“And risk waking Waylon?Not on your life.Besides it’s just you and me and that big old sky filled with stars out here.I’m selfish, darlin’.I want to be the only one to hear you scream my name.”
He slips his hand under my dress and inside my panties.For a heartbeat, I worry he’ll be grossed out, but when he circles my clit, I lie back against his chest and let him make me feel the kind of pleasure no man ever has.
West’s calloused fingers are gentler than I would have imagined as his deft hands explore every inch of me.My breathing hitches.I haven’t felt like this for ...well, ever.As if he can read my mind, he says, “I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good, baby.I want this pussy dripping for me before I destroy it.”
“Oh, God,” I pant as his hands tease me with hard and fast little strokes before pulling away.My pussy clenches, right on the cusp of orgasm, as his other hand wraps around my throat and gently squeezes.“Please, West.”
“What darlin’, you don’t like my teasing?”
“I need to come,” I say breathlessly, but I want more.I don’t just want his hands on me, I want mine on him too.I want to feel the weight of him in my palm and see for myself if he’s really as big as I think he is.“If you keep that up, I’m going to come, but I wanna touch you too.”
“No, Dais.Tonight is just about you.”
“Please, West.”I slide a hand underneath me, stroking his dick through the worn denim.He groans against the shell of my ear, and I don’t know if I’ve ever heard a more erotic sound.I stroke him, somewhat clumsily, and finally unfasten his zip.Warm, velvet skin greets me, and I take him in my hand, grasping his hard length as well as I can with the awkward position we’re in.I focus my attention on his crown, wide and hot, beading with precum that helps to lubricate my strokes.
“Jesus,” West hisses.My pussy pulses with need as he continues to toy with me, hard and fast, and right when I’m on the precipice, he slows his movements and brings me to the edge again with soft and sensual strokes.“You’re gonna be the death of me, darlin’.”His words are graveled and filled with need, and I take some small pleasure in the fact that I can make him feel as desperate for me, as I do for him.
“Oh, West.Oh god,” I cry as his hands keep up their relentless pace and pull me over the edge.Pleasure floods my system, my breath comes in short, sharp pants and my toes curl as my orgasm rips through me, setting my whole body on fire.
“Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.”West groans as he spills into my hand.Thick jets of come bathe my lower back and I collapse into him sweaty, sticky, and completely satiated.
West tightens his arms around me and inhales as he presses a kiss to my neck.“I fucking love making a mess with you.”
Chapter Thirty
West
“You are a godsend,West Winchester,” Daisy says as I hand her a coffee in bed while she breastfeeds Waylon.He greedily gulps down his breakfast, one tiny little hand curling against her luscious breast.“What’s that look?”
“I don’t know whether to be awed or jealous it’s not me in his position.”
She shakes her head.“Men.”
“You’re fucking incredible, you know that, right?”I take the hot coffee from her and set it down on the nightstand, since her hands are a little full right now.
“I’m just a mom, doing what mamas have done for centuries.”She strokes a finger down his nose and he fusses and squirms, and then lets one rip.
