Page 49 of West Bound

“Isdaturickorurup?” I mumble.

“What did you say?” His hand falls away from my mouth allowing me to breathe.

“I said…is that your dick or your cup that’s trying to burrow into my belly button?”

Without saying a word, he grabs my hand and places it on his crotch that is clearly not protected by a cup.

“I'll put it on soon. But first I want to remind you why we,” he waves a finger between the two of us. “Are definitely going to be repeating our night together many, many times.”

“No, Phoenix, we will not. I was dick drunk and agreed under duress.”

“Then I guess I gotta do what I gotta do to convince you otherwise.”

“Wha–”

Quick as a flash, he scoops me up under my arms and presses my back to the wall. My feet dangle as my hands grip on to his forearms that are roped with muscle.

“Put me down, you neanderthal. You’re going to mess up my hair and my dress, and I can’t go on live tv looking like I just woke up,” I say through gritted teeth.

“How about if you look like you’ve just been fucked? Is that better?”

My eyes narrow and I’m a full on pot of boiling rage. “No, it is not better. What’s better is if you let me down and we both walk out of here.”

Phoenix moves closer and presses his body against me, pinning me between him and the wall. Instinctively my legs wrap around his trim waist and I slap the stupid, horny bitch inside of me who has obviously taken control of my brain and body again.

“Oh we’ll walk out of here, but not before I have the taste of your sweet pussy dripping from my lips.”

I croak out something that sounds like a word but is rather close to the sound a mouse makes when it’s being gobbled up by a hungry lion.

“Do you know how fucking insane you have made me, ignoring me and pretending like I didn’t give you the best goddamn dicking of your life?” My wrists are pulled in one of his hands and he raises them above my head, trapping me. “I don’t like to be ignored, Vivian.”

His nose runs up the column of my neck to my ear and flicks it with his tongue.

“I’ve told you that fighting with me only makes me harder.”

He grinds his cock against my belly.

“Do you even understand how difficult it is to walk around with a hard dick, crammed inside of a jock cup?”

He pinches my nipple through my thin dress and twists, making me wince in pain and moan like a cat in heat.

“And your smell,” he leans in and inhales me from my neck down my chest and stops in my cleavage. “I can smell how wet you are, Peaches.”

His hand smooths up my leg, pushing my dress higher until he can see a hint of my panties.

“Baby girl,” he growls. “Are those…peach colored panties?” A devilish smirk splits his gorgeous face and I swallow down the hard lump that has lodged in my throat.

“I-I…I don’t…”

Did I subconsciously put them on today? When the hell did I even buy peach colored panties?

His calloused fingers crawl up my thigh and trace the edge of my lace panties.

“You’re dripping, baby girl. Fuck. Please say I can have a taste.”

His face is buried in my neck, peppering me with kisses and long licks. My eyes roll and my head hits the wall as I give into his touch.

“Say the words I need to hear,” he rasps into my ear, sending a wave of shivers racing over my body. “Tell me I can feel you, that I can taste you.”

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