I saw her eyes momentarily flicker to the hard outline of my dick in my boxer briefs. “It’s the same thing.”
“No, it’s not.” I took a step toward her, gripping her hips and yanking her body against mine; my hand slid up her back to the clasp of her bra, and with a flick of my wrist, it was undone. “You don’t make a deal with and continue to fuck someone youdespise.”
“Speak for yourself…”
I let out a low, satirical laugh as I pushed her back onto the bed, hooked my fingers into the waistband of her underwear,and pulled them down her legs, tossing them to the floor with the rest of our discarded clothes. “You’re really fucking stubborn, you know that?”
“I am not.”
“Yes, you are.” I sank to my knees at the edge of the bed and pushed her legs apart. “Because something tells me I wouldn’t be doing this if you despised me as much as you claim.”
I didn’t give her a chance to speak again before my mouth was on her, and I smirked when she arched with a moan as my tongue licked and swirled.
The only time we seemed to get along and be on the same page was like this. And our bickering and back and forth seemed to amplify these moments, almost as if fanning the flames was some form of foreplay. I secretly loved it, reveling in the gratification that I could get under her skin and piss her off, only to have her moaning mere moments later because she couldn’t help it.
I worked her with my tongue until she was panting through whimpers, then made her cry out when I plunged two fingers inside of her. My gaze flickered up, seeing the flush on her neck and cheeks with her lips parted and her eyes shut.
“Open your eyes,” I murmured before flicking my tongue against her clit, making her body quiver with a whimper. But her eyes remained closed. “Open your fucking eyes and look at me, Morgan. I want you to watch the man youdespiseeat your pussy until I have you shaking and coming all over my tongue while screaming the name you hate.”
To my surprise, she listened, and I wrapped my lips around her clit with a groan as she held my gaze. “Oh f-fuck!” she gasped, reaching down to thread her fingers through my hair as she rolled her hips.
I gripped her tightly to keep her in place, holding her stare as I continued to devour her. When I felt her start to tremble, the corner of my lips tugged into a cocky grin, knowing she was about to come undone.
“Wes!”
I closed my eyes with a shudder.
Wes.
Not Wesley.
Not asshole.
Wes.
And shemoanedit.
In no fucking universe should my nameeversound that damn good being moaned from the lips of Morgan Hayes, butfuck…it did. And it wasdangerous. Dangerous in the sense that I could easily become addicted to hearing it.
But that knowledge didn’t stop me from demanding more.
I opened my eyes with a groan, curling my fingers up. “Say it again.”
Her body arched with a gasp as she shattered. “Wes!”
“You sound so fucking good moaning my name like that, Princess.”
I worked her through her release before pulling my fingers from her and licking them clean as I stood; that was another thing I was slowly finding addicting. Her taste. She was still catching her breath when I reached for her nightstand drawer and pulled it open, dipping my hand into the box inside. I stripped from my boxers, tore open the foil, and rolled the condom on before coming over top of her between her legs.
“So…” I smirked as I looked down at her. “You finally gonna start calling meWesnow?”
Her brow furrowed. “What?”
“My tongue and fingers had you so far gone you didn’t even notice what you just said?”
I saw the moment the realization hit her. “Well,shit…”
I chuckled as I pushed her legs further apart with my thighs. “Just embrace it, Princess.”
