Had there ever been a time when I didn’t want that? I couldn’t recall. All I could think about was him, and us, and his body gently but forcefully working itself inside of me. Nothing existed outside of that.
“No going back,” he stated with finality. “You get that?”
“No going back,” I repeated. I’d have said anything at that moment to get him to keep going.
I sank deeper onto him, having nearly taken all of him when he gave the cheek of my ass a slap, forcing me the rest of the way down on a sharp cry. “That’s it, baby. Take it all. Christ, you’re so hot. I’ve dreamed of having this pussy wrapped around my cock.”
Damn, who know that sweet, thoughtful, considerate Weston Scott could be hard and dirty when it came to sex? I was pleasantly surprised, to say the least.
“God, I’m so full,” I sighed, willing my body to relax around him. “You’re so big it almost hurts.”
“You can handle it,” he grunted. “You started this, so it’s your show, Stella. Ride my cock. Show me how much you want me.”
Jesus, he was good with words, especially when he was buried so deep inside me I didn’t know where he started and I ended.
Doing as he ordered, I raised myself to my knees and eased back down, testing my limits on that one thrust to see how much my ribs could handle. When I didn’t feel anything more than a slight twinge I did it again. And again. And again, until I was riding him hard enough that pressure was building back to life.
My moans were met with groans and grunts from West, and when he leaned forward, cupping my breast to lavish attention on my nipple once again, I raked my nails across his scalp and held him to me.
He scraped his stubble against my tender flesh, making me shiver. I cried out when he bit down and flicked the tip with his tongue. Then he switched to the other to do the same.
I rocked harder and faster, his cock so big I felt every inch of him rubbing inside my channel.
“You okay?” he asked from beneath me.
“So good,” I groaned. Even if I did feel any pain, it was quickly overshadowed by the storm brewing inside.
“Fuck, I feel you,” he grunted, driving his hips up against me every time I crashed down on him. “Squeezing me like a goddamn vise.”
“Yes,” I cried as it built and built.
My head was at risk of falling back again, but before it could, West drove his hand into my hair and crashed my lips down on his. The kiss overwhelmed me, the very last piece that set me off. Lightning cracked, thunder boomed, and the tempest reached its crescendo. I exploded, bursts of color dancing in front of my vision as I cried out with an orgasm so strong it threatened to swallow me whole.
West swallowed down every sound, every whimper, his arm a steel band around me as he drove himself upward, fucking me from the bottom until he swelled impossibly bigger and followed me over that edge, pouring himself into me with a hot, wild, feral noise that set me off again.
I collapsed against him, relishing the way his thin smattering of chest hair scratched roughly across my aching nipples. He held me tightly as we both slowly came down to earth.
And with him still buried deep inside me, I recalled what he’d said about me being his and him not letting me go. I felt the truth of his words in the embrace we were sharing, and damn if I had it in me to worry about what the future might hold.
Twenty-Two
Stella
After that first round on the couch, West had picked me up and carried me back into his bedroom where he’d joined me in bed. I slept like a freaking baby, wrapped in his arms, only to be woken up in the middle of the night when I felt him slither down the mattress and spread my legs wide so he could feast on me until I came all over his tongue. That inevitably led to him straddling my shoulders and holding my head up so he could fuck my mouth until he came down my throat.
It was hot, it was the best sex I’d had in my entire life, and the fact that this man treated me like a princess during the day, then defiled me in bed was the icing on the cake.
The sunlight peeking through the slats of the blinds pulled me from a deep, dreamless sleep. My body felt toasty warm from the heat West emanated as he lay pressed against my back in his sleep.
An idea niggled at my brain, refusing to be ignored until I had no choice but to force myself to quietly and carefully extract myself from the bed, trying my hardest not to wake him as I did. My plan couldn’t reach fruition if he was awake.
Padding on tiptoes across the bedroom, I searched the floor for my nightgown until I remembered that it—along with my ruined thong—was still on the living room floor. I smiled, feeling like the cat that ate the canary—at least four times. My OCD when it came to cleanliness didn’t factor when I remembered the show of brute strength West had demonstrated when he tore the panties from my body and tossed them aside.
Never having been one to comfortably walk around naked, I located the flannel I’d confiscated from West’s closet my first morning there, and slipped it on, buttoning it all the way up and rolling the sleeves to my elbows. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath, but it was plenty long enough to provide me with a modicum of modesty.
Once covered, I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and silently exited the room, waiting for Rollie to follow after me before closing the door.
I tapped the screen and brought up my text messages as I moved to the back door to let Rollie out for a bathroom break before heading into the kitchen.
Me: So I took your advice last night.
It was still relatively early, not even 8:00 yet, and I knew my sister was a fan of sleeping in, so I was surprised when my phone chimed with a response as I was rummaging through the fridge.
Serenity: Remind me what I said. I spit advice and wisdom on a regular basis. I can’t be expected to remember all my brilliance.
I laughed quietly as I pulled out the carton of eggs and placed them beside a package of bacon.
Me: You told me to fall on a certain appendage . . . remember now?
The phone rang almost instantly. “You didn’t,” my sister said on a gasp the moment the call connected.
“I did,” I confirmed, a goofy smile stretching across my face as my cheeks heated. “Oh, boy. Did I ever.”
Serenity let out a squeal so loud, I had to pull the phone away to prevent lasting damage to my eardrum. “Holy shit! You dirty, dirty little hussy! I didn’t think you had it in you.” She fake sniffled through the line. “My baby’s all growed up. I’m so proud.”
“Will you shut up?” I said on a snicker as I bent, feeling last night’s activity in my ribs this morning as I hefted a frying pan from the cabinet beneath the island. Totally freaking worth it.
“How was it? Please tell me it was amazing.”
“It was out of this world,” I confessed as I pulled a mixing bowl from another cabinet. One of the benefits of sitting at the counter and keeping West company as he cooked was that I knew his kitchen even better than my own.
“Seriously?” she squeaked.
“Oh yeah. I met God. He said, “’sup?””
Serenity burst out laughing just as Rollie scratched at the door, ready to be let back in.
Once I had all my ingredients and utensils lined up, I moved to the door and pulled it open. “You ready to come in, boy?”