“Yeah?”
“Touch me.” She doesn't have to tell me twice. Although I won't be fuckin' her the way I like to fuck. She needs tenderness right now. Yeah, I'm a big guy, doesn't mean I can't make love to my woman.
Her eyes glisten, her breathing alters, coming out harsh and fast as my hands slide up her toned legs. She's such a beautiful woman.
How does one describe the beauty of Willow?
She's what I imagine an angel would look like. Everything from the way she looks to the way she acts, the way she treats people and the strength of her pure heart. Everything about her, in my eyes, is perfection. I'm beyond lucky to have her. Finally.
She pushes my hands away from her body, I narrow my eyes. Has she changed her mind?
She smirks, sits up and strips my shirt from her body. I swallow audibly. Fuck! She's not wearing a bra. Her tits are perfect, so pert, her nipples small and erect.
She licks her lips seductively while sliding her panties down her legs and tossing them to the floor. Oh God, I'm gonna blow my fuckin' load before I've even touched her at this rate!
Lying back on the bed, she asks me, “Do I look okay?” She can't be serious? I can see she's nervous, I know she has scars inside and out after what those motherfuckers did to her, but can't she see how beautiful she is?
I don't answer right away, I stand and strip my leather, followed by my shirt and jeans. My boxers are the last to go, and the hitch in her breathing has me smiling. I don't claim to have the biggest dick in the world, or even in this MC, but I ain't no small man. How many men in the world can honestly brag nine and a half inches hard?
Okay, I might be the biggest guy in the MC. Not many men have a dick my size. Yeah, I'm bragging, who wouldn't?
I climb on the bed beside Willow, one hand propping my head up, the other stroking soft rings on her stomach. “You are so beautiful, Willow.”
“So are you.” She smiles. I kiss her fiercely, drawing little moans from her throat. Her hands roam my body, mine roam hers. I push her thighs apart and I finally get a glimpse of her pussy in all it's glory, shaved and glistening with arousal. My mouth is fuckin' watering!
I have to be gentle with her, this is her first time since before what happened to her. Her first time with me, I don't want her to think I'm a complete monster.
I draw her right nipple into my mouth, biting, sucking, drawing a groan from deep within. She cries out as I pleasure her body in every way a man should pleasure a woman, my hands, my mouth. That first taste is almost my undoing. Every woman tastes different, never two the same, and I can say in all honesty that I have never tasted a woman as sweet as Willow.
I devour her pussy as she holds me against her with her little hands in my hair, guiding me to pleasure her just the way she likes it. I don't fuckin' wanna think about Trace and his damn mouth on her right now, but it's fuckin' stuck in my head all of a sudden.
Did he make her cry out like this?
Did he make her come hard for him?
Is he whom she's thinking about right now?
It's irrational to think like this, but maybe she's thinking the same things about Cindy. This isn't about Cindy and Trace, this is about Willow and me, and I am never letting anything fester in my mind that doesn't belong there, and I'll be damned if I let it fester in hers.
I push my tongue deep inside her wet hole, her hips riding my mouth, her thighs trying to tighten around my head. I grab them in my big hands and hold them open as my mouth latch onto her swollen clit. “Hammer! Oh, god,” I smile against her pussy as she comes for me. It was me she was thinking about the whole time. I flick my tongue over her little clit, she gasps and moans loudly with each flick.
I climb her shuddering body with a smile on my face, dropping kisses on her sweat soaked body, biting each nipple, then up to her neck with kisses. I kiss her lips, and she groans. “You made me cum... so hard...”
“There's nothin' wrong with coming hard, baby. But I have to fuck you now. I'm as hard as fuckin' nails here.”
We both look down as my raging erection and chuckle. My cock is throbbing, wanting inside of her right now.
“But I wanted to suck your beautiful cock. I know I won't be able to take you all the way, you're massive.” She swallows hard as pride fills me. “But I wanted to taste you.”
God, I want her perfect mouth around my cock, but if she sucks my cock right now, I'll come before I get the chance to fuck her. And as much as I could go all fuckin' night, I want to be inside of her right now. She can suck me later.
“There's plenty of time for that,” I mumble into her neck while rocking against her. My cock is so close to her entrance, her heat enveloping me. “I need you, baby girl,”
“Fuck me,” She tells me as she grabs my ass and pulls me forward with so much force I'm inside her in one push, both of us calling out to the heavens in pleasure.
Fuck, that has to have hurt her. I'm not just long, I'm thick as well. I don't know if she was wet enough to take me that quickly. “Baby, are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
I look at her shaking her head with her eyes closed. “No.” She gasps. “Maybe a little, but I want this. Please, don't stop now.” She opens her eyes and smiles.
I lean down and kiss her soft lips, and I groan as I start to move. She's so hot and tight, and I'm so fuckin' dizzy. And I'm fuckin' terrified I might actually hurt her. She's so small and my cock is... well, not.
I move inside of her slowly, our eyes locked, she's so wet I can feel her slipping along the length of me with ease. I thrust a little harder, a little faster, and every thrust sends me higher.
Watching her eyes roll and hearing her calling out my name is almost too much. She begs me to fuck her harder, faster, deeper.
I flip her onto her front, on her hands and knees, slam back into her, grab her hair in my hand and fuck her like she's never been fucked before. Her pussy is so fuckin' tight around me that I'm fightin' hard not to explode.
“Hammer, oh my god, yes! Fuck me hard, baby!”
Jesus Christ, she's wild. I would never have throught Willow would be this free in the bedroom. I wonder just how much fun Trace had with her.
Don't think like that, you stupid cunt. What she did with Trace is neither here or there. Willow is all yours now, so enjoy her.
I plan to.
Her back arches, her ass lifting as I hit her G-spot. She sobs in pleasure, gushing all over my cock. Damn!
“Fuck, baby, I wish you could see what I can see right now.” Her ass jiggling with the force of her slamming back against me. I can't help but watch her fuck me, her pussy swallowing my cock.
I grab her hips, stilling her. I pull out of her and spin her around, pinning her to my body, her little arms around my neck, her ass in my hands as I move her along the length of me slowly. She's groaning, moaning, begging for it harder.
She's fuckin' perfect,
fits me like a glove.
Although I want to give it to her just how she wants, I won't fuck her like she's nothing but a whore. She is everything, and I'm gonna show her that.
Every position change has her calling out my name. I've never, and I mean never, fucked any woman like Willow, she's not shy in telling me what she wants, she's not shy in trying anything I want to try.
I never expected this. After everything those bastards put her through, how many times that cunt Crack raped and abused her. Because he did that so many damn times, even if she did try to hide it from everyone. In all honesty, I believe that's a big reason why she couldn't bring herself to be intimate with Trace after her attack.
At one point, I ask her if she'd like me to slow down. If this is too much for her. She kisses me softly and tells me, “I've been waiting for you all my life. Take me however you want, I'm yours.” Damn right she's mine!
All night we fuck and each time she comes around me it sends me into a world I didn't know existed. And as I push deep inside her and explode for the fourth or fifth time tonight, I see stars.
I fall onto the bed beside her, exhausted and breathing hard. I pull her to my chest and listen to her giggling happily while stroking my slick chest.
“I know now is probably not the right time, you're probably not ready to hear it, especially after what we've just done, but I have to say it. If I've learned anything over the past couple years it's that life is short.”
“Say what, baby?” I can't even open my eyes.
“I love you, Hammer. I have always loved you.”
My eyes are now wide open, my heart is beating a little too fast. But her hand stroking my chest seems to calm my heart.
“I'm sorry if now was inappropriate, I know it wasn't the right time, it was too soon. Way too soon. But I've held it inside of me since I was a little girl. I'm sorry, please don't think about it.” She kisses my chest.
She loves me. I didn't see that coming. I know that I love her. I know it so deep inside of me.
When is the right time to tell somebody that you love them?