Page 23 of Make Me Laugh

THE ONE-NIGHT STAND

Comment on HanahJane99’s video: I’d know those tattoos anywhere…

Comment reply: That’s @HexedHeroine FINAL ANSWER

Comment reply: Omfg Hex???

Comment reply: They follow each other!

Comment reply: Someone did a tattoo comparison. Confirmed it’s @HexedHeroine!!!

Oh, fuck. I think I’m in love.

Joey moans, riding my cock through my jeans at whatever pace she sets. I let her show me how she likes it, taking quick notes. I squeeze tighter on her throat, watching her eyes cloud with pleasure.

My reputation as a playboy includes many sub-rumors.

West likes control.

West might be bordering Dom in bed.

I usually have to rein myself in, but it sounds like Joey doesn’t want that. “You’re in control of what I do. Tell me to stop at any moment, and I will—no questions asked. Okay?” I get lost in her lust-filled stare.

She nods as best she can with her throat in my grip. “Okay.”

I yank her to me, slamming her lips to mine. I keep my hand wrapped around Joey’s neck as I kiss her like I’ll never get another chance… because I might not.

Something inside me roars to life at the thought. I’m determined to make her come so hard she’s going to want seconds, thirds, and fourths.

Joey shivers when I tighten my grip on her throat. I don’t squeeze hard enough to stop the flow of air, but there’s enough pressure to make her next breath shaky and the muscles in her legs quiver. “Fuck.”

Oh, she’s gonna be a shaker when she comes. I. Can’t. Wait. My cock twitches at the mental image, and Joey sinks into my lap harder in response.

I explore her body with my free hand, mesmerized by the soft tattooed skin under my fingertips. I have a theory, one I thought of earlier, and I’m dying to know if it’s true. Keeping my hold on her neck, I make quick work of unclasping her bra.

Joey wiggles her shoulders, and it drops down her arms, falling between us.

I fucking knew it.

My mouth waters, spit pooling at the sight of her pierced nipples. It’s no secret that I love a good pair of tits, but a pierced set? Fuck. Fuck. I’m fucked.

I groan, letting my hand on her throat go. I know what she wants when it’s time for her to come, but I’m not rushing this to be over.

I want to take my time with Joey, give her a night she won’t be able to forget.

She arches her back, and I pop one of her rosebud nipples between my lips and bite gently, careful of the metal bar.

“West,” Joey moans, tangling a hand in hair at the back of my head.

I hum in approval at my name on her lips, sending my hands back down to her hips to help her keep pace against my cock begging to be set free. I don't think I’ve ever wanted anyone as badly as I want Joey.

She grabs my T-shirt by the back collar and tugs. I help her get me out of it. “Ugh,” Joey groans. “Your body’s better than I thought it’d be.”

I chuckle, placing a kiss on the hilt of the sword tattoo in between her breasts. “Wait until you see my cock.” The fishnet holes break up the smooth skin my fingertips brush over, trailing a finger down her deliciously thick thighs. I slip to the inside and work my way back. “You wanna ride my dick, Joey baby?” I breathe, rubbing my palm against the outside of her damp underwear.

She’s fucking drenched.

“Mhmm,” Joey murmurs. “Please.”