Page 42 of Bad News Babe

ALEXIS, AKA THE ORGASM JUNKIE

I’ve never been ina hotel room before. When West mentioned coming here, I was curious about the cool features like a swanky bathroom and solid air-conditioning. But now, I can only see him.

As his serene blue eyes study me, I admire his beautiful face. West really is the sun, shining even in the most mundane environments. I can’t imagine how attractive his parents must be to create such a striking man.

I kick off my shoes and run to the bathroom to make sure everything’s cleaned up. I got a little sweaty from running. Nothing seems out of place in the mirror. I’m pinker than usual, mostly from arousal. I can’t stop thinking about West’s size. So much naked flesh will soon be at my disposal!

Or maybe I’m supposed to let him take charge. Well, screw that! I need to touch things. Taste them, too! I’ve had fucking on my mind since West first kissed me.

I return to the room to find him looking out the window. He seems a little worried. Is he having second thoughts?

No, no, he just fears I’ll run. Helping out the poor guy, I tug off my black dress.

Swaying my hips, I murmur, “Can’t run away in my panties and bra.”

“No, I guess you can’t,” he says, sounding like something in his body just inflated beyond its maximum setting.

“Now, you strip down to your underwear.”

Cocking an eyebrow, he asks, “What makes you think I wear any?”

“Friction,” I reply, and he grins at the idea of his poor balls getting roughed up by his jeans.

West removes his shirt and tosses it on the dresser next to my dress. Then, he takes a step forward and smiles.

“Keep stripping,” I whisper, barely able to find my voice.

A smirk tugs at West’s tempting lips as he pops the button on his jeans. The fabric slides over his powerful hips and down his buff thighs before dropping to the floor. My completely unsubtle gaze locks on the bulging flesh hidden behind his black briefs.

“What if it doesn’t fit?” I ask and cup my pussy. “Can you still get off if you can’t shove most of it inside me?”

West grins wider. “Don’t worry about anything. I know exactly what to do. You can lie still if you want or control me like your puppet. Whatever you want is on the table. But don’t stress.”

Sharing his smile, I turn around. “Will you undo my bra? A guy tried once but did such a shitty job that I bailed on sex. I want to feel how it should be done.”

West’s fingers skim my freckled shoulders, leaving me covered in goose bumps. My toes dig into the carpeted floor as he teases my skin before brushing against the middle of my back. Each unfastened clasp acts like a pluck of my clit.

He gently tugs my bra straps until the fabric drops to the floor. I start to turn, but he holds me still. West slides my hair off my throat and leans down to kiss the tender flesh. I giggle like a dork, sounding stupid and horny. But how can I help myself? With so little effort, he’s already turned me to mush.

“You’re mine, Alexis,” he whispers against my ear before nipping the lobe. “I’ve been waiting a long time to make you feel good.”

My breath catches when his fingers trail down my arms before making a teasing detour to my tight nipples. I exhale unsteadily as his hands move to my panties.

For every inch he tugs down the fabric, West offers my newly bare skin a kiss. My pussy clenches painfully when his lips suck at my left butt cheek. The feel of his rough stubble against my sensitive skin wins a moan from my parted lips.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his words promising pleasure no other man could provide.

My underwear ends up around my ankles. I kick them away as if the very concept of clothes is an affront to what this generous beefcake offers.

Steadying me while he nips at my waist, his fingers move from my hips to my slit. I grip my tits and hold on for dear life as his thumb grazes my clit.

“West,” I whisper in an unfamiliar voice.

He moves around me as his lips leave wet kisses across my waist. I open my eyes and stare down at his sky-blue ones. He’s so calm. I think of his earlier words. I can do whatever I want. He’s in control yet willing to adjust to my needs.

Well, I hope he appreciates noise! I’m about to make some very weird sounds if his thumb keeps taunting my inexperienced clit.

“You want this,” he says and nuzzles the underside of my small tit.

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