Page 48 of Just Playin'
Seconds from my last thought entering my mind, Julie Michael’s song switches from a promiscuous tone to a sweeter one, but nothing can dampen the sexual tension brewing between Willow and me. She’s straddling my lap, and her thrusting-with-exhaustion chest is rubbing her erect nipples up and down my pecs.
Just as they did earlier tonight, her eyes have me coming undone. The lust in them is too intense to ignore. They have me acting reckless, almost caveman-like. I tug my shirt off her body violently before yanking down the waistband on my pants. My hand slides up her sticky back to grip her hair in a firm fist when her heat hits the crest of my cock. She’s as turned on by her performance as me.
As I tug back her head far enough for a bead of sweat to glide down her nape, I thrust my hips upward. The moan that shreds from her throat steals my worry that I’m fucking her without protection. This is worth more than any amount she could siphon from me with a paternity challenge. I’m acting reckless, but after the fucked-up two years I’ve had, I need to let go of the reins. I need to be the man I once was. I need to fuck her so hard and fast, nothing but me is on her mind even when I’m not around.
Willow murmurs my name in a throaty groan when I stand from my seat, taking her with me. I’m not going far—I’m also not withdrawing my cock from her snug canal. I’m just planting her naked ass on my dining table so I can see her beautiful body while I fuck it to the brink of insanity. After I un-wrangle her arms from around my neck, I gently push her back by her shoulders. The speed of my pumps quicken when her sweat-slicked back braces against the sturdy wooden material. The visual is better than I was hoping. The generous mounds on her chest are bouncing, her tight slit already red from my poundings, and the satisfied look on her face. . . Pure. Fucking. Heaven.
There’s no giggling this time around. No jokes about my cock poking her ass when she took it in her mouth. She’s taking as good as I’m giving, a fuck that’s happening on the very table I had planned to feed her on. What I said earlier was true. I didn’t bring her here to fuck her. I just needed a quiet location away from prying eyes.
With my game picking up right alongside my attitude the past six weeks, the attention from the public and sports reporters has returned to pre-Lillian breakup levels. I couldn’t even attend Willow’s recital without being hounded by fans wanting an autograph. Don’t get me wrong: I don’t like 69ers fans; I love them. I just don’t want them screwing up whatever it is I have going on with Willow. I can fuck up things perfectly fine myself, thank you very much. I don’t need additional help.
Like now, I certainly don’t need any assistance taking Willow’s throaty moans to an ear-piercing level. I’ve got that on lockdown. She’s screaming as effectively as her pussy is sucking at my cock, and trembling all over when I shift some of my focus to her clit. I rub my thumb over the hardened bud while increasing the tempo of my thrusts.
The wooden legs on the table begin to shake when the image becomes too much. She’s rocking her hips in rhythm with mine, which have taken on the speed I’m flicking her clit. It’s a brutal pace, faster than the one earlier tonight. We’re not fooling around or having sex; we’re fucking like animals. My grunts are one hundred percent proof of this.
“Fuck, Elvis. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
Willow’s frantic moans reveal she can feel the table legs coming out from beneath us as well, but just like me, she’s not willing to end this for anything. She’d rather encounter a brutal blow with the floor than give up the climax I feel preparing to roar through her body. She’s heating up everywhere. Her clit is scorching my thumb, and the warmth surrounding my cock has reached boiling point.
The intimacy I’ve gained with her body in a short period of time is proven without a doubt not even two seconds later. She stills as her back arches off the table. I hear my name in a breathless moan as violent shudders charge through her body. I thrust harder, filling her with every inch of my cock. She is slick and wet, her entire body trembling. She’s fucking me as much as I am fucking her, ensuring her pussy strangling my cock won’t slow down my pace.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” she begs over and over again, her pussy tightening around my cock with every word she speaks.
Her face in the haze of climax pushes mine toward the finish line. Her lips part with want as my mouth waters with need. I pump into her faster, the heat inside of me roaring like a wildfire.
Feeling the veins in my cock pulsating as my own release closes in on me, Willow says, “Pull out before you come.”
I give her a look, one that exposes there’s no fucking chance in hell of that happening. I can feel cum sitting at the crest of my cock, begging to be released into the slickness causing its demise.
“You either pull out or spend the next two weeks panicked out of your mind you went and got a collegegirlknocked up.” She overemphasizes the word “girl,” but her voice is still husky from the ferocious climax she just endured. “I’m not overly good with keeping a schedule, so I may occasionally skip a pill or two each month.”
You’d think her confession would have me yanking my cock out this very instant, but for some fucked-up reason, that’s the last thing my fucked-up mind considers doing. It considers the idea I could get her knocked up, toys with it for several long minutes as my thumb does her clit before it finally succumbs to the glare Willow’s giving me through lust-wild eyes.
“I’ll pull out, but I’m not fucking happy about it.”
Willow flashes a grin that nearly has me breaking the pledge I just made. “I’m sure I can make it up to you.”
Her dismount from my cock makes the first leg on the table buckle under our weight, but I hardly notice when her mouth arrows toward my cock.
“Get on your knees, Will. If you want to suck my dick right, you need to be on your knees.”
Sparks of excitement rain down my shaft when she does as requested with a moan. She swivels her tongue around my knob, tasting herself on my dick before lowering her pillowy lips down my twitching member.
“That’s it. Just like that.” I gather her hair to the side, gaining the leverage needed so I can fuck her mouth as eagerly as I did her pussy. “Stretch your throat before I coat it with my seed.”
She murmurs something in a gargle, but I don’t hear what she says. My cock is too busy plunging into her mouth for my ears to follow any commands from my brain.
The wider she opens her mouth, the more of my cock I feed her. She draws me to the very back of her throat, triggering only the slightest gag before drawing me back out. Her eyes water from taking me so deep, but she pushes past the pain, her excitement too strong for something so minor to impact it.
I inhale sharp, quick breaths as a tingle works up from my balls to the crest of my cock. I could have come the instant she wrapped her lips around my dick, but I held off, certain the reward would far outweigh the penance. I was right. She’s sucking me more fiercely now than she did earlier tonight. Not even tasting her climax has slowed her down.
“I understand why I couldn’t come in your tight, drenched, fucking wet slit, but do you have any objections to me coming down your pretty little throat?” My grip on her hair tightens with every word I speak. I can feel the wheels jumping off the track, feel the hysteria coming on. “You’ve got two seconds to answer me, Willow, or I’m going to come in your mouth like I’ve been fantasizing about since the day we met.”
When she answers me with a groan, I come hard and fast down her throat. She takes everything I’m offering, her swallows as frantic as her sucks, and she does it all while staring up at me with wild, lust-blitzed eyes.
“You liked that, didn’t you?”
She extracts my cock from her mouth with a pop before running her finger over her lips to soothe their burn with a bit of moisture. “Very much so. . .”
