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Jack

Finishing her mug of tea, she turned towards the stairs, and reached behind, slowly unzipping her dress as she walked. By the time it fell, she was half-way up the stairs and out of sight. It took a moment for my brain to connect to my body.

The second it did, my feet flew, taking two steps at a time, past the discarded dress, using the bannister rails to speed up the process.

By the time I reached the bedroom, my head jerked to find my naked girl.

“Willow?” I checked the bathroom, the bed and the wardrobe frantically, but nothing. “ Willow .” Silence. “I swear to fucking god, get here right now,” I barked.

At last, a giggle. It came from above like a siren’s call.

I moved like a madman, slowing as I reached the top of the stairs.

Ahead of me, seated on the window bench under the circular stained glass window of the hallway, was Willow.

The street light outside glowed, creating a kaleidoscope of colours landing on her perfect skin.

Her head flopped back, one arm holding her body up, and the other between her open legs. Soft moans escaped her, and I zoned in on their activity beneath her black thong.

My erection pulsed under its tight constraints. Shifting it in my pants, I shivered at the touch, but Willow shook her head.

“Closer,” she instructed, and my body responded autonomously. “Stop.” I was less than a metre when her head flopped forward. “Get your cock out.”

“Bossy girl,” I mumbled, unzipping my fly and pulling my dick out, allowing a few pumps to release tension.

“No touching,” she tutted. I groaned, releasing my length begrudgingly, it bobbed angrily at her, but there was nothing I wouldn’t do for her. “Oof, that looks so sore, lamb,” she giggled.

“It’s Mr Lambert to you,” I bit out, watching her eyes flare as she looked up from my dick in defiance, her face cold.

“Fine.”

Lying back against the sill, she used both hands to her advantage. Her left dipped between her legs, then out until the fingers elegantly pointed to me .

“Suck.”

Jesus Christ . She would be the death of me. I leaned forward, taking her middle finger in my mouth, my eyes involuntarily rolling as I absorbed her decadent treat. She quickly returned them behind her thong. Her perfect toes still encased in her stilettos pressed against the lapels of my suit.

“Hold my legs open, Mr Lambert .”

I hated that. I was her lamb, and I craved it back.

I held each ankle, spreading her legs wide apart like they were my anchor.

Her right hand continued inside her pussy, and the left travelled further until the wet finger slipped to the ring between her luscious cheeks.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away. She groaned at the intrusion and my hands gripped her ankles so hard my fingers whitened.

Precum dripped from my cock onto the carpet, and I whined at the need for resistance.

“Please, baby. I need you,” I begged.

“Miss Thornton to you,” she moaned, fire behind her eyes as her hands increased in their rhythm.

No, no, no . I was her lamb. My walls crumbled and I was completely at her mercy.

Wet, sordid sounds sent me feral. Her legs stiffened, her face froze, and her entire body went rigid. A gush of liquid exploded from her, coating her thong and dripping onto the carpet. With a groan, she worked through her orgasm and all I could do was watch in awe.

Her body went limp, but her eyes were still heavy with need. Silence lay between us until she licked her lips, pulling her legs from my grasp and moving until she knelt before me.

“So angry, Mr Lambert,” she muttered.

Hot puffs of air breathed against my sensitive cock. Her little pink tongue popped out and licked from the base to the tip, scooping up my leaking precum. My eyes closed as my neck rolled with the fleeting contact.

“Willow, please. Please let me touch you.”

“I’m sorry, Mr Lambert, no.”

My dick was painful, her licks teasing.

“Then please , please touch me, I’m gonna die.”

“Oh, we can’t have that, Mr Lambert,” she feigned concern. Her mouth absorbed my length until I was pressing against the back of her throat, and she bobbed relentlessly. A garbled noise escaped me, and I braced myself against the wall.

“Willow, I-I need your pussy. Please, I’m begging you. We’ll play it however you want, just… let me have you.” I sobbed until she popped off me, standing .

Suddenly I snapped, hauling her into my arms and pushing her against the nearest wall. I finally pushed into her and groaned at the peace I suddenly felt. With a groan of relief and pain. I pounded inside her like my life depended on it. A sheen of sweat covered her body, my suit suffocating.

She had no words, only screams. And they were all mine. Every thrust dragged me closer to the heaven I’d craved and in what felt like seconds, I was roaring into her ear, coming inside her.

My legs couldn’t hold us both with the weight of my orgasm and I buckled to the floor with Willow in my arms. I panted into her shoulder, letting her hold me.

Eventually, I dragged us both to our bed, dropping my clothes to the floor and nuzzling into her chest while she peppered kisses to my head. Finally, when I managed to lift my head to look her in the eyes, I stuttered.

“I-I don’t think I like being Mr Lambert to you. I want to be your lamb.” She breathed a laugh. “Willow,” I whispered against her skin, she hummed a response. “Frannie told me not to wait, because life is too short. But I don’t want to scare you—”

“I love you, lamb.”

My head snapped up, eyes bouncing between her own sleepy pair as she caressed my floppy hair.

“You do?” I was in shock. I’d always assumed her love for me would take more time. She sighed contentedly and I kissed the soft skin of her belly.

“So much.” She beamed. I crawled up the bed to kiss her deeply, tangling my hands in her hair, pouring every ounce of love into her.

“I love you, sweetheart. So much. Everything makes sense again having you in my life. I’ll spend it loving you if you’ll have me.”

“To love you and be loved by you is the greatest gift I’ve ever received. I’m never letting you go, lamb.”