Page 44 of West Bound

“N-nineteen,” she replies in a shaky voice.

I stab at the button like it did me wrong and don’t even wait for the doors to close before she’s hauled back into my arms.

I grip the back of her head and hold her still so I can ravage her mouth. I hear muffled protests spill from her, but I swallow them whole and keep right on with my exploration of her glorious mouth.

My memories don’t even compare to the real thing. The first time we did this we were just kids. Mind you, I was a very experienced kid, but one nonetheless. The second time was fast and ended in fury.

The bell dings and the doors slide open and Vivian tries to pry her lips from mouth, but I only tighten my grip and crack my eyes open to see where we’re going.

“Room?” I mumble into her mouth.

“Nine…nineteen thirty-two.”

I heft her up into my arms and start walking in the direction that the sign indicates. My duffle bag slides off my shoulder and hangs from the crook of my elbow, smacking my leg with each step. Vivian reaches down and returns it to where it sat without skipping a beat. I guide us down the hall, one eye open and searching for the room number, and a few people pass, watching with their mouths open and eyes wide.

I don’t give a fuck. They can follow us to the room and watch for all I care. Nothing is going to stop me from sinking into this beauty.

“My key,” she says in between tongue swipes.

“Where is it?”

“Put me down.”

“Not a chance, Peaches. Find it quick or I’m fucking you against the door in this hallway.”

I press her back against the door to her room and steady her as she searches through her purse for her key. She finds it and I snatch it from her. I lift her over my shoulder and scan the keycard then enter her darkened room. The only light comes from the window where the city shines below us.

“Phoenix, will you please put me down now?” Her voice is strained from hanging upside down.

I drop my bag at the foot of the bed and fling her over. Her petite body bounces on the mattress and I watch as she falls back, her hair fanning out like flames licking the black of night.

My shirt still hangs unbuttoned and I rip it off, toss it on the floor and do the same with my shoes, socks and pants. I’m in just my underwear before she can so much as remove a shoe and decide to help her out.

Her shoes are tossed over my shoulder and then land with a loud thunk.

“Hey! Those are expensive,” she shouts.

“I’ll buy you a hundred. Take off your fucking clothes, Peaches. I need to be inside of you right. Now.”

She freezes and I take it upon myself to rid her of the pesky clothes that keep me from touching her smooth, pale skin. Pants…gone. Blouse…toast. Panties…obliterated.

“Slow down, Phoenix.”

“I’ve been waiting ten years to know what you taste like. There isn’t a chance in hell I’m slowing this down. We’ll do that later. Right now, I’m going to make you scream my name while my mouth devours your pussy.”

She gasps and I sink to my knees and drag her to the edge of the bed. My tongue darts out and I lick her seam that’s dripping with her desire.

“Ooh,” she cries when I moan, “fuuuuck.”

She tastes like heaven and I don’t think I’ve ever had anything better in my mouth. Her dripping cunt fills my mouth and I drink her down. I lick and suck and bury my face between her soft thighs. My beard scratches the insides of them and I pray they’re red tomorrow. I want her to not only feel me, but see that I’ve marked her as mine.

I pull her swollen clit into my mouth and her nails dig into my scalp.

“Shiiit. Phoenix…that feels so good. God, I hate you,” she pants.

I smile against her tight cunt. “If this is how you hate me, then never stop.”

My thumbs hold her open wide and I sink my tongue into her pussy. Her back arches off the bed and she mewls. I take advantage and slide my hands under her, gripping her firm ass in each palm.

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