Chapter 1
JD
Willa’s leaning over me, and her long brown hair falls forward. The silky strands caress my shoulders and cause a tremble down my body. I reach up and push her hair back, needing to see her face. Her big blue eyes are staring back at me, and I know it’s the same look I’m giving her. It’s all new to both of us. The feel of skin against skin, her curves against my hardened body. She smiles at me, and it softens the edges of my hard heart. I’ve thought about this moment for years. Willa is all I’ve thought about, and now finally, here we are. Just the two of us, learning, sharing, and loving each other.
She leans into me farther, her bare breasts gently touching me. She moves, gliding softly against me so her hard, peaked nipples brush against my chest. I take a deep breath and hold it. Already being like this with Willa is too much for me. I can feel my balls draw up, and I’m ready to explode.
I lean up and kiss her soft lips as my hands trail down to cup her large breasts. She arches her back, pushing into me as if she’s seeking my touch. I groan into her mouth and slide my hands down her back and cup each cheek of her ass, holding her to me so her wet folds are pressed to my lower belly. My hard cock rubs against the crease of her ass, and she pushes back against me. Precum oozes out of my tip, and I lift my hips to paint it onto her backside. I know I won’t last once I’m inside her tight, virginal cunt.
My heart is hammering in my chest, and I take a deep breath to try and calm myself. Willa Banks... in my bed and in my arms. I never would have believed it could be possible. I’ve loved her since high school when I was the fat, dumpy high schooler with no future. Even though she wasn’t interested in me, I couldn’t get her out of my head, and now here we are. Four years later and she’s about to be mine.
She pulls back to look at me as if she senses my thoughts are somewhere else. She doesn’t need to worry, though, because my thoughts are always about her. Whether it’s from high school or the days I’ve stalked her on her job, when I’m out on the football field or now, she’s all I ever think about.
“Are you okay?” I ask her.
It’s obvious she’s nervous. To tell the truth, so am I. Four years of longing, wanting something I thought I’d never have. Already, it’s better than I ever imagined, and I don’t want it to end.
She laughs almost shyly. “I’m okay.” She pushes back on me again. “The question is are you okay?”
I answer her with a groan, “I’ll be better when I’m inside you.”
She nods and lets out a little breath. “Okay.”
I keep one hand on her ass to keep her firmly planted against me, and the other I wrap around her neck, bringing her down until we’re so close I can feel her breath on my cheek. “It may hurt for a minute, but then I’m going to make you feel so good. I promise.”
She nods, and I bring her the rest of the way down so our lips meet. Kissing Willa is an addiction for me. I press my tongue to her lips, and she opens them, allowing me entrance. I sweep in, our tongues dueling. It’s as if we can’t get enough of each other.
She lifts her lower body, and it takes a minute for my mind to register what’s happening when all of a sudden she reaches between us and wraps her hand around my girth, guiding my cock to her entrance. She holds on to me tightly until the tip of my cock is fitted firmly in her entrance, and then her hands go to my chest to steady herself there. Our eyes meet, and I’m holding my breath in anticipation. Already she’s tight. Slowly, she lowers her hips, and my fingers dig into the soft skin at her waist. It’s like torture as my cock slowly slides inside her. “Fuck,” I groan, unable to hold it back. She’s so hot and wet, and it takes everything not to raise my hips and plow inside her.
She smiles at me, and in her eyes, I see that she knows exactly what she’s doing to me and how far gone I already am. Willa owns me. She has since the first day I walked into Knox High School all those years ago, and finally, fucking finally, she’s going to be mine.
I grip her tighter, and her body tautens against mine. She’s ready for me. She’s already squeezing me so fucking tightly, but I need it all. I won’t stop until I’m buried balls deep inside her and filling her with my cum. Fuck! I grunt as I lift my hips and pull her down, sheathing myself in her hot, slick channel.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
I wait for the ecstasy to fill my body, for the explosion to happen. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. It takes a minute for me to get any kind of clarity, but slowly, it comes to me. I’m in my bed. Alone.
My cock is so hard, and precum is dripping down my length. Fuck me. I groan. I was dreaming... again.
I wrap my hand around my cock and stroke it once, twice, and already I’m shooting cum onto my belly. The release is almost instant, but it’s not enough. It never is. The only time I’ll ever be satisfied is when I’m coming in Willa Banks’ tight channel and making her mine.
But after four years, I’m doubtful that’s ever going to happen.
I look at the mess I’d made and stumble out of bed, heading straight for the shower. I don’t even wait for the water to warm up, and I stand under the cold spray. It wakes me up, but I’m still thinking of Willa when I should be thinking of the game today. It’s a big game for the Knoxville Knights, a playoff game, and as their starting left tackle, I know I need to be ready and have my head clear.
The guys all joke around with me, telling me that I need to get laid, but I know that’s not the case. It’s hard going from the dumpy, fat kid to a professional athlete. Now everyone has an agenda, and it’s my money and fame they’re after. But none of that really matters. The truth is, there’s not one woman that makes me feel like Willa does. So many times I’ve asked myself, what if she saw me now? Would it make a difference? Would she want me like I am?
I know I can’t continue, not like this. As soon as this game is over today, I’m making a plan to seek her out. She doesn’t seem to be the type to care about things like this, but I don’t care if it’s my money or fame she’s after—if she’ll have me, I’m hers.
Chapter 2
Willa
I walk into my office at the Knoxville Daily News and set my bag on the side table and let out a breath of relief. I'm already caught up on my story that I needed to have done today for the local rotary club, so that means that I'll be able to hide out in my office and catch the Knoxville Knights game online.
Luckily, when I hired on as a junior reporter here, I got the tiny little office in the corner. It's barely the size of a closet. It fits only a desk and a chair with no room for visitors, but I'm not complaining. I'd much rather be here than out where all of the cubicles are and it's noisy and pure chaos. At least in here, I can work while watching the game. What I mean by watching the game is watching JD Ryan.
I barely sit in my chair before my boss is hollering for me across the office. I grab a pad of paper and my pen and walk over to his office. I catch all of the looks and snickers from my coworkers telling me that they know something that I don't, but I just smile at them. Of course, my boss is big and well, bossy, but I'm not afraid of him like half of these people are. He's usually pretty reasonable in his requests even if most the time he comes off as a bit growly and rude.