Page 46 of West Bound

He stops his predator-like crawl towards me and rises to his knees again and swings his bat at me.

“You’re primed. I promise to take it slow until you’re ready for more.”

“Well seeing as I wasn’t expecting an inspection of my internal organs today, how about we reschedule.”

“Not a chance.”

Quick as lightning I’m underneath him, his dick laying between us like a third arm.

“I can’t wait anymore. I need to feel your pussy. So be a good girl and let me in.” His words rumble in his chest and vibrate through my body.

I close my eyes and take a deep, calming breath. I go to my happy place, my zen place, and imagine myself swimming in a sea of Jimmy’s and Manolo’s and Christian’s. Shoes, of course.

“Do you have a condom or maybe a…trash bag or something?”

He lifts his hand and flashes a condom wedged between two fingers. I’m not sure when he grabbed that. Probably in the middle of my freakout over wondering how well I could do my job from a wheelchair.

He rips the wrapper open with his teeth and slides it down over his dick. And yep, it’s the size of a pillowcase. I’m dying tonight.

“Breathe, Vivian,” he orders and I exhale loudly. His lips brush against my ear and his warm breath whispers, “I’m going to make you scream the walls down. People back in Texas will hear you calling my name.”

He pulls back with a crooked grin then takes hold of his cock at the base and rubs his tip up and down my slit. The sheets grow wet as I feel myself dripping with each swipe he makes. My body turns listless as the pleasure rolls through me. Phoenix’s mouth clamps on to that dip between my neck and collarbone and he bites. I gasp and his tongue darts out to lick away the pain. And then the most mind blowing feeling overtakes me.

Phoenix pushes inside of me and my eyes fly open at the intrusion. “Oh-oh god,” I think I say, but I’m not so sure because his dick is likely probing my brain making it impossible to think clearly.

Just when I think he’s fully in, he pushes in another inch…and another. Stabby McStaberson has nothing on Phoenix West. I just pray that he knows how to use what he’s been blessed with.

He seats himself to the hilt then stills. “Goddamn, Peaches. I hope you don’t plan on walking tomorrow because with the way you feel, I don’t ever want to leave.”

He rolls his hips and begins moving, slowly at first. He reaches under my knee and holds it over his shoulder, opening me wider for him and I give myself willingly.

Each thrust moves me farther up the bed. Each bite on my skin makes my toes curl. Like the all-star ball player he is, he knows how to perfectly connect with the sweet spot. My nails are digging into his back as I try to keep myself from floating away on a cloud of bliss.

“Fuck yes. Dig those nails into me. Scratch me, make me bleed,” he growls.

“So…God, so good. I really hate you for making me feel like this,” I pant out between thrusts.

He laughs and its deep rumble causes chills to spread like wildfire over my heated skin. “I don’t think your pussy hates me, Peaches. I think your sweet pussy wants me to live here.”

Harder and harder he moves in and out and my eyes roll. If I could hold my lids open, my eyes would look like a slot machine on a winning jackpot. It’s all too good, and I moan my appreciation for how the god-like man makes me feel.

“I’m so cl-close, Phoenix. Don’t,” he pulls out abruptly. “Stop! Hey–,” I’m flipped over onto my stomach and feel a Phoenix sized blanket drape over me.

He smacks my ass, hard, and groans. “Firm. Just like I thought.” he says to himself.

His massive hands squeeze my thighs together and haul me up so that I’m on my knees and elbows in a bent over prayer position. And Lord, yes…I am praying. Praying he doesn’t stop. Praying he does, and praying that he doesn’t destroy me in more ways than one.

He presses his mouth to my butt and bites, letting out a pleasurable moan. With his hands holding my hips, he buries his face in between my spread ass cheeks and takes a long lick from end to end. I shiver from the delicious sensation of him savoring me like I’m a five star Michelin dinner.

His hand smooths up my spine, caressing my skin with a gentle touch. So opposite of the Phoenix I know. Then he shatters that vision when he fists my hair and pulls it until my neck is arched and I’m staring up at the ceiling.

“You keep these fucking legs closed, Peaches. Don’t move ‘em and I’ll let you have that orgasm you were begging for.”

“Let me?” Who the hell does he think he is?

He tugs my hair harder and growls into my ear. “I own every one of your orgasms and I’ll give them to you when I’m good and goddamn ready. Now press your face into that pillow and scream my name like the dirty little cum slut you are.”

Heaven help me. No one has ever spoken to me like he does. Like I’m here for his satisfaction. And unfortunately…I think I like it. I feel a tingle when his words reach my ears. They travel through my body and spark to life every last burning ember, setting me on fire.

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