Page 36 of The P*ssy Next Door

I mirrored Willa's hand motion, trying to get her to actually say what she wanted. “Yes?”

“You know.” She narrowed her eyes at me, and color rose up her throat. I was making her mad, and damn, it was so fucking hot on her. I would never truly try to make her angry, but getting a little fighting spirit in her, hell to the yeah. I was going to do that all the time. Besides, it was helping her step away from whatever was all up in her head, holding her back.

“Make you feel good?” I knew I was pushing some buttons here. If I was right, then they would get her riled up enough to blurt out whatever it was she couldn't say. “Then show me what you like.”

She frowned at me again. “This is not all about me. I want you to feel good too.”

“Willa.” I traced my fingers along those frowny wrinkles she was making next to her mouth and then ran my thumb along her lip. “Anytime I fuck you, and I am going to fuck you, or when I make love to you, or even if we're just fooling around, it will always be about you.”

She blinked at me like I'd grown three heads and two of them were snakes, but there was a vulnerability that flashed through her eyes. “That's not how this works.”

“Sure it is.” What I was about to say would either pull her out of this little battle of wills or she'd tell me off for being a jackass. I was going to risk it because she was worth it. “If it wasn't, I could continue getting my rocks off in the shower fantasizing that my own damn hand was yours, or your mouth, or your wet, warm pussy.”

Her eyes flared, going wide and so dark I could practically see the arousal I'd just ignited in her, blazing in her mind. “You... you masturbate... thinking about me?”

Got her. “You're my whole reason to masturbate.”

She licked her lips and took two shallow breaths. “Show me.”

This was my in. This was how I could get her out of her head and quite literally show her how much I wanted her, wanted to please her.

I sat up on my knees, one leg on either side of her thigh, and shoved my trousers, belt, and boxers down. She'd seen my cock, she'd even seen it hard. But it felt bigger and harder in my hand right now than it had ever been. More sensitivetoo. If she wanted to see me come for her, it wasn't going to take fucking long.

The way she was looking at me, it was only going to take a few strokes before I shot my load right on her thighs. And holy fuck, did I want to see that.

“Pull your dress up, sweetheart. I want to see what I've been fantasizing about.” I spit in my hand and gripped the head of my cock, circling the tip with my thumb, never once taking my eyes off her.

Willa reached down and pulled the material of her dress up her thighs so slowly, I thought I was going to die from the anticipation. “Don't tease me, Willa.”

I was so enthralled with the reveal of her thick thighs that I almost forgot what I really wanted to see was her reaction to what I was doing for her. I dragged my gaze from her lush skin up to her face. Her lips were parted, and she was staring directly at my hand.

“What if what I want is to tease you?” Her voice was raspy and sexy as fuck.

Oh god of debauchery. That did something to my brain that sent fucking electricity straight to my dick, and I gave it a long, slow stroke that ended with a pearl of precum beading at the tip. “It's about what you want, sweetheart. If you want to tease me, do it.”

What the fuck was I saying? My mouth and brain were on a whole other track from my body. My cock was screaming at me to push that skirt up and push myself so deep inside of her that I wasn't ever getting back out. But my head said letting her call the shots was going to be so much more rewarding.

“Do that again,” she whispered. “Stroke it like you did before, like the way that you said you're pretending it's... me touching you.”

Jesus Christ almighty, she really was going to kill me. I spit in my palm again and fucked my hand slow and hard. Normally I'd be closing my eyes and imagining her, but this time I didn't have to. I couldn't look away from her face, the way her heart was beating in her throat, and the way she couldn't take her eyes off me either.

“Give me something, flower.” I ran my hand up and down my shaft again, trying really fucking hard not to make myself come. She was just starting to get into this, and I had to make it last. “Let me see if your panties are wet for me.”

She smiled, and I knew I was in for some trouble. “Now what kind of a tease would I be if I did that?”

That tension she'd been holding in her hands and arms relaxed. Finally she was letting go. Thank god. Instead of hiking her dress up higher, she yanked one side down to cover more of herself, but she stuck her hand inside the folds of fabric on the other side. I caught the tiniest glimpse of black panties as she slid her hand down, down, down.

“Mmm, I'm definitely wet.” She closed her eyes for just a moment and her hand bobbed under the material. She was touching herself and my brain went haywire.

“Let me see, Willa.” I growled out the words, my need taking over.

“No.” Her eyes popped back open, and her soft, hazy gaze found me frantically stroking and trying to make this experience last long enough that she came with me. “I'm having too much fun being in charge.”

That's all I needed to hear. My hand flew over my cock, and I groaned out her name. “Willa. Fuck. That's so god damned hot.”

Her hand sped up under her dress and I prayed to whatever gods were listening that she was close to coming. But everything I'd read or watched said that a woman needed a lot more foreplay and time to reach her climax. I didn't think I'd even been jerking my cock for her more than five minutes. No way she was ready, and I could come any second now.

“I'm too fucking close. I'm going to—” I gripped the base of my cock to hold back my orgasm. She needed me to prove I could please her in bed and coming before she was even hardly warmed up was not the way to do that.