“I know.”
“You do?”
“I figured as much.”
My fingers work their magic inside her, tight and warm. Finding that sweet spot as she shivers, a whole body shake. Increasing my speed, I know she’s close so I keep going. I let my erection poke her, holding her lost in thoughts of sex and need.
Her legs begin to shake. She throws her head back, moaning and letting my name slip through her lips. I can tell the orgasm is threatening to rip through her body at any second, but I plan on making her wait a little while longer.
“Weston.” My name on her lips sounds fucking perfect.
I stop teasing her for just a minute, look at the flush of her cheeks, her half-lidded eyes, the desire swimming within those blue beauties tinged with hate that I stopped.
“W-Why did you stop?” she demands, her face red with frustration.Welcome to my world, Wynter Carlisle, the most frustrating woman of this century.
“You were enjoying it too much.” A grin spreads my lips.
“Fuck you, Weston.”
“Beg me, Chief.”
Anger permeates her features. “No.”
“Okay…” I turn as if I’m going to leave her alone and frustrated, no orgasm in sight.
“Wait…” she whispers.
“Tell me.”
“I want to.”
“Want me to what? I need you to spell it out for me.”
“I want you... to get me off,” she speaks so quietly I almost miss them. I don’t need more than that.
“How?” I ask to be sure.
“Fingers, mouth, cock… I just want it.”
“You sure you can handle it?” She nods her acceptance.
I plaster my hard body against her, molding us together, stealing the scowl from her face. She lets me kiss her, granting me access. My fingers work their way down her body again as she opens her legs for me. My body is humming with tension.
I sprinkle my way down her chest with featherlike kisses, taking a clothed nipple into my mouth and biting. She sighs into me, her body relaxing. I rub her clit harder, needing her to be fully ready for me when I take her. I trail my lips down her body, over her clothes to between her thighs.
Lifting her dress, I find my destination. I’m on my knees in a bar bathroom for Wynter Carlisle. Stripping her of her panties, I suck her clit into my mouth before running my tongue over her entrance and then blowing soft air. A shiver racks her body and pride builds within me, knowing that I cause such a visceral reaction.
Alternating between sucking her clit and licking her, I eat her like a man starving. Her body arches into me, jerking with need.
I thrust my tongue into her over and over, building her desire and loving the way she moans my name. She comes, her entire body quivering as she reaches for me. I raise up, the closeness of finally having her overwhelms every nerve in my body.
Wynter reaches down, grabbing my erection through my suit pants. I grab a condom from my back pocket before pushing down my pants and boxers as my raging hard-on reaches out to meet her, begging for her touch.
Sheathing myself with a condom, I run my length against the inside of her legs and coat myself in her need. Reaching down, I pull one of her long slender legs up and drape it around my hip. Angling my cock, I slid the tip in.
My eyes find Wynter’s begging to not turn me away, but all I see is her acceptance of whatever’s between us. She whispers my name and I’m gone. I slide into her in one thrust, biting the side of her neck like an animal needing to hold her in place so she doesn’t run.
I watch the pinch of her face and wonder if this is her first time, but when I look up again her face morphs into sheer pleasure. This will be over way too soon. My shoulder mutes her noises of encouragement and wanton lust as she holds her mouth against me