Page 60 of The P*ssy Next Door

I knew the feeling.

There was something about tonight that had me feeling possessive of Willa. Not like I thought anyone could ever steal her away from me, more like I wanted to make sure she knew she was mine and that I was hers.

She made me feel so damn alive, and didn’t want to lose that feeling. Tonight, having her by my side, being a part of my family, and bringing a whole new excitement to our fun was like a trip to Oz where everything was colorful, and bright, and crazy in all the ways I didn’t even know existed.

No way I was ready to go back to Kansas.

I wanted something special that was only between the two of us, something to hold onto when I had to go back to the responsibilities of my everyday life. I didn't yet know what that was. Maybe she would.

I led her upstairs and pulled my shirt over my head the moment we were in the room, tossing it into the laundry basket. Her sweet smile turned spicy as she licked her lips and motioned with her finger for me to come to her.

I stalked toward her. It was fun and a phenomenal turn on when she took charge, but that wasn't what I needed tonight. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her to me and crashed my mouth down on hers.

“Strip for me, Willa. I want to watch you as you show me every inch of what I want to fuck tonight.”

A new blush I hadn't seen before rushed across the tops of her cheeks, and she drew in a sharp breath. For a second, I thought I'd made her mad, but then she blinked, and her eyes sparkled like starlight on broken glass. “I think it might be your turn to be bossy in the bedroom, because that was sexy as hell and definitely just flipped a switch for me.”

Well hot damn. There was something so perfect about the way, without even saying a word, we were on the same page. I let her go and then sat in the chair across from the bed. “Take it off, slowly. I want to see every single inch of you.”

I also knew what she wanted. I unbuckled my pants and pulled my dick out, giving it a few short strokes. Willa's eyes flared and her lips parted. “I'm going to fuck that pretty mouth later. Now stop stalling and let me see what else I'm going to fuck.”

She smiled and undid her jeans, wagging her hips back and forth as she pushed them down her thick thighs. I swear to god, I wanted to drop to my knees and sink my teeth into that first curve of her inner thigh, right where it was the widest, below her soft pussy. But that wasn't the game right now.

Willa was giving me what I wanted, and it was my turn. I spit in my hand and gripped my dick harder, sliding my hand up and down. Her eyes were transfixed on me, and she clenched her legs together.

“That look on your face is doing things to me, Hayes. In my belly and between my thighs.”

“Show me. Take off those damn panties.”

Instead of just shoving her undies down her legs, she turned around, and then she looked back at me with a cheeky smile.I was already feeling feral for her, but when I realized, once again, she was wearing my jersey, my number, my name on her back, something darker and needy broke free inside of me.

Willa did that same hip waggle, scooting her panties down inch by inch, going slowly like I'd told her too, but I was done waiting. I stood, shucked my pants and boxers, and then I was on her, bending her over the side of the bed.

“Oh god, Hayes.” She let out that soft whimper that drove me crazy. “I don't know what's gotten into you, but I'm loving it.”

“I'm glad you are, sweetheart, because I don't think I can hold back. Not tonight.” I wanted to mark her, claim her, make her mine. But I wasn't an animal, and I took a couple of deep breaths to find my control. “But if I push a boundary you're not ready to cross, just say so. Okay?”

“I will. But I trust you. You know that.”

I did and it made me want her even more.

I shoved one of my thighs between hers and pushed her legs open wider, but they would only go so far. Her damn underpants weren't even past her knees. I grabbed the soft material and was this close to ripping them off her body but decided I wanted to keep these ones for later. They were special and I was going to take them with me to games when she couldn't be there so I could jack off in them.

I yanked them down and tossed them onto the chair. Then I grabbed each of her butt cheeks, one in each hand, and scraped the tips of my fingers along her skin, opening this part of her body to me.

“Fuck, I love your ass. I have dreams about this ass.”

She dug her fingers into the blanket and took a couple of shuddery breaths. “You know that's weird, right?”

“No, no. These dreams are definitely not weird.” Nothing felt weird with Willa. It all felt abso-fucking-lutely perfect. “They're very, very erotic.”

“Tell me.”

My girl wanted some dirty talk? I could provide that for her easily. “I dream about licking my way between these cheeks and getting you nice and wet. I dream about sliding my fingers into your cunt and drawing your juices back to make you even wetter and then pushing my fingers inside your tight little asshole.”

I grabbed one of her arms and moved it so she had her own hand on her ass, helping me hold her open. “Have you ever done that before?”

My name and number stared up at me as I waited for her answer. I was going to fuck her from behind while she wore my jersey all the fucking time. She was my girl, and I was going to prove it to her over and over.