Forbidden Romance by Lena Lucas

5

Willow

Icouldn’t think or breathe, but I didn’t need to do the former to just let Colton have his way with me. This was what I’d been dreaming of, fantasizing about.

And it was really happening.

I was so aroused right now, wet and needy, my pussy cream soaking my panties, making the fabric rub against the most intimate part of me.

Colton put me down, pulled back, and took a few retreating steps, and then, as he stared into my eyes, he started getting undressed. My throat was so tight I couldn’t swallow, and I started undressing as well. He didn’t have to tell me this was what he wanted. I wanted it too.

First, my shirt was removed, then my pants. Once those were free of my body, I reached behind for the clasp of my bra, my chest rising and falling hard as I continued to stare at Colton. He’d already removed his shirt, the hard lines of his muscles in stark display with the shadows playing over his form. He was hard, his muscles so powerful, his body so masculine.

I let the bra drop to the floor, and I heard this deep, animalistic sound leave him as his eyes latched onto the twin mounds.

“Look at that,” he rumbled out. “I can see your nipples getting harder the longer I stare at them.” He licked his lips, another husky sound leaving him. “Ditch the panties, baby. Let me see that pussy.”

Oh. God. I think I could come from him saying that alone.

My fingers shook as I hooked them under the edge of my underwear and slowly removed them. Maybe I should care that the whole clubhouse was right outside this room just feet away, or the fact that I wore undergarments that were less than sexy and far more practical. But the way Colton stared at me said he was getting off on this no matter that my bra and panties were plain white cotton ones.

He started undoing his belt, pulling it out slowly through the loops until the leather was free. He set it on the bed and went for the button and zipper of his jeans. My heart was in my throat as I stood there naked, Colton letting his gaze rake up and down my body… really looking his fill.

But he didn’t even bother removing his pants, just reached inside and pulled out the biggest cock I think I’d ever seen in my life. Not that I had any experience looking at dicks in person, but I was positive he was waaay above average in that regard. He was way past the Magnum category.

He held his massive dick in his palm, stroking it almost lazily, his gaze on me, his expression hard. Every part of Colton was hard, and not just in the physical sense. He was just a massively intense man, one who didn’t back down and who took what he wanted, when he wanted.

And what he wanted was me.

For long seconds, he said nothing, didn’t even move, aside from stroking himself up and down slowly from root to tip, twisting his hand on the upstroke so his palm grazed the tip. He hissed every time he did that, his eyes bouncing from my tits to my pussy, then back again. Over and over again.

Then he was staring into my eyes, and I saw the way the corner of his mouth kicked up in a smirk.

He likes me watching him jerk off.

The inner muscles of my pussy clenched and became wetter, and my clit throbbed in time with my pulse.

“You like looking at it, baby?”

I nodded, not moving my gaze from his dick.

“How much do you want to touch it?”

I snapped my gaze to his face after he asked that, and shamelessly licked my lips. His eyes became hooded, and another growl left him.

“Or maybe my girl wants to taste it. Is that it, Willow? You want to see what this tastes like?” His voice had gone huskier, deeper.

I found myself stepping closer. He moved one back, and I froze, my eyes widening, thinking I’d read him wrong. But he sat on the edge of the bed, spreading his legs, sliding his palm still going to work on his cock.

“Well, come on, baby, and let me sate that hungry you have in your eyes.”

My heart did a little hiccup at his words, but I suddenly couldn't move. “I don’t know what to do,” I whispered honestly.

His gaze softened. “I’ll teach you. Come here.” He crooked a finger, and I felt myself moving forward again until I stood just a foot from where Colton sat. “Get on your knees, baby.”

I breathed out slowly and did what he said, sinking to my knees, his legs widening to accommodate me. I lowered my head and stared at the proud, huge length he was still stroking up and down. There was a dot of clear fluid at the tip, and he smoothed his palm over the flared head, smearing it back down the length and using it like lube. He groaned after he did that, and almost instantly another crystal formed at the head.

My mouth watered, as if I truly was hungry for his taste, his flavor coating my mouth.

“Lean closer,” he said in a voice so deep and low it almost didn’t sound like his.

“Place your hands on my thighs for support and come closer, baby.”

My heart was beating so hard, but I did what he said, moving closer, shuffling forward until I felt his heat slam into me, until I could smell the dark, spicy, and purely male scent that was all Colton.

“Open that pretty mouth for me and run your tongue along the tip, suck on it, lick that pre-cum off,” he growled the words out. “It’s because of you it’s coming out, baby.”

I exhaled and opened my mouth, leaning forward even more and sliding my tongue where he said, tasting the saltiness that made up his pre-cum. I couldn’t help but moan, his flavor unique and addicting and set something off in me that I found myself sucking on the head as if to draw more.

He groaned and speared a hand in my hair, his other one holding his cock up for my hungry mouth. His fingers tightened in the strands, and I wanted it again, that pain inflaming my pleasure.

Before I knew what I was doing, I was moving my head up and down, unable to take even half of his shaft but greedily trying to until the crown hit the back of my throat and I was gagging.

“Yeah, that’s it. God… fuck, Willow. Christ, baby… that’s so fucking it.”

I made a small noise that sounded like a nonverbal plea, needing more, wanting it.

“That’s it, baby. Make that noise for me; let me know this is getting you off. You’re doing so good. So. Fucking. Good.”

I opened my mouth wider, trying to take more of him. Something took over in me as I pushed his hand out of the way and gripped the thickness, my fingers not even touching because his girth was so massive.

I bobbed my head, teased the tip, needing more of his salty essence on my tongue.

“Yeah. That’s it, Willow,” he gritted out. “Take it all. Make it hit the back of your throat so I hear you gag.” He tightened his hold on my hair so hard my eyes watered, but my pussy got even wetter.

Who knew the pain and pleasure could roll into one massive turn-on?

“Move your tongue around, lick the underside, and make me come.”

I obeyed greedily, the salty flavor of his pre-cum covering my taste buds and slipping down my throat. I was starving for Colton.

I had my hands on his thighs, steadying myself. Curling my nails into his firm, muscular flesh, I started really sucking on him, this wild, free woman emerging from me like never before. What I couldn’t reach with my mouth, which was more than half his length, I pumped my palm up and down, working him up to a frenzy—just like I was.

He grunted, his thighs so tight under my fingers, and just when I was sure he’d come, he gently pushed my shoulders back, breathing harshly.

Colton’s dick had popped out of my mouth with a resounding noise, and God did that turn me on. It seemed… dirty in the best of ways. He reached out for me, curling his hands around my arms and hauling me up so I was leaning against him, my balance off. Only his hands on my body and my palms braced on his chest held me steady.

“I want you, Willow, and I want to be gentle, but I don’t think I can—”

“I just want you. All of you.” He closed his eyes, his big body swaying as if my words affected him that strongly. “I’ve wanted you for so long that I want you to give it to me without fear of being gentle because I’m a virgin.”

“I’ll ever get enough of you. Ever,” he growled and kissed me senseless.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pressing my breasts against his chest, my nipples so sensitive against this firm, warm flesh. I was so wet, my pussy cream sliding down my inner thigh obscenely.

And then I gasped when I felt his hand slip between my thighs, a low rumble leaving him when he felt how wet I was.

“Soaked,” he all but purred. “And all for me, because of me.”

“Yes,” I cried out when he started stroking me slow and easy, rubbing a finger over my clit before dipping it close to my opening to tease me there.

“You taste so fucking sweet,” he whispered against my lips as he continued to kiss me while he played with my pussy. “And your pussy… fuck.” He groaned and kissed me, harder this time for a second, before breaking away. “Your fucking pussy is so damn wet for me, soaking my hand, Willow. I want to drown in you.” He stroked my clit back and forth, rubbed the bud until I whimpered from the pleasure, the sensitivity.

God, Colton was merciless, demanding, and as he continued to kiss me, touch me, I let him control the situation, because it just felt too damn good.

“I like that you taste like me,” he growled against my lips, sending vibrations through my core. “I like knowing your pretty lips were just wrapped around my cock.”

I gasped at his obscenity, at the way those words made me hotter for him.

I panted, breathing out hard, unable to catch my breath. But I wanted more, so much more.

“I’m going to fill you up, Willow. I’m going to stretch that little virgin pussy so it’s perfect for my big cock.” He pulled back and looked into my eyes, this fierce expression on his face. “You’ll only ever know me, know what I feel like.” He was so hard and unrelenting as he went back to kissing me over and over again, his hand rubbing circles over my clit, petting my pussy until I was on the verge of coming for him.

I was pressing down on his seeking digits, needing so much more yet unable to grasp the sensations moving through me.

Colton started breathing heavier and pulled his hand out from between my thighs, showing me how wet and glistening his fingers were. Before I knew what he was doing, he smeared my pussy cream along my lips, drawing a gasp from me.

“Lick your lips. Taste yourself.”

I didn’t even hesitate to run my tongue over my lips, tasting the musky but sweet flavor of myself along his fingers as he put it in my mouth. I was so far gone I didn't care how this looked, me still between his legs, his fingers pushed into my mouth, this low sound of desire leaving me as I greedily sucked on what he offered me.

“Come here,” he groaned, and before I could lean forward, he had his hand on my neck and pulled me, our lips slamming together.

Colton stroked his tongue along mine, licking at my mouth, seeming to savor the flavor on my tongue, seeing as a deep groan left him. He kept a hard hold on the back of my neck as he shoved his tongue in and out of my mouth, mimicking what I wanted him to do between my legs.

After long seconds of making love to my mouth, Colton pulled back, stared into my face for a suspended moment, and then moaned. “I love you so much.”

My heart jerked in my chest at his words and the way he said them. “Are you mine, Willow?” Although he said it like a question, I knew he already knew the answer.

“Yes,” I breathed. “I’m yours, Colton.”

He watched me with hooded eyes. “I want you as mine, Willow. I want you as my woman forever.” He closed his eyes slowly. “God, I’ve wanted you as mine for so long it’s almost surreal actually having that possibility and that reality right in front of me.”

“I want that too,” I whispered, and the grin he gave me had tingles racing through me. Before I knew what he was doing, Colton had me off the floor and on the bed, my back to the mattress, the comforter cool against my flesh. My legs were spread, and he took a step back, staring between them.

“Spread them wider, as far as they’ll go.”

I licked my lips and tightened my hands in the material beneath me as I parted my thighs even wider, feeling my pussy lips part obscenely.

He groaned and lifted a hand to run it over his jaw, his eyes locked on my pussy. I let my gaze slide down to his cock, that massive length standing straight up and all but pointing at me, the tip glossy from his seed.

Colton was a few steps back from me now, watching me with this gleam of pleasure in his eyes. “Touch yourself. Let me see you touching that tight little pussy.” He grabbed the base of his shaft, stroking himself lazily while he waited for me to obey.

Placing my hand between my legs, I felt how slippery I was. I was breathing harder as I started moving my fingers up and down my slick slit.

“Yeah. Fuck… God yes, Willow. That's it. Such a good girl.” He groaned, speaking deep and fast, his hand moving harder over his length. “Rub that little clit for me. Let me see that ecstasy wash over your face again.”

I moaned and started rubbing my fingers over my clit, gasping at how sensitive it was. I was already so worked up from nearly climaxing when Colton had been touching me, so I knew it wouldn't take much to send me over the edge.

Sweat lined my forehead, moved down the valley between my breasts, and I knew as soon as he was pushing deep in me that I’d go off like a round of fireworks.

“Stop touching yourself, baby.” God, was that his voice? He didn’t even sound like himself. Colton sounded... dangerous.

His tone brokered no argument, and I found myself stopping even though I’d been so close. So. Close.

I knew one thing for certain. Colton had already ruined me for all other men, and he hadn’t even fucked me yet.