His hands wander down, and I hear the zipper of his pants unzip. My eyes close—for how long, I am unsure—allowing myself to feel this moment. I can feel him move my panties, his fingers brushing against my clit as my breathing becomes erratic.
What is he doing to me? Liam never felt like this. Okay, shit. This is not the time to think about Liam. This is the moment to think about Wesley. Stop getting lost in a sea of thoughts.
My panties are shifted aside, soaked from my arousal which turns Wesley on. He murmurs something about how wet I am, but I’m lost, can barely climb out of this abyss I’m falling into.
The sound of foil tearing distracts me momentarily. I’m grateful that he is smart enough to think about protection since I was not. That’s right, your horny ass would have ridden him bareback. That would have been a stupid, stupid mistake.
Slowly, he enters me, my body tightening and unbeknown to me—I wince slightly in pain.
“Are you okay?” He kisses my mouth, not allowing me to answer the question.
He is bigger than usual, not in length—but girth. I take a moment to wiggle my hips, positioning him so our bodies sat in sync.
“Yes,” I breathe. “I’m ready.”
Being ready didn’t just mean this moment—I was ready for all of him. I knew that his words were set in stone. After this moment, I would be begging for more.
I would become addicted to the pleasure.
Addicted to the pain.
Addicted to Bad Boy Rich.
I motion my hips, rocking back and forth, watching him struggle as the sweat beads form on his forehead, eyes shut tight and face clenching as he tries to control himself. I love watching him. Seeing what I’m doing to him. Watching the veins in his neck pop out while he drives into me, slow and steady, in and out, a pattern that starts a tide of tingles spread across my entire body until I beg him through moans to enter me harder.
He growls at my pleas, pounding me harder, the heat stifling between us until I begin to dissolve on the spot, riding the wave of pleasure that consumes me and makes my vision blurred.
I’m oblivious that he has gripped onto my ass tight, slamming hard one more time before he lets out a groan, pulsating and twitching while burying his head into my neck.
Our heavy breathing echoes in the still of the night. He withdraws from me; my legs shaking uncontrollably and relying on him for support. I hold onto his shoulder as he removes the rubber and looks around, unsure of how to discard it.
“Here, give it to me.”
He laughs. “Really? What exactly do you plan to do with it?”
“Uh, toss it into my purse so not to traumatize the kids that come through here tomorrow.” I take it off him, grabbing some tissues in my purse and wrapping them around it before placing it in. “Wait, what did you think I was going to do with it?”
“Hey, I don’t know. You could play the innocent card but be as kinky as fuck.”
“True, wait till you see what I can do with some ping pong balls and a banana,” I joke. “Round two…your place?”
He leans into kiss me, unable to hide his grin. “I thought you’d never ask.”
My eyes open in a state of panic; my body following moments later.
Sunlight peeps through the drapes, forcing me to squint which only makes my head pound harder. Lifting my arm to shield myself from the god-awful sunlight, I yelp as my muscles ache making it barely possible to do so.
“Why are you up?”
The voice—unfamiliar at first—registers when his hand runs down my back, then ’round my front, cupping my breast. They are sore. Everything is sore.
Scattered around are several empty packets of rubbers. Shit…how many times did we have sex last night? Wesley yanks me towards him as I fall back onto the bed; my head knocking into his hard chest.
“What time is it?”
“Time for me to fuck you,” he teases, turning me around so we are spooning.
He doesn’t warn me, rubbing my clit a few times before he enters me whole. I gasp, in pain, again, and thankfully he moves slow, breathing into my skin which causes me to shiver with delight.