Page 63 of Alfie: Part Two

Then he pushed in hard, and I literally had to bite down on my arm as the fiery sting blazed through me.

“Okay, back to Antwon,” he declared. “Can you incorporate that?”

I muffled a whimper against my arm, and he kept speeding up. Soon, he nudged my arm and guided one of my hands to my cock, and he gripped my hips tightly and fucking railed me. Quick, painful, sharp thrusts that drove me fucking bonkers.

The sound of his pelvis hitting my ass cheeks filled the air, and I stroked myself off at the same pace.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I lost the fucking plot. The punishing thrusts stole my focus, and I stopped hearing nonsense from a one-sided phone meeting—thank God.

Arching my back and pushing against him, it took all my power not to cry out. And I became so fucking torn because I could feel the pressure build up so fast, catapulting me into an ocean of bliss, all the while…I didn’t want it to be over.

“Fuck,” I whimpered.

It didn’t fucking matter what I wanted. He was chasing my orgasm for me, and I was getting there.

“Yup,” he bit out, breathless. “I’m here—but give me a moment. I have to sign a document here. I’ll be right back.”

The second he let go and groaned, something was unleashed within me. I begged under my breath, like a needy little whore, and his labored breaths, hearing how close he was, pushed me over the edge.

“That’s it, baby boy. Get it all.”

I pressed my mouth to my arm and moaned breathlessly as the pleasure took over.

I came on the floor in several bursts, and I thanked whatever deity it wasn’t carpet.

Holy fuck.

I scrunched my face together as he slammed into me a final time.

I was done. I needed a nap. Or a visit to the hospital. Fucking hell.

West blew out a heavy breath, only to inhale deeply. And it was followed by, “All right, I’m back.”

Yeah, well, I wasn’t. There was a couch in the corner with my name on it. I’d deserved a power nap.

That following Friday, we drove Trip and Ellie over to my folks for a sleepover. Ma was bored out of her mind and needed a shot of kiddie madness from Ellie, and Trip always took the opportunity to be spoiled rotten with food and fussing.

West and I stayed in the city, because we had dinner plans with Kellan and Shan. They’d invited us over to their swanky penthouse in Rittenhouse Square.

“When we first moved out here, they lived separately in the same building where I have my so-called office today,” I said.

“So they went from ‘very nice’ to ‘Christ, even I could imagine living here.’”

I chuckled and pressed the button for the twenty-first floor. “Imagine Trip’s face if we told him there’d be no pool.”

Fuck it, even I wanted a backyard. We’d see if the one on Wister was good next week. We were going to a showing on Tuesday. Four bedrooms, a big but cozy den, kitchen and separate dining room, home office, nice pool, and a big bonus, a two-car garage with a large guest studio on top.

I unbuttoned my jacket and smoothed down my vest, looking damn hot tonight in West’s favorite color combination. Dark-blue vest and pants, gray button-down, and new shoes and belt that matched the brown leather strap of the watch he’d given me.

“Iwould fuck me,” I said in the mirror.

West smiled and kissed my temple. “Sorry, I don’t share.”

I grinned.

The elevator dinged, and we stepped out hand in hand, and there was no risk of getting lost. There were only three condos up here to choose from.

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