Page 42 of 500 First Editions (The Romantics #3)

I fucking grinned against her cunt. “There’s my dirty girl. I know you have it in you, Wills. Come on. I won’t make you beg for long. And then I’ll make you feel so fucking good.”

Her fingers dug into my scalp like that would be enough.

“I have so many plans to make your body feel good. For us to feel good,” I said as I kissed the crease of her thigh. “I know exactly where I’ll start. I know exactly how I want to fuck you. All you have to do is ask.”

Willow nearly crumbled as I devoured her sex, but I grabbed her hips and pinned her to the countertop. I glanced up and caught a glimpse of her glassy gaze as she fought to hold on to her final bastions of resistance.

“I can do this all day, Wills,” I murmured between licking each line and crease of her cunt. “I will keep you pinned against this counter all fucking day and never let you come. I promise you, there’s no way I’ll get bored. You just let me know when you’re ready to come.”

“I need to come,” she cried out, chest heaving between labored breaths.

I wanted those perfect breasts in my mouth. I wanted to feel their weight in my hands. I wanted to watch her squirm as I toyed with her pretty little nipples.

“Beg,” I said.

“Ryan—”

“Beg.”

“Please,” she gasped.

“ More ,” I snapped.

“Please!” she screamed in utter desperation. “Stop being the good guy you are, and fuck me like the bad boy you were supposed to be.”

I snapped. Willow slumped in defeat as I jumped to my feet and threw her over my shoulder. A grunt escaped when the air was knocked from her lungs as she went ass-up over my shoulder.

In two strides, I was at the kitchen table. With one swipe of my arm, placemats, books, and Bev’s junk mail scattered across the floor. I up-ended Willow onto the table, laid her on her back, yanked her ass to the edge and pushed her legs as wide as they would go.

I stepped back and studied her as I shucked off my boxers and fisted my cock. “You are everything I imagined you’d be. Every fucking thing.”

“Hurry,” she whispered.

I stood between her legs and traced her clit with the head of my cock to keep her on edge. “Tell me how you want to be fucked.”

“Right now,” she growled.

I chuckled. “Now, now. Be patient. You begged so prettily for me. I’d love to hear it again.” Up and down, side-to-side, I teased her clit with my cock. “But unless you want to be on your knees, pleading for my cock, I’d suggest you tell me how you’d like me to fill your pussy.”

My cock jumped as I palmed her breast and rolled my thumb over her nipple. “Are you going to touch yourself while I get a condom out of my bag, or do you want to be fucked with nothing between us?” I knew she was on birth control. I watched her take it every day, but that decision was hers.

“Bare. Now,” she snapped as her back arched toward me as I teased her tits. “I haven’t had sex in—like—a really long time. And I was tested after the last time.”

“Good girl,” I said as I leaned over her and kissed down her sternum, stomach, and across her pelvis.

Willow rocked, trying to get my mouth back on her pussy, but I pinned her hips down to the table.

“Same for me.”

Her eyes flared with frustration. “Do you want me to call you a good boy or are you going to take what’s yours?”

My chest seized.

Had she just called herself mine?

“Call me whatever the hell you want as long as I get to call you mine,” I said as I scissored her entrance, opening her wide before slowly sliding two fingers inside of her. I crooked them like I was beckoning her closer.

“Ryan—”

“Mine?” I pressed.

Willow nodded. “Yours.”

I found the rough patch of nerves nestled against her inner walls that made her thrash desperately. “You know what I think?” I mused as I massaged her G-spot, feeling her wetness drenching my hand. “I bet I can make you squirt.”

Heavy breaths turned shoddy as she clawed at the smooth wood table. “I don’t want to make a?—”

“You’re going to be my good girl and make a mess all over this table. You’re going to show me how badly you’ve wanted my cock, aren’t you, Willow?”

She nodded. “Please, just fu?—”

I didn’t let her get the rest of the word out. I notched my cock in her entrance and thrust inside.

Willow’s breasts bounced with each jolt as I grabbed the backs of her knees and slammed my hips into her. I hitched her legs higher as I fucked her hard and fast.

She was soaked and ready for it, accepting each thrust and offering her screams for more in return.

I paused to breathe before I got too close, lost it, and unloaded inside of her. She felt so fucking good. The last two months with her had been anything but torture, except not having her in every way I wanted.

But now I had her. And I wasn’t letting her go.

“Yours,” she breathed, her features tightening as she focused on the way her body was clenching around my cock.

“Say it again.”

“Yours.” Her head rolled to the side as her eyes closed. “Yours. Yours. Yo?—”

I slammed into her cunt and held deep as I ground the base of my shaft against her clit, cutting off her words until she shattered.

My orgasm crested and crashed as Willow flooded my dick when she came.

My God, she was like no other .

She slumped against the table, staring aimlessly at the ceiling. I stayed buried inside of her as I hunched forward and braced my arms on either side of her head.

“How was that?” I asked as I dotted her shoulder with a kiss. “Worth waiting for?”

Her smile was lazy and sated. “Worth begging for.”

Slowly, I pulled out of her, then grabbed a damp paper towel from the kitchen. I knelt at the table’s edge and dutifully cleaned my release from between her legs.

I tossed the paper towel in the trash and slowly helped her sit up. Willow immediately rested against my chest and closed her eyes. I wrapped my arms around her, soaking in the closeness.

“You don’t have to beg me for anything,” I said as I kissed her temple. “You don’t even have to ask. Whatever you want from me, whatever you need. It’s a given. It’s just yours.”