Page 32 of West Bound

“How dare you grab me like that, you neanderthal. Now move so I can go back inside.” She pushes on my stomach but her hand freezes when she feels my muscles flex.

The corner of my mouth ticks up, knowing she likes what she can’t see. Her rough exterior drops for just a moment when the heat in her eyes turns from anger to desire.

“Why do you hate me?” My voice is deep with need.

If I can just find out why she’s still holding on to a childish grudge, then I can figure out what I need to do to fix it. I want to fix this. Because more than the desire to have her give me a look that isn’t filled with pure venom, I’m desperate to know what this beauty tastes like. The memory of what her tongue felt like moving against mine has faded and I think it’s time for a reminder.

“Really? You have to ask why?” Her brow arches and curses me with a little spite of its own.

“I apologized.”

“And I never accepted. Now, unless you want that dick stabbing you escaped earlier, I’d step back if I were you.” Her hands find my chest. And while she pushes me back, her fingers curl into me.

I lean closer to her and take hold of her chin with one hand. “You have a smart mouth, little girl. Maybe we should find a better use for it.”

Her jaw falls open in shock as far as it can while in my grip.

“In case you forgot, I would never kiss or fuck you. And that includes everything in between.” Her voice is strong but her body does the exact opposite.

Through the thin fabric of her dress, I see the hardened points of her nipples. My nose runs a path up her neck and I inhale her sweet perfume that mixes with the sweat of her arousal. She tenses at my touch and a tiny gasp escapes.

“We’ll see about that, Peaches.”

“Wha-“ I don’t give her a chance to fire off her mouth and capture it with mine instead.

I crush my lips against hers, soft and warm. She tenses in my hold, trying to pull away from me, and those fingers that were curled now digging into my skin through the fabric of my shirt. But her chin is locked tightly in my grip and my body boxes her in. She mumbles her protests against my mouth and I swallow them whole, not easing up.

Slowly, I feel her give into me. The fingers that were clawing at me loosen and pull me closer. She stops using her mouth to argue and uses it to kiss me back. When her lips part, I slide my tongue inside. And when our tongues twist, a shot of lust burns through my veins and I moan.

The sound of my want sparks hers and she purrs her desire.

Fuck, she tastes so good.

I lower my arm that’s still braced against the wall and wrap it around her waist. Her hands slide up my chest and onto my broad shoulders. Slowly she rises up on her toes, bringing us closer and my hand falls to her firm ass and I press my hard cock into her belly.

The response I was hoping for crashes and burns miserably. Instead, her body stills and her mouth slacks. Green eyes intensely stare at me and in an instant, my cheek stings from the hand that slapped it.

“How dare you!” She screeches. “Don’t touch me.”

“If you don’t want me touching you, then tell that sweet pussy of yours to quit weeping for me.” Another slap, another sting. “Keep fighting with me, Peaches. It only makes me harder.” I grind my dick against her and hear her breath hitch.

“Aargh!” Her little body vibrates with fury and even shrouded by darkness, I can see her pale, creamy skin tinge with red. “You are the biggest jackass I have ever known. Stay away from me,” she huffs then ducks under my arm to escape me.

She stomps on my foot–the same damn one–and pushes her way through the small crack in the door. While I’m tending to my poor abused foot, I don’t catch the door in time and it slams shut with a clang, the metal banging against the frame.

Dammit, she drives me mad. I want to smack that peachy ass of hers to teach her a lesson, then shove something in her mouth to keep her from talking back. Then when I’ve punished her, I want to fuck her ten ways to Sunday until she can’t walk.

That little siren is going to be the end of my sanity. And not just because she has a smart mouth, but because I’m dying to get my hands on her, get in her, and if I can’t do it soon I’m going to do something very stupid.

Like beg.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

PHOENIX

“Eat U Alive” - Marian Hill (feat. Steve Davit)

Creamy legs hang over my shoulders and red heels dig into my back. My head is buried in her sweet pussy and she tastes like absolute heaven. I flick her swollen clit with my tongue and feel her thighs squeeze my head. Her breathy moans tell me exactly how she likes it and I give my girl everything. “Nix…yes. Fuck,” she purrs and digs her nails into my short curls. My thumbs spread her wide and I flatten my tongue, licking every inch of her dripping cunt. Jesus, I could feast on her all day and still not be satisfied. I want to live each minute of the day with my lips drenched in her juice. “Oh god!” she shouts when I hit the spot that sends her eyes rolling. I know she’s close so I push two fingers inside of her and groan when her walls tighten around me. I slide in and out, working her with my skillful and trained fingers until she’s coming. The strength of her orgasm vibrates through me and my dick twitches painfully, dying to get inside of her. But I know my girl. She can give me at least two orgasms before I sink into her, so there’s one more to go. I slip my fingers out and lick them clean, like a good boy. Her body is limp and her face has this far off dreamy look. Yeah. I take care of my girl first…always. While her soul returns to her body, I flip her over and yank up on her knees by her hips. This fucking peachy ass. It’s so perfect it almost feels wrong to mark it. Almost. I lick one firm globe then sink my teeth into it, making sure my teeth leave a nice indent. She mewls like I knew she would, then I pull my hand back and slap her ass. It jiggles and I can’t hold back, I do it again. Her porcelain skin turns pink and fuck, if that isn’t the most beautiful sight. I dip down and lick her from her clit to her tight, puckered hole. She likes to act like she doesn’t get turned on by it, but I know that the minute I push my finger in, she’s going to shoot off like a bottle rocket. “No. Fuck me now. Please. I need you,” she begs. Who am I to deny her when she asks so nicely. My cock stands tall and hard and has all but pushed me out of the damn way to find his way into the place he calls home. I grab the base of my cock and rub the head through her slick folds. “Hurry. I need to–” I slap her ass, silencing her. She knows better than to rush me when I’m feeding her greedy pussy my cock. Now I’m going to go agonizingly slow. It’ll be torture for me, too, but the reward will be worth it. My heart races, just like it does each time right before I feel her warm, wet pussy welcome me in. She pushes her ass back, waiting for the moment I thrust into her. I inhale her sweet scent then I begin to inch my way in. My engorged head breaches her and–

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