“I’m going to hold you to it.” There’s way too much excitement in my voice. I should be fighting him, but I’ve spent enough time doing that.
“I’ve spent years planning the first time I get to lay my hands on you again.”
He tosses his shirt to the side, and I see it. The willow tree tattooed across the whole left side of his torso. My hands immediately go to it, running my hands over the ink. “West, what is this?”
“I couldn’t have you here, but I needed you with me in some way. So, I tattooed you on me, that way in some shape or form, I could keep you forever.” The look in his eyes is enthralling.
“I’m here to stay now,” I manage to get out, overtaken with emotion.
He leans down and cages me in with his strong arms, forcing me to look straight up at him. “Good. I’m going to make up for lost time, so I hope you weren’t planning on getting any sleep.”
He immediately starts working on my jeans and pulling them off my hips. I reach for him and am met with a sharp look.
“Uh-uh, baby. I’m going to need you to put your hands up until I tell you to move them.” He grabs my hand and puts them above my head. Slowly, he moves down and gently brings his lips down my body until he reaches my unbuttoned pants.
His hot breath is so close to where I wish his mouth was. My body feels on edge, knowing it’s waiting for something good, something great even. Maybe I’m crazy for liking this, but his control of the situation forces me to let go. Forces me to trust him.
My hips buck up, eagerly searching for something. A kiss, a touch, literally anything.
“Keep still, I promise I’m gonna take care of you, but only if you’re a good girl and can listen to instructions. You want me to fuck you? Don’t you?”
I eagerly nod my head, because that’s what I want more than anything right now. I can feel myself getting wetter by the second at his words, causing my body to come alive.
“Say it for me.” He works his belt now, slowly sliding off his pants. Why is he taking so long? This is borderline torture.
As much as I want to, my brain is having a hard time forming a single comprehensible thought. “Please,” is what my brain comes up with, close, but I already know this bastard is going to make me do exactly what he asked.
“I don’t think that’s what I wanted to hear, pretty girl.”
“Ugh, I want you to fuck me, West.”
A saccharine grin stretches across his face. “That’s good, cause I want to fuck you too. But first, I want to have a little fun.”
A shiver runs through my body at the thought of what fun could possibly mean; hopefully, it has something to do with his hands all over me.
His fingers brush against the lace of my panties, putting just enough pressure for it to feel good. I have to fight the urge to lift my hips to get more pressure; it’s so close to being enough, but yet nowhere near enough.
He runs his fingers up and down my covered slit. “Oh, baby, I love how wet you are for me. This pussy is practically begging for my cock to fill it up, isn’t it?”
I nod my head, because yes, that is exactly what my pussy wants.
He takes his hand away. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”Son of a bitch. My frustration rises alongside my desire. How something can be so hot and so damn infuriating at the same time is a mystery. “Yes, that’s what I want.”
He nods his head in approval as his hand starts to work my pussy again. He slides the panties to the side, and my breath starts to turn ragged. I struggle to find a reasonable pace of breathing behind all the arousal. I can’t think straight when I'm strung this tightly. A coiled rope that is seconds away from snapping. All I need for him to do is… His finger slides into my pussy,yes. That’s what I needed.
An unrecognizable moan claws its way out of my throat as I feel the first bit of friction.
“If you sound like that with just my finger, I can’t wait to hear you scream when my cock fills you up.”
“You could find out faster, you know.” I try to smile, but he hooks his finger right against my G-spot, and I feel my jaw drop open as a silent plea escapes me instead.
“Oh no, I am not near done playing with you. In fact, I think I might be in the mood to be reminded of what this perfect pussy tastes like.”
Fuck, if there is one thing I remember about this man, it’s how damn good he was with his mouth. He’s witty and a spitfire at baseline, but when that man goes to work on you? He does a damn good job.
“Please, West.”
“God, I love it when you ask so nicely. I need you to go face down ass up, baby, but keep those hands under you. I want to see this sexy little ass while you come on my face.”
