Page 9 of Sucker
Her mouth falls open and tiny guttural sounds tumble from her throat with the sinking of each thrust. I’m not ready to blow yet, but her body feels so good. “Your cunt feels like heaven. Come for me, angel. Give me your sweet pussy juices and I’ll fill your ripe womb with my seed.”
She moans, and I speed up my thrusts, we keep our eyes locked, and I fucking love how hard she fights to stay in the moment with me, especially when her orgasm hits. “Landon!”
I pick up my pace. “Don’t look away, angel. Don’t you dare look away from me.” I thrust inside her, fucking her harder and faster while she screams and rides that orgasm of hers to the very edge. I wind my fingers with hers, holding her hands above her head as I thrust so hard we hit the headboard. My whole body goes tight, and she cries out, her body letting go again, and I join her, spilling my load deep inside her in shuddering hot spurts.
“Holy fuck,” she gasps as I bury my face in her hair and continue to glide in and out, slow and steady, enjoying the final waves of bliss as I inhale her beauty.
“Mine,” I murmur, pressing a kiss in the curve of her neck. I don’t want this moment to end. I could fuck this sweet girl until I turn to dust. I’ve had one taste, and all I can think about is my next hit. She’s beneath me, I’m inside her, and yet Icraveher.
“Yours?” She giggles when I release her hands then hold myself above her. She’s stunning with her pink flushed cheeks and messy bed hair. “Is that what you say to all the girls?”
“No.” I press a kiss to her lips. “Just you. There’s something here, Willa. You feel it, don’t you?”
She bites her lip and frowns. “I do.”
“Then marry me.”
“What?” Her eyes go wide and I put my finger on her mouth to silence her.
“Don’t answer right away. Just, think about it. Our situation isn’t ideal, but fuck, Willa, whose is?”
A tear rolls down her cheek, and she nods. “I’ll think about it.”
I kiss her again, sweet, soft and intense before I pull away and withdraw from her body. “You sore?”
“A little,” she says. “But I’ll be OK.”
“I’ll run you a warm bath. You can soak the aches away while I make us some food. Sound good?”
“Sounds perfect.” She smiles, and my heart flips. I know without a doubt that I’m in love with this girl. I’ve never felt this way or been this sure. Willa belongs to me.
Willa
Iget into my room and fall against the door, gasping. It feels like a hundred pound reptile is pressing against my chest and clawing up my throat. I hate myself.
“Holy fuck!” A flurry of movement on my roommate’s bed has me clapping my hand over my eyes while I scramble blindly for the door handle. I’ve walked in on Juliet and her boyfriend during their Valentine’s celebrations.
“I’m so sorry,” I say, grabbing the handle and pulling. “I saw nothing. Forget I was here.” I’m not sure if they understood what I was saying, because I’m also crying uncontrollably. The moment Landon went into the bathroom, I got my clothes and got out of there.I can’t believe he asked me to marry him.
I can’t believe anything about the last twelve hours of my life. This morning, I was regular Willa Quinn, going about her revenge plot, and tonight, I’m…conflicted.
Dorm life isn’t the most private thing in the world, so I drop to the floor outside our room to wait them out. There are communal areas and all, but there’s always people in them and I would rather cry here than with an audience. But I don’t sit here long. The door opens and closes, and Monique tells her boyfriend that she’s sorry and she’ll make it up to him.
“Hope you’re OK, Willa,” he says as he shrugs on his coat and heads off.
“You didn’t have to send him home,” I sniff when Monique slides down to the floor beside me.
She shrugs. “You sounded upset. You’d have done the same for me.”
“Yeah. But you were in the middle—”
“Forget it. Honestly, he wasn’t in top form tonight, anyway. He kept lickin’ the hole instead of the button, and I was telling him to go up, but he was all, ‘isn’t that where you pee?’ And I was like, ‘dude, you literally stick the thing you pee out of down my fucking throa—”
I cover my face and ball into my hands even harder.
“Oh shit. I’m sorry. What happened? Did something go wrong at James Tech?”
I nod and I cry and I try to talk, but I’m hiccupping so much that she can’t understand me. So she pulls me to my feet and we go into our room where she hands me a stiff drink and a box of tissues and waits until I calm down.
