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A shiver runs down my spine when she reaches my shoulder, and she bites down. I've never been into any of that stuff (rough sex), but with her, I barely recognize myself.
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
I wasn't preparedfor him to show up at the bar. I thought we'd meet at his place—or mine. When the familiar clang of the metal back door reached me in the front, I figured Grizz had forgotten something. Wes calling out for me—Princess—instantly made the butterflies in my stomach act as if they had received a dose of dopamine, serotonin, and oxytocin all at once. My heart flipped inside my chest as I made my way toward the hallway, dropping the cloth I was using to wipe down the counter on the floor.
I find him at the end of the corridor, stance wide, thumbs tucked into his front pockets. His washed-out jeans hang low, the dark hoodie emphasizing his broad shoulders and bulging arms. Has he toned up more in the last few days? My mouth waters at the sight. His hair is tied back, a look that makes me clench my thighs every time. I never knew I was such a goner for a guy with a man bun until Weston Sheats.
He carriesme to the break room. I fight the impulse to let go of him and tear his clothes off. The hunger to see him in all his glory has every nerve ending inside me humming. I let instinct take over as I rub my aching core against his hardening length and bite on his shoulder. A primal sound that could bring me to my orgasm then and there erupts in his throat.
Wes drops me on the couch situated on the far wall of the room, and as soon as my back hits the cushion, I let go of him and reach for his pants. They need to go. Now.
With his mouth on mine, his tongue assaults mine in the most delicious way, and I miss him unfastening my belt until my jeans are ripped off my legs.
"Jesus, Princess, do you ever wear panties?" His tone is low as he stares at my bare pussy.
My throat goes dry, and I attempt to close my legs, suddenly insecure about being exposed to him.
"Nuh-uh." Wes stops me, holding my knees and pushing my thighs even farther apart. "Don't you dare."
Before I can respond, his head is between my legs, and his tongue flicks my core. Holy— My hands grasp for his head, and my fingers dig into his scalp as he sucks on my clit.
Oh, God.
My eyes roll back inside my head as my legs begin to tremble. I can't stop the moan building inside of me. Need. More. He chuckles, and the cool air of his exhale is too much. A tingling sensation spreads through my belly, all the way down to my toes. I don't want to come yet. At the same time, I don't want him to stop. I've never experienced such a sensual overload, and I know it can only get better from here.
"D-Don't make me come," I beg.
Wes removes his talented mouth far enough to peer up at me. His lids are hooded, and glancing down his body, his own desire is visible by the bulge in his unfastened pants.
"Oh, but, Princess…" He smirks and licks the entire length of my pussy. "Who says you're done after this?"
"Fuck," I whimper, and his devilish grin tells me that I will be ruined for any other guy after tonight. Not that I want anyone else.
His lips are back on me, and as he slips not just one but two fingers inside at once, I cry out. "Oh, shit. Yes!" The sounds coming from me are a surprise to my own ears.
Wes starts pumping in and out, and my toes curl as the orgasm builds. My hips buck, which results in him using his free hand to drape it over my lower abdomen, holding me in place.
"Let go," he orders at the same time as he adds a third finger to it.
"Ahhh…fuuuuck!" My body follows his command, and fireworks explode behind my closed eyelids. I arch my back, and he removes his arm, sliding a hand under my shirt to squeeze my breast.
I ride out my orgasm, all while he continues the assault with his mouth and fingers. When the wave of pleasure begins to subside, he slows as well, and I'm boneless.
"Holy hell... That was—" I try to catch my breath.
"My turn."
My arm was draped over my face, which is how I missed that Wes had removed all his clothes. I gape at him as I take in his body. There is not one gram of fat on him. He is…perfect. I let my gaze drift lower until it reaches his… My mouth waters, and I lick my lips.
"Off," Wes growls as he reaches for my shirt. I force my spent body to sit up, and he pulls the material off me. As soon as my head is through the opening, I wrap my fingers around his cock. I watch him through my lashes, and he sucks in air between his teeth as I tighten my grip, stroking up and down his length.
I lean closer, letting my tongue dart out, and lick the precum off his tip.
"Fuck, Princess." His hands fist my ponytail. He guides me until I have to take him into my mouth, and—holy hell—I take him in until he hits the back of my throat. I fight against the gag reflex, but before I can do anything else, Wes withdraws and pushes me down to the couch. His mouth comes down on me once more, and I instantly open up for him—mouth and legs. He settles between my thighs as his tongue tangles with mine. He glides his lips in a featherlight caress along my jaw until he reaches my ear, his fast exhales making goose bumps erupt on my skin. "I need to be inside of you." His voice is almost desperate, and I cross my ankles behind his ass, guiding him forward.
I turn my head so I can meet his heated gaze. "Then fuck me already, Sheats."
His eyes flare before they narrow, and a devilish grin turns the corners of his mouth upward. "You have no idea how long I've waited for you to say that."
