Page 106 of Wild Eyes
Much to my surprise, my body perks up at the idea. “Okay,” I exclaim with an excessive amount of enthusiasm.
“Now who is whose biggest fan?” He nips at my earlobe, and I let loose a giddy giggle before blushing. I internally admonish myself for being down this bad already.
Air rushes between us as he draws away, and when he slides out of me, I feel empty. Like I want him back.
I turn to watch him roll the condom from his length. He catches me staring, and with a smug look, he takes the rubber and tosses it on top of my ripped panties.
His cum oozes onto the fabric and my jaw drops. “Rude.”
All I get back from him is an amused laugh as he buckles his jeans back up. “Then why are you glaring at your underwear like you’re jealous of them?”
I shrug and bite down on the smile that still breaks through. “Maybe I am.”
“Fuck, Sky.” His eyes fall to my still-exposed breasts. “You shouldn’t put ideas like that in my head.”
I reach for the ties on my dress, attempting—and failing—to retie them with post-orgasm shaky hands.
“Don’t bother,” he grumbles, batting my hand away gently. “I’m gonna come on those next.”
Then West hefts me into his arms. He lifts me with remarkable ease, and I squeal when I leave the ground. His boots eat up the ground as he carries me to the front door like an eager caveman. And I tell him as much. I’m laughing when he crosses the threshold into his house.
He stops only to kiss me. Soundly. Mouth hard on mine. Like we’re sealing whatever this is with a promise.
And I’ve never felt more cherished.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
WEST
“How many, Skylar?”I huff against her ear, feeling all at once more accomplished and more exhausted than I ever have.
She mumbles something from beneath where her arm is slung over her face. But we both know that was number five.
She’s naked and splayed across my kitchen counter like a fucking smorgasbord. And I’ve enjoyed every inch.
“Please feed me. I might die if you make me come again,” she pants, chest heaving. There are hickeys all over her tits, and her legs are trembling where they’re propped against the stone. Her pussy is wet and puffy, and if she didn’t look so fucking good like this, I’d feel bad.
We’ve put each other through our paces, and there’s not a single regret in sight.
“Feed you this?” I lift my cock—hardened from taking in how thoroughly fucked she looks right now—and run it through her tender center.
She laughs at first, but gasps when she feels my bare flesh against hers.
“God, it would feel so good to fuck you bare. Blow in this tight, little cunt and watch it drip out.”
Her body shakes with a chuckle as I swipe through once more, groaning and torturing myself. “You’re all talk, Weston Belmont.”
“Okay, little missI’m slow to finishwho’s been coming on my cock for the past couple of hours.”
“You should do it.”
I freeze. “Pardon me?”
She peeks at me from between her fingers now. “I’d like that, I think. Bare. I’ve never not used a condom. I need to get back on the pill.”
“Fuck, Sky.” I look down at us, already touching. I could shove myself in so easily. “Don’t tempt me.”
She spreads her legs and wraps them around my lower back with a knowing grin on her face.
