the first time willy takes you it’s during the dead of summer, darkness blanketing the clean, linen draped bedroom of the sweden house.

your back is damp with heat and excretion, already half way to a long nights sleep from the hour of foreplay—willy bringing you to one, three or maybe even five orgasms with skillful fingertips and mouth. honestly, you’ve lost count, mind gone numb and foggy with pleasure and that greedy need for more.

the sheets feel cool against your skin, soft like new silk against the sunburn you sustained from lounging by the pool all day, where you were wearing nothing but a tiny bikini that did nothing but drive willy wild—sporting a semi under his white trunks for the entirety of the afternoon. he had dragged you onto his lap before dinner then, shoved his swimsuit down his damp thighs until his cock sprung free, mushroom tip hitting your dewey lips before you took him entirely into your warm mouth, tasting chlorine and the salt of pre-cum, sucking him until spent.

the thought of it now is enough to have you blinking the bleariness from your eyes. you watch him, your chest bare and heaving. willy is bent between your legs, plump lips placing soft, slow kisses up your body. nips at your thighs until your gasp, licks a stripe by your belly button, making your arch into it.

your lashes brush your cheeks as you keep watching, heat washing over your skin as his beard tickles against your ribs. the feeling makes you giggle despite the way your hips wiggle searching for pleasure. your clit catch his leg, and your giggle transitions into a whine—desperate.

willy’s mouth detaches from the fleshy underside of your breast, an amused half smirk on his face. he looks at you like you’re something precious, his own personal doll, and just that alone makes you whimper again—soft yet echoing through the bedroom.

“what’s so funny?” he murmurs, but without waiting for answer—because in all honesty, he doesn’t need one—he surges back down and takes your peaked nipple into his mouth. suckling and swirling around the rosy bud like he’s done it a million times before.

the half assed response you’d been saying quickly turns into a moan. carding your hand through his grown out hair, your scratch at his scalp and grip the strands like your life depends on it. you can smell his expensive shampoo and pool water, and it’s mouth watering in a way you can’t explain.

eventually, he continues the path up your body, leaving hot, open mouthed kisses up your sternum and across your collarbones. you hide in the crook of his neck when he surfaces, letting out little gasps, full body shuttering with anticipation.

with a firm yet tender hand, he pulls your face back to his, eyes locking through the dark. willy smiles, “so fuckin pretty,” he murmurs. “you tired hunny?”

you pout automatically, shaking your head instinctively. “need more,” you beg, “need you willy.”

he raises a brow, almost surprised. because this hasn’t happened yet. he hasn’t been inside you, not in the way he yearns for. but here you are, in his families european home, naked and barred for his eyes only. perfect, all and only for him.

“yeah?” he’s already pushing your thighs further apart with his own, keeping you spread. the glow from the alarm clock beside catches your folds, glistening and prepped for his cock. the sight has him groaning, raw and unfiltered, balls twitching impatiently.

you can feel him, hot and heavy, bobbing against your clit. not enough to be satisfying—god, not even close—but just enough to drive you crazy. just enough to have your pussy fluttering along with your belly.

your eyes dart down then, and the pure swell of him feels overwhelming. thick in all the right places, tip coloured and angry pink and glistening with the combination of his pre cum and the arousal spread over your mound. his balls look heavy, full of seed that you crave inside of you—fill you up until your big and round.

it feels more intimidating now. between your trembling thighs. you think back to this afternoon, his length heavy on your tongue. the head of him nearing the back of your throat—making you gag and cry and thighs clench desperately.

“willy,” whining, your eyes dart back up to his, “I don’t know if it’ll fit. ‘s too big.”

and if that isn’t an ego boost, willy doesn’t know what is. he reaches down, two thick fingers collecting some of your arousal, making you gasp quietly. he slicks his length with it, from base to tip, up and down until the sound becomes sloppy and obscene.

the corner of his mouth quirks in a smirk as he guides the head of his cock to your entrance, notching it there, not yet pushing inside your greedy little pussy.