I’m spinning.
Because Joy Preston—the funny, sparkly girl behind the lens—just turned siren. The kind men fantasize about and never get a shot at.
Except I’ve got my hands on her. And she’s asking for more.
My pulse hammers. Vision whites out at the edges.
She’s fire in silk. Sunlight with teeth. And somehow—somehow—she’s mine.
The guys can have their highlight reels. Their trophies. Their stats.
I just hit the fucking jackpot.
“You keep pouting those lips at me,” I snarl, barely recognizing my own voice, “I’ll put them back to work.”
She laughs, bright and wicked. “Then show me who’s in charge, stud.”
Christ. She’s going to wreck me. When I touch her center, she is soaked, ready. “Normally I’d taste you first. Take my time. Tease you. But that is not what you want right now, is it?” I need to hear it. “Tell me what you want, Foxy.”
“I want you inside me. I want it now.”
My thoughts are all muddled. With barely enough composure left, I grab a condom from the nightstand and rip it open. “Put. This. On.” I watch her smirk and take it from me, sliding it down over me with both hands. Once I’m fully sheathed, she pulls me back on top of her, grinding against me until my flesh pushes apart her feminine lips.
Rubbing myself in her juices, a string of curses rolls off me. “You’re gonna make me come. But I need your hot pussy wrapped around me first, or I’m gonna die.”
She’s so wet, dragging against my length like a heathen, kicking off a rough rumble from me. I’m not the least bit gentle grabbing and squeezing her round ass. “You want the real thing, or are you planning to tease me all night long?”
“I want it so bad, Wes. Will you give me what I need?”
‘Everything. I’ll give you everything.”
Taking my hand between us, I ram my entire swollen length inside. She is tight and hot and her thighs are shaking.
“Joy,” I shudder. “Baby, open up for me, yeah? Let me in. I’m gonna fuck you now, ok?”
“Yeah. Give it to me. Hard,” she mewls, spreading wide for me. “You’re so big, Wes. I bet it gets uncomfortable in your pants, doesn’t it, stud?”
Fucking hell. Every filthy word fries my circuits. I drag in a breath, lock it down. She’s not walking away on a few lazy strokes. I’m taking her apart and keeping her under me till sunrise.
“God, you’re such a brat,” I grind out, throbbing inside of her, voice wrecked with how good she feels. I start pumping, roaring when her fingers dig into my ass. Hot air is bursting from my nostrils as I drive deep, and I press my forehead to hers, voice low. “Tell me you’re good. Tell me you want it like this.”
“Please,” she moans. “Please, Wes, please don’t stop. I promise I’ll be good. I want it, I want it?—”
As if there was a chance of me turning back now. Her legs are locked around my waist. I don’t spare her for a minute, having allowed her to play with me.
“You offering that tight cunt to me on a platter?”
I find her nipples and squeeze hard on one while sucking on the other. I bring her breasts together and kiss between them,moving inside of her in hard pumps. But I need to slow down, or I will blow my load too fast.
“I want this pussy on my tongue.” It’s half growl, half prayer, and I pull out, sliding down and lifting her legs on my shoulders. She mumbles in protest, but when I press my tongue on her clit, she cries out.
“Careful, baby,” I murmur into her, heat pounding in my blood. “House is full. You need to be quiet.”
She grabs her top that’s lying haplessly on the covers and shoves it into my hand, eyes blazing.
“Here,” she pants. “Make me behave.”
I’m speechless for a second, then I recover and press the fabric to her mouth, tying it loose enough that she can pull it away whenever she wants, then slide back down between her legs.
