When I’m able to speak again, I whisper, “Before you shoot a hole through the toaster, can I get my Pop-Tart out of it?”
“Holy shit,” Winston mutters as his tense body relaxes on top of mine. He rests his forehead on the cool tile beside my head. “It was just the toaster.”
“Yep.”
“Sorry.” He shoves the gun back into his jeans and gets on his hands and knees to lift his heavy weight off me. “Guess I’m a little on edge after earlier.”
“I noticed,” I reply softly, biting back my smile at his overreaction, dragging me to the floor as he tried to protect me from what he thought was a threat. It wouldn’t be right to laugh at him for doing something so heroic, even if all he saved me from were a few unhealthy carbs.
“Fuck,” Winston grumbles before he sits back on his knees that are still straddling me, stretching his jeans to the max over his thick thighs. He raises his hands and scrubs his palms over his face. When he lowers his hands to his hips, he asks, “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” I answer, missing the weight of him on me, so I add, “Well, there may be a knot on the back of my head.”
“Shit. Let me see,” Winston says and leans his torso forward, putting his chest to mine again so he can shove his fingers through my hair. “I don’t feel any knots…”
“Keep looking.” He slides the other hand underneath my head, lifting it enough for my mouth to easily brush over his, making his body freeze. “My head’s fine,” I tell him with another kiss.
“Good.” He sighs in relief before his lips press down on mine and his tongue swipes over my parted lips, demanding entry. As soon as I let him in, though, he pulls away to look down at me, our faces only an inch or two apart.
“What are we doing here, Zoe?” Winston asks.
“I think it’s called…kissing,” I say, demonstrating the action again.
“I’m being serious,” he says.
“I am too,” I tell him as I slip my hands up under his t-shirt to get to his warm abs that are even harder and more chiseled than before. That small touch is all it takes for him to start getting harder a little lower, right on top of my stomach.
When I pop the button on his jeans, Winston groans and presses himself down onto me. “I thought you said you were never gonna fuck me again.”
“I did,” I respond as I lower the zipper on his jeans. “But then you apologized and said you were in love with me. So, I forgive you.” I give his bulge a squeeze through his jeans, making his eyes slam shut as he curses.
When his dark gaze locks with mine again, he says, “Once won’t be enough for me this time.”
“Me either,” I keep massaging him teasingly through the denim while my pussy clenches and weeps, wanting to have him inside of me as many times as possible. “Good thing I’m staying here for a few more days.”
“You’re not leaving until we deal with those fuckers at the studio.”
“How long will that take?” I ask.
“As long as it fucking takes.”
“Then I’ll stay as long as it takes…if you make it worth my while.”
Winston’s mouth crashes down on mine, his tongue plunging forcefully into my mouth, letting me know he’s accepted the challenge and is more than up to making the next few days good for me.
His hands work fast, yanking my shirt up and over my head. He then balls it up and shoves it under me, making it into a pillow. I’m not wearing a bra, like usual around Winston to torment him. He squeezes the shit out of both my breasts, like it’s payback and he wants to hurt me, but it only feels good. In fact, I think I love his punishments, especially when he spanked my ass in the garage…
“Take your bottoms off while I put on a condom,” Winston orders against my lips before he sits back on his knees to shrug out of his leather cut. After reaching behind him to tug his shirt off, he reaches into his jeans pocket to find a foil wrapper.
My shorts and panties only go to my thighs since Winston’s still straddling me.
He’s already got his jeans shoved down, the condom out of the wrapper, and is rolling it down his thick length.
“That’s far enough,” he tells me. “I just need to get inside of you right fucking now.” He rubs his head back and forth through my slit, then pushes forward. Even with my legs still together, he doesn’t meet any resistance, thanks to how slick I am. “Oh fuck,” he groans as he slides a few more inches inside. “You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasp as he fills up the emptiness that’s missed him for so damn long.
“I swear I’ll lick your sweet pussy all night, but my cock has waited too fucking long for this.” Winston grabs my hands from his waist and pins them above my head, his face hovering above mine again as our lower bodies join completely and it’s impossible for us to be any closer. “God, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” he says. “And for the next few days, you’re mine.”
I bite down on my lip before I can blurt out something stupid, like that I gave him my virginity because I wanted to be his forever.
Winston pulls back and then slams forward again with a groan. “Fuck yes. So damn good,” he grunts. “Every time I fuck you the rest of the week, it’s going to be with your sexy legs together, making your pussy just as tight as the very first time.”
“Yes, please, Winston,” I moan as I lift my hips to meet his forceful thrusts. His big cock feels so good, like it hits even deeper and better than all the men who couldn’t come close to taking his place.
His grip on my wrists above my head tighten as his heavy body moves faster but he doesn’t kiss me. It would be impossible at the moment to keep our mouths together with his urgent thrusts, but what he does is even better. His eyes are locked on mine, watching me, seeing me and showing me the emotions he kept hidden the first night we were together. And what his eyes reveal takes my breath away. They say more than his words ever could—how much he cares about me, missed me, and yeah…there’s some lingering anger in them too, for not coming back sooner and for taking my clothes off for photos.
I don’t blame him. I want to kick my own ass for not coming home before this week, for holding a grudge and staying pissed at him for so long.
No, I want Winston to punish me for the time we were apart. I want his big hands smacking my ass so hard it hurts to sit again. But I have to admit that having him fuck me like this—riding me when I’m unable to touch his amazing, muscular body or wrap my legs around his hips to urge him faster—feels pretty good too. Each pump of his powerful hips drives his pelvis against my clit, sending pleasurable jolts through me that make me gasp and moan.
I squirm underneath him as much as he’ll let me, which isn’t much, trying to get more pressure on that needy bundle of nerves as he hammers away inside of me.
“Harder to get off with a rubber on, isn’t it?” Winston asks and I nod my agreement. “How dare you let me fuck you bareback your first time? You ruined sex for me and for yourself that night, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” I whine as he lets my wrists go to pull his cock free and teases me with just the tip occasionally brushing against my entrance.