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

this pent-up before. Never wanted someone as badly as I want him.

He’s suddenly pulling away. I have no choice but to let go of his cock as he moves down my body. I watch him, hardly able to believe this is actually happening. He’s between my legs, gripping my thighs with his large hands.

His tongue runs along my folds. He tastes me with an eagerness in his strokes. My hands shoot straight to his head, gripping him as he sucks my clit, knowing the exact spot that makes me buck wildly.

A heavy breath escapes me. “Oh, God.”

He sucks harder. “Do you want to come in my mouth, temptress?”

“Yes.”

His grip around my thighs tighten. “Yes, what, Miss Montcalm?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

My fingers dig into his scalp as he fucks me with his tongue. He’s not holding back either. He’s burying his face in my pussy like it’s a fucking meal. Holy shit, Aidan West. I can feel his appetite for me. It’s so hot, I’m going cross-eyed. He sucks my clit expertly, and it’s my tipping point. My body grows hotter. He’s building me up slowly, allowing me to savor the feeling. I pant, feeling every inch of me tense up. Pleasure slams into me, and I shake through the orgasm, not a single sound escaping me.

I get full after-shocks. What in the fuck? My body sags into the mattress. I dumbly stare at the ceiling, in a daze. What a guy.

What.

A.

Fucking.

Guy.

Aidan moves back up the bed. I turn to him, my hands already pawing at his briefs. I have to make sure he’s taken care of. The poor guy is harder than cement. I don’t mind it, either. I’d love to take him in my mouth, finally taste him. The thought makes me shiver.

“Don’t worry about me, Ivy.”

I do worry about him. I watch him in the dark as he closes his eyes. His chest is moving fast. He runs a hand over his face. He needs a release.

“You need this,” I tell him. “Let me take care of you.”

He shakes his head. “I’ve been jerking off to you since I met you. I’m used to this agony.”

“Not tonight.”

I take his hand and pull him toward me. “Come here, sir.”

He loses all control when I call him that.

He follows my lead, until he’s sitting on the edge of the bed and I’m on the floor before him, nestled between his spread legs. He watches me, understanding very quickly my intentions.

His blinks are slow as he regards me. “Take your top off,” he orders.

I slip it off and throw it on the ground. He leans over me and unclasps my bra. He pulls the straps down slowly like he’s unwrapping a present. The bra falls away and my breasts are bare to him. His gaze lingers on my breasts, and then back to my eyes.

“I swear to fucking God, Ivy, it’s like you were made for me, you know that?”

I smile at him, blushing at his compliment.

He gathers my hair into his fist and tugs me closer to his cock.

“I like it deep,” he says in a low voice. “Suck the tip slowly. Tease me, Ivy.”

“Okay.”

He tugs my hair sharply in disapproval. “Okay, what?”

“Okay, sir,” I amend.

He brings the tip of cock against my mouth and lightly runs it around my lips. “Now spit,” he orders. “Look at me, Ivy.”

If he wasn’t looking at me like I was the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, I might not have the bravery to do what he demands. But his want emboldens me. It silences the shy part of me. I look him in the eyes and coat his cock with my saliva. I open my mouth and wrap it around the head of him. Instantly, his body tightens as I bring him deeper into my mouth. He groans deep in his chest, his hold of my hair tightening as I suck him.

I move slowly, savoring the taste of his cock as I stare at him periodically. His eyelids are heavy, and he’s in a trance. His mouth is parted and he’s breathing heavily as I tease around his tip. He bends over to me suddenly and wraps his arm around my waist. He hauls me back on the bed, bringing my mouth back to his cock.

“Fuck me with your mouth, baby,” he demands, voice tight.

As I suck him, his hand drifts down my spine. I feel him part my ass and trace along my crease, prodding at my other hole as he watches me suck him. I jolt at the feeling, surprised by the pressure.

“Fuck yeah,” he groans. “You’re not used to this, are you, Miss Montcalm?”

"No, sir," I groan.

Pleasure runs through me when he calls me by my last name while he’s touching me. Is this how he feels when I do the same to him? This crazy rush? If so, I get it now.

He runs his fingers along my pussy, using my juices to rub along that hole I’ve never explored before. Then he presses his finger against it, never pushing in far, just adding enough pressure for me to know he’s there.

I move faster, already turned on all over again. He grips my hair with his other hand, encouraging me to move faster while I press my ass against his fingers.

“What do you want?” he demands, gruffly.

“Touch me, Mr West.”

“Deeper then, baby.”

I take him deeper and then he’s brushing his fingers along my clit, rubbing his fingers in circles. I buck, moaning along with him.

“Fuck yeah, Ivy.”

He builds me up, not caring when I bury my face in his lap instead of his cock. This build up is sweeter, more intense. When I come, quivering, shell-shocked by the intensity of my orgasm, Aidan’s fingers are back inside me, feeling me pulse around him. He pulls me back, settling my sagging body flat against the mattress. He spreads my legs and wraps his hand around his cock, jerking fast. His body shudders, his shoulders tense as he comes hard, aiming his