I'm Yours

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Willow's POV:

"I want to go to this pop up shop, but I don't think I brought enough money to splurge. Then again, papa would transfer me some if I asked. But I don't wanna ask him for anything else since he already granted us with this wonderful trip. Fuck, I'm acting like such a brat," I groan, letting my head fall back against the pillow as I continue to rake my fingers through Flynn's dark brown waves.

He was lying on top of me with his cheek squished against my chest. His deep laugh makes me smile, and I know I'm blushing like crazy.

"You are a brat," he mumbles into my chest.

"You're not supposed to agree with me," I sulk jokingly.

He then moves himself off my chest, his hands placed at the spaces beside my head. His hair falls forward and his rich brown eyes look at me with warmth.

"I'm sorry," he says, lowering his head and placing a gentle kiss on my lips. "I just like teasing you."

I lock eyes with him, before crashing my lips onto his. They slowly find their rhythm, before moulding perfectly together.

"I like it," I smile through our kiss.

"Good, cause I wasn't planning on stopping," he says.

He then enters his tongue in my mouth. My tongue and his soon begin to swirl together, moving in unison. I soon feel his strong hand grip my thigh as he positions his body in between my legs.

"Flynn," I whisper, feeling his hardness against me.

"Ms. Skyes?" He replies, a grin tugging at his lips.

I just study his gorgeous fucking face, and he smiles. His teeth making me jealous from how nice his canines are. I don't know if that's a weird thing to say, but I fucking love how sharp they are.

"When are you going to fuck me?" I ask, raising my hips to him.

"Stop that," he groans, pressing down on my lower stomach.

"I asked a question," I say.

"Willow I'm not going to fuck you. You already know this. I'm going to make love to you," he says.

"Fuck me," I say again, pouting my lips.

"No," he whispers against my lips before kissing them with passion.

Fuck, he's so annoying. Fine as fuck, but annoying.

"Flynn please," I whine. "Fuck me," I say barely above a whisper.

"No," he shakes his head.

"Fuck me," I mouth.

"Fuck," he mumbles, staring at my lips. "Fuck, no baby. No."

"Why? Am I ugly to you? Are you not attracted to me?" I ask, widening my eyes at him.

"Willow, stop that right now. You know that you drive my dick crazy, and you know that I want you. More than anything, but no matter how many times you ask. I'm not going to fuck you. Our first time will be special. You're special."

Damn you Flynn Dawson. I thought my puppy dog eyes would do the trick, but you are much stronger than I thought.

"You're so annoying," I whine, pushing him off me.

"I know," he says, pulling me on top of him.

I'm now straddling his lap, and his hands are cupping my ass. He tilts his head at me with his contagious smile and I can't help but blush.

"I fucking hate you Flynn," I groan, biting his chest jokingly.

"Thank you," he says, his laugh rumbling through his chest.