“Good girl,” he whispers, still entranced by my mouth.
He pulls my lower lip down with his thumb, then releases me and takes a couple of steps back. I’m about to ask what he’s doing, but then he speaks so low and gravelly it surprises me.
“Strip,” he demands.
I blink for a second, processing what he said. When he arches an eyebrow in challenge, I slowly grab the hem of my shirt, and lift it over my head, tossing it to the side. I’m not wearing a bra, and it seems to have taken Wesley off guard. He trails his hand down his body and palms himself, squeezing his visibly hard cock through his grey sweatpants.
“All the way.” He nods down at my cotton shorts.
I stand up from the edge of the bed, and hook my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts. I drag them and my underwear down in one fell swoop, leaving me standing completely naked.
Wesley scans my body up and down, torturously slow. “So fucking beautiful, Ivy. You’re incredible.”
I bite my lip, suddenly shy. The way he speaks to me, the way he makes me feel, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
“Get up on the bed.”
I take his instruction and scoot my ass back on the bed. I lean back on my elbows, not really sure what he wants to do with me just yet. He’s still standing in the center of the room, still clothed, and still staring at me while he strokes himself through his pants.
I feel completely on display purely for his pleasure, and it's utterly intoxicating.
It makes me feel powerful—wanted.
I feel myself growing wetter and wetter. I’m not above begging. I will beg this man to fuck me. I’m about to do just that, when I see him reach for the waistband of his pants, tugging the sweats down to his ankles, and kicking them to the side, leaving him in just his briefs.
“Touch yourself. Show me how you fuck yourself when you think of me.”
Oh hell yes.
I lay my head back on the fluffy white blanket, wanting to give him a show. Dragging my fingers over my breasts, I circle my nipples, and gently tug on the piercings.
Fuck, that feels good.
A soft, low moan leaves my lips as I trail one hand down the valley between my breasts, down my stomach and finally to the apex of my thighs. I drag my middle finger through my slit, stroking up and down to spread my arousal, before slowly starting to circle my clit. With my other hand, I play with my breasts, squeezing and pulling on the piercings.
My eyes drift closed, focusing on the pleasure and the fact that Wesley is watching me. It’s so fucking hot. I start to circle a bit faster while adding pressure, and a fire lights up my entire body, making my back arch.
I don’t hold back my moan as I feel my legs start to tingle. This is going to be quick.
“Eyes on me, baby.”
My eyes fly open, and I find Wesley kicking his briefs off.
Oh. My. God.
Greek god doesn’t even do him justice. This man is the most proportionate, muscular masterpiece to grace this earth. The way every single ab flexes as he grips his cock, along with his huge defined, tattooed arms and chest, is like my new kryptonite.
His thighs have to be twice as big as mine, and I can see every damn muscle in them straining. His tall, broad frame takes up so much space, I feel like I can hardly breathe. He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.
My fingers paused in my ogling, and my breathing picked up. I’m beginning to pant. I watch, completely consumed by the way he strokes himself. He drags his thumb over his tip, collecting pre-cum, before spreading it over his length. He moves closer to the foot of the bed, stroking himself and devouring me with his eyes.
“Keep going. Slide a finger in,” he growls, his wild blue eyes now locked on my pussy.
I obey, dipping one finger into my center, slowly pumping in and out. “God, that feels good,” I breathe out.
“Now two.” His breathing is growing ragged.
Again, I listen without question, adding a second finger. “Oh my god,” I moan, unable to control my volume or mouth any longer. Thankfully we’re on the other side of the house.
