Free We Were One Once Book 1 by Willow Madison Page B

this down and lick
her nipples. She’s sensitive, pushing into me more, gasping and
moaning as I bite down. My tongue runs back up her neck to her
mouth. She always tastes so sweet. Both my hands get lost in her
mass of hair.
    She yanks her jeans off,
and I see she’s without underwear again. I smile, pulling my own
pants and boxers off just as fast. Her hands are on me before I can
straighten back up. Her nails scrape against my chest, down the
muscles of my stomach. I hiss and tense, but she stops quickly with
both hands wrapped around my hard cock. I suck in a breath at her
strong stroke up and down. My eyelids lower; I’ve pictured this,
imagined being with her again.
    I open my eyes. She smiles
up at me, and I have a hard time keeping a straight face with her
expert touch on my dick. I push both her shoulders back hard
against the wall. She only smiles more. Damn, she’s perfect. Before
I can react or make a move, she jumps up like I’m a tree she wants
to climb. Without missing a beat, I grab her ass to catch her
against me, pulling her open as her legs wrap around my hips. Her
hands grab onto my neck, and she leans her face into mine. “Fuck me
as hard as you can, Trust. I can take it. I need you, baby.” Her
voice is deep and longing. Her lust matches mine. I don’t give a
shit if she’s thought of me or not. I’ve pictured fucking her in
every position. She’s my fantasy come true.
    Pushing inside her is easy;
she’s wet for me. I hold her against the wall and pump into her as
hard as I can. Her legs and arms squeeze me tighter. She bites down
on my chest. I only feel her pussy clamping down on me harder with
each push in and out. I’m moaning out loud with her. When she
starts to come, she knocks her head against the wall, screaming and
arching into me more. I yank her hair and force her head back
further, biting her neck and feeling her scream against my lips. I
let my own loud cry out when I come deep inside her.
    I let her body slide down
mine, pulling out of her as our breathing slows. I give one last
tug of her hair, one last bite to her lower lip, before pulling
away completely. She stumbles a little on our pile of clothes, not
picking anything up as she heads towards the bedroom.
    I leave my pants and boxers
on the floor too and head into the kitchen for something to drink.
There’s not much to choose from, just water or beer. It’s early,
but I grab a beer and take it with me to follow her into the
bedroom.
    The cleaning service must
have been here recently. The place is more picked up than when I
snuck in. Her clothes are more neatly piled at least. I walk around
to the bathroom and find Grace touching up her makeup. She’s still
in only her bra and open shirt though; her ass cheeks are just
visible as she leans forward. She smiles at me in the mirror, like
it’s the most natural thing for us to be here, almost naked,
together. I put the beer down next to her and go to the
toilet.
    Some women are touchy about
this, a guy taking a piss in front of them. Grace acts like it’s
nothing; she even hums to herself. I close my eyes for a second,
enjoying the release and the sound of her sweet voice—low and
dreamy.
    “What the fuck is going on here?!” I
didn’t hear the guy come in. Apparently, Grace didn’t either. It’s
not the boyfriend but his brother. He’s glaring between Grace and
me. Her look of pure shock makes me laugh, but it does suck to be
in this situation sans pants and with my dick hanging limp over a
toilet. I try to make the best of it and finish pissing at
least.
    Grace turns back around to
the mirror, giving a cool and composed look to the brother. “What
are you doing here, Josh?”
    Josh takes one big step
towards Grace and whirls her around to face him. He looks her up
and down, but she stands like a perfect depiction of stony beauty,
one that could only be described by Greek mythology. No mere mortal
would be able to withstand her icy stare. I think about getting