You've Got Fail(47)

Placing his palm on my flushed chest, he pushed me back on the bed, then hooked his fingers in my panties. Pulling them slowly down my legs, he kissed my inner thighs down to my knees. Anticipation sent my blood raging through my heart, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

“I already know what you like.” He kissed my pussy, then ran his tongue lower, pressing it inside me.

“Willis.”

“Mmm, keep saying my name.” He buried his face in my pussy, his mouth covering me as his tongue worked my clit, then dipped inside me in an erotic kiss.

I dug my heels into his back as he worked me with ease, each stroke drawing me tighter as I hurtled toward bliss. My legs began to shake in time with his tongue. His palms spread me wider than I thought possible, pressing me open as he devoured me.

Reaching up, I pinched my nipples. His growl against my skin told me he enjoyed the sight. I twisted them, staring down at his dark eyes.

“Close.” I barely managed to get the word out before my orgasm came from nowhere, swallowing me up as my back arched and all the breath left my body.

He kept licking my clit, sending me higher until he’d wrung every bit of pleasure from me. When my lower back finally hit the bed again, he kissed up my stomach to my breasts. Claiming one nipple in his mouth, he sucked, twirling his tongue around it in his expert way, then switching to the other. When he released the stiff peak and nuzzled against my breast, I gasped as I felt his teeth leaving his mark on me. If I hadn’t already been wet, the sting of pain would have definitely done the trick.

He grinned up at me. “Told you I was into biting.”

Standing again, he shucked his pants and his Deadpool boxers. His cock stood at attention, thick and hard.

“Fuck.” He grimaced.

“What?”

“No condom.”

“Oh.” I wanted him, needed to feel him surging inside me. What was more, I trusted him. More than I’d ever trusted anyone. “I’m clean. Are you?”

“Yeah. Birth control?”

“Yeah.” I moved into the middle of the bed.

“I’ve never.” He moved between my legs and propped himself above me on his elbows.

“Never what?”

“Had sex without a condom.”

“Me neither. You’re my first.”

“I like the sound of that.” He smiled and kissed me, transferring his happiness to me.

I kissed back, wrapping my arms around his neck as he settled between my thighs. When his cock head brushed my folds, I hissed at the delicious feel of him.

“God.” He kissed to my throat as he moved his hips, sliding his cock up and down against me.

I moved with him, relishing every bit of friction between us. My nipples against his hard chest, and the weight of him on top of me. All of it created an intoxicating mix of the two of us. Together, moving as one toward our mutual pleasure.

“Ready?” He breathed against my throat, then sucked my flesh into his mouth. The sting of his teeth had me digging my nails into his scalp.

“Yes.”

He bit me again, and I cried out with need for him. For more. For all. The pressure of his cock had me spreading my legs wider.

He grunted as he pushed inside. “Fuck. You feel amazing.”

I pushed down on his cock, sliding his thick shaft deeper as I clung to him. No words formed on my tongue, but the fiery need for more was all I could think.

Pushing deeper, he groaned and rested his forehead against my shoulder. “Fucking hell.”

“I want it all.” I reached down and grabbed his ass, urging him forward.

He seated himself all the way inside me, stretching me to the point of pain.

“God, yes.” I backed my hips off, then returned, my wetness easing his intrusion. “That’s it.”

“I need you.” He pulled back and plunged forward.

A strangled cry erupted from my throat as he did it again. Fucking me hard and deep, leaving marks on my skin and in secret places no one had ever touched before.

He maintained a steady rhythm, and I rose to meet each delicious impact. Our skin slapping bounced back to my ears, and pure animal pleasure washed over me.

“Harder.” I dug my nails into his back.

“Fuck yes.” He slammed into me, shaking the bed with each punishing thrust.

Every stroke drove him wilder, and he claimed my mouth in a rough kiss. Taking my hands, he pinned them above me, leveraging his body against mine as he pistoned into me. Our sweat-slicked bodies slid against each other, my nipples aching and tingling with each touch of his chest.

As if sensing my need, he bent his head to my chest and wrapped one arm beneath me. He lifted me, sucking and licking my nipples as he thrust up, impaling me with each stroke. I pulled closer to him, bouncing on his cock as I licked the salty sweat along his chest and left my own marks on his shoulder.

He gripped my ass, squeezing hard as I bit his ear and kissed his neck. “Are you trying to make me come?”

I responded between bursts of breath. “Not—until I—get mine.”

“That’s my girl.” He slapped my ass, the sting rocketing through my veins like gasoline. A few more thrusts and he lay me down, then reached between us. When his thumb hit my clit, I moaned and arched.

One hand on my shoulder pressing me down onto his surging cock, his other at my pussy, playing my clit with rising intensity, he stared down at me. “So fucking hot.”