"Oh my sweet angel, did you really think I was going to give it to you so easily? Anyways, when I let you cum, it's going to be from my cock, not my fingers."
Willow never expected to escape from her own personal hell, but now shes experiencing her...
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My angel had sent me a text this morning to meet her at the end of her driveway, it confused me but I agreed nonetheless.
Just like she had asked I've worn nothing expensive, well, normal expensive in my life. But unfortunately for her all of my cars cost me a decent amount of money. I chose an SUV with tinted windows, its new and the media don't know that I own it.
When they go looking for me they look out for my other cars, this one goes unnoticed and I need that for today.
As I pull up I don't even have time to get out and open her door for her as she's already in the passenger seat putting on her seatbelt, "That's my job you know?" I smirk looking over to her, wearing an oversized hoodie and some shorts that show off her gorgeously sculpted legs.
"Sorry, I was just excited" She admits sheepishly, rubbing and twisting her fingers in her lap nervously, I hold grab onto her left hand and bring it to my lips placing a kiss on her knuckles, her cheeks turn bright red as she breaks eye contact with me, so fucking cute.
I don't think I'll ever get sick of watching her skin turn bright red at the simplest of words.
"Don't be sorry angel. You look perfect by the way", I watch as she chews on her bottom lip finally bringing those eyes back to mine, "Thank you, so do you" She replies quietly, fuck I love watching her squirm under my gaze, "let's go shall we?".
The drive is just over an hour out of the city, as she's asked I've planned to do things I enjoy, which is, if I'm honest just exploring new towns I've never been too, I also enjoy the ocean so I chose a town on the coast.
I hooked my phone up to the blutooth and played a random playlist as we drove, I didn't let go of her hand after I kissed it, if I have a choice in the matter I'll never let go. I have this overwhelming sense of needing to feel her and touch her, her mere presence bringing peace into my life. She's addicting and is quickly becoming my new favourite drug.
I find it hard to concerntairt on the road, I keep finding myself looking over to her, her face brightly lit by the morning sun as we pass buildings, it's almost like she's never seen the city and towns before. She will also randomly sing along to the songs quietly or nod her head to the beat of them, I keep a mental note of the songs she seems to enjoy listening to, I'll have to make her a playlist for our car drives.
"Are you nervous?" I ask, noticing her leg bouncing ever so slighty, she turns away from the window and looks at me, "A little bit" She admits slightly squeezing my hand, at least she's honest.
"Do you want to know a secret?" I ask, hoping what I'm about to say will calm her nerves, I don't want her to feel nervous, I want her to be calm, relaxed, and happy.
She nods her head still looking at me, "I'm fucking nervous" That's not a lie, I'm low-key shitting myself. I've never been on a date before, shit I even had to call my ma and ask her questions about what to wear and do, not that she was much help all she did was bombard me with questions.
'When are you bringing her here so I can meet her?', 'Who is she?', 'Where did you find her?', 'When will you give me grandbabies?'
I was planning on buying her flowers this morning but I figured that they'd die after being out all day, so I decided to buy them at the end, that way they have the best chance of surviving.
"Why are you nervous?" She asks squeezing my hand a little once more, "I've never been on a date before" I shrug, I'm terrified I'll fuck this up, it's not like I'd let her run if I did, whether she wants it or not she is mine, now, and forever.
I refuse to let go of her, the mere thought of it enrages me, it's illegal to kidnap people and hold them hostage but if she left, I'd fucking do it. I'd lock her away until she agreed to be with me, am I toxic and obsessive? Probably, but I'm also headstrong, and once I want something I will stop at absolutely nothing until I have it, and I want, no, I need her.
I need to wake up to her in the morning, I need to feel the warmth and softness of her skin, I need to smell her vanilla perfume, I need to look into her eyes each morning and night, I need her to be happy and safe with me, I need her more than I need oxygen at this point.
I don't care how desperate and pathetic I sound right now, but I know my angel, my Willow, is the other half of my life I had been waiting for, as soon as our eyes met I knew it, I can only pray she knows it too.
She stays silent before I hear her laugh, "You don't need to lie to me to make me feel better" She finally responds, "I'm serious angel, never done this before" I respond, I wonder why she doesn't believe the words I'm telling her? Do I act like a manwhore?
"Why me?" She asks slightly taken back, 'Why me?' the question swirls around in my head, because you're fucking perfection? Because I felt this undeniable pull towards you through a fucking phone screen? Because when I first saw you in person no one else in the room seemed to exist, because the whole fight all I could do was take quick glances in your direction, hoping that you were impressed by me?
Rather than confessing what's rolling around in my brain, I decided to answer simply. "Figured I should at least try to woo you before I put a ring on your finger" I wink quickly looking over to her, poor thing, her face had only just returned to its natural colour and now it's burning up again.
She giggles at my answer and like usual, it's pure fucking bliss to hear. "At least you're honest" She replies with a joking tone in her voice, but little does she know I'm not joking in the slightest, this woman will be my wife, mark my words.
