Page 44 of Vengeance

“Well?”

Against his better judgment, he stands. It’s been a while since he last had a woman, and he can appreciate her direct approach, even if he can’t respect her manipulative ways. “We’re fucking.”

“Oh, thank God. I was half worried you were gay.”

Her hand slips into his, and he brings her back to the room in the clubhouse designated for screwing. At some point, West hopes Psycho moves forward with plans to rebuild the clubhouse and provide everyone their own rooms, not just officers. Like Griffin’s Beach. It makes it a hell of a lot easier to take a woman in the clubhouse because he knows where his sheets have been. Assuming he does this again. Communal rooms gross him out.

“I’m the furthest thing from gay, baby,” he says and shuts the door behind him.

The look of the disheveled bed makes him itch. Ever since his army days, he can’t handle the uncleanliness, which is usually why he stays far from the club bunnies. He knows it’s a side effect he came home with after being overseas, but he doesn’t care enough to analyze the hell out of it. Especially in this present moment.

Dropping to his knees, he lifts her skirt and finds her bodysuit conveniently has no crotch to it.

Diane giggles. “Normally, I’m the one on my knees.”

“Figured I’d show you how much I like pussy since you had doubts.”

His tongue flicks against her exposed clit, and within seconds, she’s swollen and needy. Her hand grips at his hair while her hips tilt. “Oh, yes, right there.”

Sliding his hands up her thin thighs, he massages his thumbs on either side of her clit while his tongue swirls, first clockwise and then counterclockwise.

“Oh, shit,” she pants, and her fingernails claw into his scalp. “That’s... wow.”

Taking her back to the room, he hadn’t known what to expect, but the moment he tasted her, he knew he wanted it all. She tastes like heaven. Sweet. He’d never let himself get taken in by any of the bunnies in the past, but he’s glad he decided to do this tonight.

Taking her into his mouth, his right hand slips down to slide two fingers inside her ready sex. She’s tighter than he expects, and she’s hot and wet.

“Fuck me,” she groans, her body shaking as she pulls as much as she can at his short hair. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

His fingers slide in and out of her quickly, and he releases his mouth to grind his palm against her clit. To his surprise, a gush of liquid soaks his hand. Diane’s a squirter. He’s never encountered one before, and he feels like he just stumbled upon a unicorn.

“What the hell?” she asks, her voice breathy, and she looks down at his hand. “Was that me?”

West laughs. “It wasn’t me.”

“No shit? I’ve never done that before.”

“Glad I could bring you to that,” he says.

Her hands grab his shoulders and guide him to stand. She takes his place, falling to her knees, and unfastens his jeans before sliding them down with his boxers. Her eyes widen, and she smirks.

“I’m not as long as most expect with my height, but I definitely make up for it another way,” he says.

More than once, women have made comments about how they expected him to be larger. Well, longer. But he has yet to find a woman who can fit her hand completely around his cock. From what he’s experienced, girth does more than length does for a woman, so he doesn’t mind being average in that one way.

“This looks fun,” Diane says and wraps her lips around him.

As her head bobs along his length, he stares at her, pleasing him with her mouth. It’s been so long since he was last with someone, and he wants to soak it up to replay later when he’s alone. But as hot as it seemed at first, Diane starts with the noises. She moans and groans, and he looks around to see if he can find any cameras set up in the corner recording because it sounds like she’s playing it up for porn, not pleasure.

His hand reaches down and stills her, and she releases him. Her eyes look into his, and she asks, “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t need the theatrics.”

She tilts her head. “Theatrics? You don’t want to hear how much I enjoy sucking you off?”

“Not when it’s forced. It’s actually a turn off. I’ve never wanted to star in porn, and I can take care of myself just fine if you find this to be a tedious task.”

Her eyebrows lift onto her forehead. “You only want to hear sounds if they’re genuine pleasure?”

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