Mister West by R.J. Lewis (animal farm read .TXT) 📕

look so full of lust it completely overwhelms her timidness.

“And you’re wondering right now what I’d do to you,” I murmur to her, eyeing the way her lips tremble. “Envisioning what I’d taste like. I’m more than happy to give you permission.”

“No chance,” she lets out, but her voice is weak and unconvincing.

“You think I’m turned off by the chase? I live for a good challenge.”

“And is that all I am? A challenge you want to conquer?”

“I’ve never encountered an unconquerable woman yet, beauty. I’m afraid your time is numbered. Start counting down the hours because I’m going to have those tanned legs open one way or another.”

She cocks a brow. “How are you so sure?”

“When I want something, I get it.” I look her over again, noticing how flushed and tense she is. “And I want you. You are so fucking beautiful, I’m going cross eyed.”

She swallows hard. “It’s not going to happen, Aidan.”

I chuckle, feeling sorry for her. “Ivy, it’s done. It’s a reality you’re going to just have to accept.”

“I don’t do flings. I’m not that kind of girl.” The sincerity in her is believable. She’s telling the truth, but I already knew that. And the interesting part is, I don’t mind. When you see a good thing, you know it from a mile away. You’d be a fool to walk away, too.

And she’s a good thing. One I can enjoy time and time again to get what I want. To give her what she wants too.

“Who says I want a fling?”

She looks at me incredulously. “You’re trying to pick up a stranger in Economy class. Somehow I don’t think you’re the committed type.”

“But you’re not a stranger. I’ve met every kind of person under the sun, so I know what I’m looking at. You’re inexperienced and you swear your beautiful little tits off. You try to be closed off and unreadable, but you carry every emotion on your sleeve, even though you think you’re doing a good job hiding under that tough alter ego. It’s not working on me, Ivy.”

I watch the wheels spin inside that little mind as she thinks for several moments. She’s fighting conflict of some kind. Her hand goes to close, but when they squeeze around mine, she startles and looks down, as though she’s forgotten we’ve been holding hands these last few minutes.

“What frightens you the most,” I ask, “the fact you want me, or what might happen to you after you have me?”

She frowns. “I don’t want to want you.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re a smug bastard.”

“No,” I disagree, still on a whisper. “You don’t want me because once you have a taste of me, you’ll never walk away. I would ruin you, and you would beg for that destruction. I guarantee it.”

Her eyes widen, and when I rub my thumb tenderly along her wrist, I can feel her pulse quickening. I know she believes me.

“I don’t do flings,” she reiterates in a harder voice. “I don’t get fucked by strangers.”

“I’d be no stranger to you when you’re screaming my name and begging for more. If you were mine, I’d fuck you in ways you can’t imagine.”

“I’m not yours.”

I smirk. “Not yet. Count down the hours, Ivy. It’s coming.”

“No, Aidan, it’s not.”

“Envision me between those legs, licking you up and down until your pussy’s exploding in my mouth. Envision that and tell me no again.”

When she has that glazed look in her eyes, I know she is. And when she doesn’t say another word, I nod.

“That’s what I thought.”

Four

Aidan

The anticipation is brutal. I watch her like a hawk, undressing her in my mind in a million different ways. The more I look at her, the more perfect she is. Those lips… Jesus, fuck, those lips were made for my cock. Those eyes… Jesus, they were made to look down at me while I suck her cunt ‘til it’s exploding in my mouth.

I’m internally groaning as I ravage her with my gaze. It’s a mission getting my cock to calm down. It’s hard as granite, and it doesn’t help I keep telling her the things I’m going to do to her. It’s a given at this point she’ll be accompanying me to my place the second we land and get out of these shitty seats. I never want to see people ever again.

It hasn’t occurred to me until near the end of the flight that we may as well have had an audience this whole time. I catch some glances, of men looking back to stare in Ivy’s direction. She doesn’t seem to notice, too lost in her own world where I’m probably licking her out – although I know I’d knock that fantasy to smithereens.

I glare at the men, feeling an urge to curse at them, even though they’re not doing anything wrong. Any man would appreciate a good-looking girl. I just wish they’d stop fucking her with their eyes.

Well, I’ll be fucking her for real, I want to tell them. And the images I form in my head have me unusually excited for it. She’s not the usual I go for, and I think that’s what’s getting to me the most. I want something different. She’s the perfect kind of different, and I’m going to give her the hottest night of her life before we’re equally spent and satisfied.

I can’t think of anything else.

We land and everyone files out, luggage in hand. Ivy’s right behind me. Her body trembles with every step and it’s not from the weather. The summer heat is a one-of-a-kind scorcher. The second we step off the plane you can feel the air thicken with humidity, and as I fall back to walk side by side with her, I see her trembles only worsen.

“This heat is oppressive,” I say to her. Making small chat will loosen her up again because she’s nervous as shit. And I’m glad. It tells me she’s not used to men despite that potty mouth. I wonder how