Page 106 of Westin

“Please, sir,” I gasp.

He grips my breast, teasing my nipple with his thumb. “Do you want to come?”

I nod hard.

He pulls out and rolls to the ground beside me. I shift back, unsure what he wants until he moves me to straddle his face.

“Grind yourself,” he orders.

“What?”

He lifts me up, bringing me up to his chest. “Grind that sweet, wet pussy on my face, darling. Get yourself off into my mouth.”

Arousal rushes through me like I did a shot of whiskey. I don’t know how to do this, but he’s already pulling me over his face. He’s already groaning and dragging his tongue over my sex in hungry strokes.

The heat of the fire on my side is nothing on the inferno between my legs. He holds me steady. Slowly, I start riding him the way I did in the chair. It must be right, because when I look over my shoulder, he’s rock hard.

Pleasure builds quickly. It starts like a little itch, and I have to grind on his mouth to scratch it. Then, it’s warmth, it’s fire. It’s a flood and he’s licking me like he’s starving while I come against his face.

My body goes weak as my orgasm ebbs. I push myself down until I straddle his hips. His cock twitches beneath my thigh.

He runs a hand over his face. “Fuck, girl, I could drink you neat.”

He’s so filthy, and I melt for it every time. My nails drag down his chest, marking him.

“Take me the way you like,” I whisper.

There’s no argument. He carries me to the bed, and I fall to my back. Then, he’s between my legs and buried so deep inside me, I cry out from the shock.

The bed slams into the wall. I feel everything in his body crashing into mine. All the heartache. The separation. His frustration. Pounding into me again and again.

He thrusts into me one last time, and inside, where I’m tender from his roughness, I feel him twitch. His lids flicker, his spine arches. Then he lets out a soft “fuck” and goes still.

There’s a sharp twinge in my stomach as he pulls out. I try to bite back my gasp, but he hears it.

“You alright?” he asks.

“Yes,” I whisper.

He leans over and turns on the lamp. I look down and freeze. Red streaks his lower abdominals and my thighs. We both go quiet, shocked by the sudden scent of metal.

“Oh,” I say.

“Well, you won’t get pregnant,” he says.

Is that a note of disappointment? He gets up and disappears into the bathroom, coming back with a dark towel.

“I haven’t had my period since right after we slept together last,” I say.

“That was weeks ago.”

I nod. “I think…I think my body feels safe now.”

He looks at me with an unreadable expression. Then, he leans in and kisses me hard, like he wants to sear my mouth to his forever. I fall back as he eases me down, kissing my neck, moving lower to trace it around my navel and kiss each hip bone. Then, he goes lower, and I jerk back.

“What are you doing?”

He looks up, cocking his head. “Eating you out.”

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