Page 45 of Fighting Fate
Rory: If adorable has a big cock ready to destroy you…yeah, I guess I am.
Willow: Are you horny?
Rory: I could fuck.
I hit Send, biting my grin hard because I don’t just want to fuck Willow. I want to devour her. From top to bottom and right back up. Every nook and cranny of her toned body. Yeah, I want to fuck her until she can’t take it anymore. In fact, making her come could become my new hobby.
Willow: Great. Meet you at yours in 2 hours.
Rory: It’s a date.
It’s near impossible to get back to business for the next hour. Instead of forcing myself to focus on the paperwork on my desk when I get to the office, I opt to change into my training gear and go a few rounds with the heavy bag. Even so, the hour drags, and by the time I leave, every muscle that should be sore from my workout is coiled tight with a need so great that I’m hangry.
Of course, the traffic is insane. Although the taxi driver takes all the shortcuts he knows, it takes over an hour to get to my place. Then there’s the issue with his card reader. The parcel that the concierge needs me to sign for and collect there and then.
Holy fuck, can’t a guy catch a break?
Grabbing the heavy box, I head for the elevators. Thankfully, it’s already waiting, and the ride to my floor is quick. It feels like I’ve gone a few rounds when the doors ping open, and I find Willow standing in front of my door.
“Hey, Fight Club,” she greets me, her smile twisting as she licks her lips.
Goddamn, she’s a sight for sore eyes in one of her long, black robe-like dresses I adore. Long brown hair cascades down to her waist in messy waves that give away her wild side.
What a fucking vision.
My dick agrees, hardening in my pants so that my jeans feel like they’re about to tear open.
When I reach her, Willow doesn’t hesitate in cupping my jaw and bringing her lips to mine. They taste like sweet summer strawberries with a hint of mint that complements her light almond scent when I breathe her in.
“You kept me waiting…” she whispers, slipping her hand into my back pocket and pulling out my wallet. Willow fishes out the key card and opens the door, holding it for me before she saunters down the hallway to the open-plan living space, leaving me to trail behind her.
I find one Converse first, then the other as I walk into the vast space. The sun is setting with light pink and lilac beams pushing through the light June clouds, silhouetting her in a halo of light. I’m entranced as I put the parcel down on the kitchen counter, watching raptly while Willow tugs the belt of the dress loose and it falls open, leaving her naked body completely on show for me.
Holy. Fuck.
“So, Mr. Knight,” she says in a sultry tone. The warm husk is the sexiest thing ever, making my heart pound in a flash when she shrugs the dress off her shoulders and meanders to me.
It’s impossible to look away as her hips sashay and her tits bounce. They look plump and juicy, every bit mouth-watering. I can’t keep my hands to myself when Willow pauses in front of me. Moulding my hands to her ass, I watch as she grasps the hem of my Henley and then tugs it up, stripping me of it when I lift my arms.
“How about you give me a taste of your skills?” she asks, dropping the top on the floor and unbuckling my belt.
“I’ll give you a taste if you give me a taste.”
“Okay.”
A soft smirk tugs at one side of her mouth before Willow trails her finger down my chest, swirling over the lines of my tattoos leisurely. Meanwhile, her other hand pops the buttons of my jeans one by one in rapid succession.
The rake of her manicured nail makes my muscles coil tighter as I grip her hips in both hands, groaning at the feel of her palm stroking down the length of my cock to my balls.
“You want a tast—” The question cuts off with the crack of her voice when she cups her pussy, stroking herself before holding her hand up between us. Her arousal glistens on her fingertips, the scent feeding the heated frenzy vibrating my insides. “Here…”
Willow barely touches the three fingers to my lips before I suck them into my mouth. The taste is fucking divine as it washes over my senses, fraying the last of my restraint.
Releasing her hips, I grasp her face, pulling off her fingers with a loud pop before I crush my mouth to hers. Our teeth crash, and it’s all fucking messy, but we’re desperate. She wants me as badly as I want her. And damn, that’s hotter than her body writhing with mine. Her hardened nipples rubbing into my chest with each of her wanton breaths. Hotter than her attitude. Just fucking glorious.
Tugging and pushing at my jeans, Willow moans into my mouth, breathless, incoherent pleas that scorch through me. When her hand wraps around my length, my insides knot tighter. My pulse hammers through me hard and fast, the frantic thrum making it impossible to hold her to me when she tears her mouth from mine and lowers to her knees.
“Fuck!” The curse pushes past my lips as she breathes over my cock, a warm hand fisting it in measured strokes while her eyes hold mine. Mossy green swirled through with midnight blue and earthy gold specks.