I inhaled sharply and arched my back, pushing it farther into his mouth, a fact he took advantage of. He sucked so hard that it should have been painful, but all it did was turn me on to the point that my pussy was clenching again and again in desperation.
“Now,” I struggled to breathe out, running my fingers up the back of his head and into his thick, dark hair. “Now, what are you thinking?”
He released my nipple and leaned up, positioning his mouth over mine. “Thinking that’s exactly what you want me to do. Isn’t it, angel?”
I didn’t respond for a moment. Lust and common sense warred inside me, but inevitably, as I had known it would, my body’s insane desires for him won the battle, and to the beat of my pounding heart, I nodded.
“Say it.” He flexed his hips against me, grinding his cock against me.
The seam of my jeans rubbed against my clit, and I moaned. He chuckled, doing it again. And again, so I clutched his hair.
“What’s the matter, angel? Can’t talk?”
He was using his allure as a stripper on me, and I didn’t mind a bit, even if my answer was another moan as he gyrated his hips to a silent melody.
“Don’t want me to?” He stilled.
But I couldn’t talk, dangerously close to the edge of an orgasm.
He replaced my bra cup with a rough, “Gotcha.” Then he let me go, sitting up, and removed my leg from behind him.
He was—what?
No.
No way.
I sat up too, shrugged my kimono off, and threw it to the side. I caught him right before he could stand. I dragged him back by his shirt and sat on top of him before he could move again. I cupped his face and kissed him hard, flicked my tongue across the seam of his lips, and said, “I want you to fuck me, West. Hard. Until I can’t breathe. Until I’m screaming your name.”
He cupped my ass and stood easily, his crazy strength making it easy to lift me as I crossed my legs at the bottom of his back. “Mia...” he murmured, carrying me into the house. “My dirty little angel. I’ll do more than fuck you until you just scream my name. I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll be screaming my name so loudly the whole damn neighborhood is gonna hear you come all over my cock.”
“Dare you,” I said against his mouth, grasping the back of his neck. I bit my cheek as the stairs made his cock rock against my clit, which sent more sparks of desire through me.
We reached the top, and he shoved a door halfway along the hall open. He carried me into the room so certainly, so strongly, that it wasn’t a surprise when he threw me on the bed so hard that I bounced a couple of times.
He climbed on top of me, pulling my legs around his waist, and kissed me. I lost myself in the magic of his mouth, sliding my hands beneath his shirt and pulling it over his shoulders until he threw it onto the floor. I ran my hands over his body, dipping my fingertips through every muscle ridge and over every inch of his perfect skin.
“Told you you’d come to me,” he rasped against my neck, swirling the tip of his tongue in tiny circles. “Despite everything. Knew you’d give in.”
“Cocky bastard,” I whispered, pressing my hips up to his.
“Confident,” he fired back, moving down my body. He pulled me up and lifted my shirt over my head, swiftly making my bra follow it.
“Cocky.” It was definitely cocky.
He smiled, flicking his tongue over my nipple a few times before going to the other. Then back to the first, and over to the second again. I moaned, digging my fingertips into his shoulders. His laugh against my skin was deep and melodic, raspy and sexy, and he eased back, kissing down my stomach, until he had his fingers in my belt loops.
He tugged, peeling my jeans over my hips and my butt, right down my legs and over my ankles. He tossed them to the floor, too. Then he stood, undressing himself from his remaining clothes. Harshly, he yanked me down the bed so my ass was on the edge and my knees were hooked over his shoulders. The kisses he peppered along the inside of my thigh made my hips buck as desperation made my clit ache and throb.
West kissed me through the lace of my thong. His probing tongue combined with the roughness of the material rubbing against my clit felt so good, more intense than anything I’d ever felt. He teased me that way, flattening his hand against my lower stomach. Every time I tried to pull away from his mouth, he would tug me right back until he finally moved my underwear to the side and kissed me properly.
His tongue relentlessly explored my pussy, and I went from breathing too quick to barely breathing at all. Sweat slicked my skin as my body took over and moved my hips in a quick rhythm. He stilled, holding me there as I fucked his face, my body pleading for release. I was tight everywhere, desperate for it, begging him for more, and he read it perfectly, sliding one finger inside me and thrusting it until that combined with his tongue against my clit set my body alight with a wave of pleasure.