable and innocent and unsure.
“Tell me,” I command, drawing the word slowly.
“Something like what you did for me in the woods, but I’d do it for you.”
That steals my breath. Another hot, intense kiss? Her fingers around my cock? Her big eyes watching my face and her body pressed to mine, her hand between us as she makes me come.
Fuuuuccckkk so hot, even in my imagination.
“Are you going to chase me, little bunny?” I tease instead of pushing, but make space for her to stand between my feet. “Because the wolf can run away from the bunny, but that’s not usually how the game is played.”
That makes her smile, and my heart flip-flops. She’s cute and sexy. Her dark hair tumbles over her shoulders and that slinky white dress. My god, I can’t believe she was getting married only a few hours ago. The idea of anyone else touching her is enough to make jealous rage boil under my skin.
She runs her hand down my chest, over my shirt and as she leans in, I hold my breath. Is she going to initiate a first?
But do I not get a kiss? That’s my thought as she slides to her knees before me. Yeah, this beautiful girl on her knees and reaching for my belt, and I wish I had her on my lap and her lips on mine.
But then, we agreed firsts but no repeats, and perhaps she thinks that means she doesn’t have to kiss me again.
Fuck. I’d give anything for her to want to kiss me.
And in the time that it takes for her hands to get to my waist, my cock has fully hardened, stretching the fabric covering it, and showing as a long outline.
“That’s it,” I encourage her as she fumbles with my belt, then groan as the underside of her hand brushes the sensitive tip. I’m already on edge, even before the zip sounds a loud rasp and there’s the rustle of her tugging just enough for my cock to spring up from my boxer briefs. She blinks, looking at my erection.
“It’s…” Her dark-green eyes are bright as she glances up at me. “Beautiful.”
“It’s all yours,” I tell her gruffly.
She leans forward and cautiously covers the head with her mouth. I groan, because fuck, there is nothing as arousing as watching this girl. My cock twitches, and she gasps as it touches her lip.
She looks up at me. “It’s hotter than I expected.”
“You thought I’d be cold?” I quirk an eyebrow at her. Her curiosity is a delight, even as my balls tighten with the need to have her now.
“They call it a trouser snake,” she shoots back, and I grin.
“Does that make you a snake charmer?”
Her brows pucker and for a moment I’m sure she’s going to confess that this is the first time she’s done this. “Will you show me how to make it good for you?”
It is her first then. Warmth spreads in my chest. “If that’s what you want. But it will be everything I want however you do it.”
“Even like this?” she teases, brushing her bared teeth over where I’m most sensitive and I grab her hair to stop her going further.
“I’d take it from you.” Any pain, any pleasure. “But I bet you’ll make me come harder if you cover your teeth and suck me.”
She seems to consider this, lightly kissing the tip where a bead of pre-come has formed, and licking her lips, looking up at me from beneath her long fan of eyelashes and a groan tears from my throat.
Then she does as I said, stretching her lips and pushing the crown of my cock into her mouth.
We let out dual moans as I hit the limit.
“Fuck that feels so good, Willow.” I urge her head to a better angle. “Now take me deeper.”
Those pretty green eyes watch me as she adjusts, and obeys.
“Like that. Perfect.” And yeah, the pleasure is enough to make my blood pressure cardiac arrest-worthy, but I don’t really mean that. I mean the way she gazes at me as though I’m the one who is giving her a gift.
“You look so hot with your lips around my cock. You’re taking it like such a good girl.” I stroke my hand down her hair as she eases into a rhythm, and when she purrs it sends pleasure vibrating through me, I do it again. “I love—” I catch myself before I repeat my feelings. Once is enough for now. “Your hair. It’s beautiful.”
I caress her head, encouraging her with a brief tightening in the silk of her hair, and fuck, the feeling of her hot wet mouth on me is ecstasy.
“You can use your hand on the part that you can’t fit—oh fuck.” She immediately takes that as a challenge as well as an instruction and pushes my cock further into her throat, and I nearly explode that second. Then her hand pumps at my base, gathering the mixture of pre-come and spit that has pooled there and my muscles turn into cooked noodles. Except for my hands, which are now both fisted in her hair, encouraging her.
She’s obviously never done this before. She’s sloppy, and uncertain, but I’m responding as though I’m as inexperienced as she is. I can’t help the shudders as she grips my thigh and begins to suck me fully.
She’s going to torture me. There was me thinking I’d die in a mafia shootout, but no. I’ll be killed by how it feels to have her mouth on me.
“You’re so good at this,” I tell her, my voice gravelly.
She hums in approval at my praise. She likes that, huh?
“You look amazing. The way your mouth is stretched on my cock? Willow, you have perfect lips.”
I’m helpless for her. Even as I guide her with my hand in her hair, encouraging her faster, it’s me who is in her power. If she asked, I’d beg. I’d get onto my knees and plead with her to stay. To let me inside her tight, sweet pussy and let me breed her. Ask her to be my wife.
And yeah, to suck me until I spill in her mouth.
Tingles go up and down my spine.
“You’re going to destroy me, little bunny. Do you want me to come in your mouth? Give you the whole big load to taste? To swallow it all and fill your belly?”
Her response is to speed up and a groan tears from my chest.
My hips are lifting in time with her every movement now, fucking up into her mouth as I pull her head down. It’s too much for an innocent girl, but I can’t not. She unleashes something wild in me.
She shifts slightly, and I see her thighs press together.
“Do you like my dick in your mouth?” I ask, and she whines in response. “Is it making you wet?”
Another noise that I know means “yes”, and I shove her hand off my thigh. “Touch yourself,” I order abruptly. “Make yourself come.”
She hesitates.
“Now,” I snap. I can’t take this much longer, and I have to have her with me.
Her loss of focus and pace as she scrabbles to lift her dress is a good thing, because it gives me some respite. Something to think about that isn’t how her hot, wet mouth is heaven like I’ve never experienced before. Then her fingers slip into her knickers and her gaze lifts to my face again, and I’m absolutely lost.
“Is your little pink cunt all wet for me?” I growl. “I bet your clit is swollen and needy.”
She whines in agreement and her hand on my cock slows as she loses concentration. That allows me to regather my thoughts, and really see her again. My pretty girl begins to shake as she rubs herself.
“I can’t wait to spread your legs and eat you like my personal feast and have you come all over my face. I’m going to savour everything I take from you.” My voice is husky with need, and I stare at her, enjoying this moment, even if I can’t see her pussy as I’d like. “You’ll beg for it. You’ll get on your knees, as you are now, and plead with me to do it all again, because you’ll be so addicted to the feel of my cock inside you.”
It’s her throat on my cock that first reveals that she’s coming. She stills, unable to do anything but ride her orgasm, and moan.
“Good girl,” I tell her, and it defies logic, but just knowing she’s found her pleasure pushes me over, despite the lack of stimulation. My balls pull up and seed jets into her mouth. It’s a full-body experience, and I tighten my grip on her hair as much to hold onto the spinning world as to keep her on me.
“It’s yours, little bunny.” I spurt more and more, filling her mouth. “Take it all.”
It’s white-hot sparks.
And it’s intense for her too. She’s shuddering and wrecked, her eyes closed, holding my cock like it’s her anchor in a storm. She pants and a bit of come drips from the corner of her lips.
“Swallow,” I growl.
Her throat bobs as she lifts her head and gazes into my eyes. The savage satisfaction that she’s drinking my come is a bolt through me as good as the pulses of the orgasm. Then she licks her lips, and I swear her smile could light the whole of London. She looks proud of herself, and she has every right to be.
“Good girl, good girl.” I grab her under the armpits and pull her up onto my lap.
And I nearly kiss her, ducking my head, then stopping at the last second.
I want to. I stare at her mouth for the space of two breaths before I press her to me instead, wrapping my arms around her.
She turns her head so our cheeks touch, hers so soft against mine.
“You did so well,” I whisper into her ear and stroke her hair. “You’re incredible. A perfect first time.”
I expect the praise to bring her closer, but at the word first—a reminder of our bargain—she breathes in as though bracing herself, and sits back. Then, avoiding looking into my face, she climbs off my lap.
“Steady,” I say as she wobbles and her mouth sets in a mulish line.
She shakes out the skirt of her long dress and regards me, from beneath her lashes like a wary forest creature reminded of its cage. “Will you release me once we have sex?”
No.
“You seem to be forgetting some firsts you’ve promised me,” I drawl. I’m going to be an uncompromising bastard about this, but I don’t give a fuck. She’s never leaving. “Have you screamed my name as I ate your pussy?”
That widens her eyes. She didn’t realise I meant that sort of first, too.
“No.”
“What about your arse?” I lounge back in the chair, deliberately obscene with my cock jutting out of my trousers, albeit gradually softening. It’s shiny with her saliva. “Have I plugged it and then fucked your pussy and played with your clit until you grip my cock so hard as you come you milk my balls dry?”
Her cheeks tinge pink. “No.”
“What about the first time I’ve sprayed come all over your breasts? Have you given me that first yet?”
“No.” The word is breathy.
“What about your face? Have I covered that with come? Or fucked you from behind with your pert little bottom in the air? I haven’t pushed you over my desk and filled you with my cock. I haven’t tied your hands and feet together and gagged you, then screwed you while you’re my helpless toy.”
She gasps and licks her lips. They’re plump and rosy from me fucking her mouth.
“I haven’t chased you through the forest and held you down and fucked you as you beg for mercy, making you come over and over. I haven’t pushed you to your knees and shoved my massive cock into your throat, making your eyes water. And if you think that you’ll get away without sitting on my face, me holding your arse, you playing with your tits as I force you to orgasm when you believe you can’t take more pleasure, when you say that one more will break you, you’re so very, very wrong.”
The subtle press of her legs together even as she doesn’t reply makes me smirk. Such a demure little whore. She’ll be the perfect wife.
“You should have known that this was not going to be one quick fumble in the dark, on your back, where you could think of England. Every first time I have from you will be depraved and leave you boneless with pleasure.”
With slow deliberation, I recover my cock then rise to my feet.
“We can get started on all that as soon as you want, little bunny. Or we can do things my way.”
“Your way?” She blinks nervously.
I catch her small hand in mine. “Yes.”
