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“Fuck, West.”
I add a second finger on the next stroke in and twist, gliding into her so easily. She whimpers as I fill her, slow and steady.
“Atta girl. Make a mess on my hand. I fucking love it,” I grit out, draping one of her knees over my shoulder as I continue working her cunt. “How many times should I make you come today? Tell me.”
Her eyes snap to mine, body rocking gently against the hood of the truck. “Sometimes I’m slow. Like, it can take a while. So don’t worry if I don’t?—”
“Oh, fuck yeah.” I grin, adding my thumb to her clit. “I love a challenge.”
Then I drop my head between her legs and get to work on orgasm number one.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
SKYLAR
West putshis mouth on me, and I melt into nothing. My hands fly into his hair, my legs wrap around his shoulders.
My mind goes blank, and my bones disintegrate in my body.
All at once, he’s everywhere and everything, and I am just eager moans and desperate pants and lost in his touch.
“Oh my god…” I shimmy closer and pull him tighter, trying to smother him without remorse.
Two fingers fuck my pussy. Harsh and hard.
But his tongue. His fucking mouth. Firm yet soft. Hungry yet steady.
“West. West,” I pant his name.
I chanthis name like it’s a hymn, and I’m worshipping at his altar.
He is mind-bending.
Has been since day one. But this… “This is unlike anything I’ve ever?—”
“That’s because you’ve been too busy fucking clueless pretty boys, fancy face,” he mutters, nipping firmly at my inner thigh.
I try not to cringe over the fact that I swapped from an internal monologue to an external one. I cover by pulling hishead back to my core, spreading my legs, and dropping my knees as wide as they can go on the truck’s warm hood.
“Look at you.” He licks his lips, eyes dragging over my body so languidly that I swear my skin burns in their path. “Fucking delicious.”
I almost combust on the spot.
It’s public and primal and thrilling. Us, right here, right now, where anyone could see. The petty, little bitch inside me wishes Bree would pull up now and see firsthand the way West glowsfor me. The way he couldn’t even wait to get inside before devouring me.
The flash of jealousy makes me grind on West’s hand, his thumb darting over my clit in response. “More.”
His brow quirks before he stares down between my legs. The way he looks at me, like he’s memorizing everything, makes me want to hide and beg for more, all at once. “Of the best pussy I’ve ever tasted?” Another swipe to my clit. “What a fucking treat, Skylar. Might just keep you like this all week.”
“On your truck?” I joke.
“No, on your back with your legs spread for me.”
“Fuck,” I hiss.
He drops his head, and I feel his rough chuckle against my wetness. “And screaming my name while you come.”
With that, his mouth suctions onto my clit, and his fingers curl inside my body. What usually takes a fair amount of coaxing is bearing down on me in a hot, bright flash. The telltale full-body flush, the tingling pressure coiling behind my hip bones. Followed by the blistering shock of my body breaking apart, cracking and shattering as I scream his name.
