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

load against the folds of my pussy. His chest moves rapidly; even in the dark I can see his skin gleaming under the moonlight flooding through the cracks in the blinds. He runs the wet head of his cock along my clit and sensitive skin, all the while looking a mixture between satiated and entranced.

I watch him through bleary eyes, I’m so tired, as he takes my hand and rests it between my legs.

“That’s us, beauty,” he tells me, voice thick with pleasure. “All our desire, all our need, all our dangerously driven madness we’ve harbored for one another coming out of us in one sweet rush. I fucking love it.”

I run my fingers along my skin, feeling it, feeling us, and he looks back at me, a different look in his eye. He’s looking at me like he wants me all over again.

He collapses on the mattress next to me and brings me to his side. I turn to my side and wrap an arm around him, burying my face against his chest. He’s still coming down from his high, his breaths moving fast and hard. I can hear his heart beating in my ear and I shut my eyes.

“So much better than the quiet,” I whisper sleepily.

“Sleep,” he whispers back.

He brings the covers back over us, and I pass out hard.

Twenty-Two

Ivy

I feel him leaving the bed in the early morning. By the time I finally have the energy to open my eyes, I find him getting ready for work. He’s in just his suit pants, striding quietly through the dimly lit room. He doesn’t want to wake me, but it’s too late now. I prop myself up on my elbow and lay my head against my hand.

“It’s four in the morning,” I say. “Come back to bed.”

He stops before the end of the bed, glancing at me as he slips his shirt on. His eyes run over me. I can’t grasp his mood. He’s good at hiding it and right now he’s hiding it well. I don’t know if he’s the one regretting what we did because it sure as hell isn’t me.

“Money doesn’t sleep,” he tells me.

“Who made that rule up?” I ask.

“Every hungry man waiting for an opportunity to strike.”

“It’s a stupid rule.”

He smirks at me. The look of it reassures me. “Ivy, lay the fuck down and sleep.”

I fall to my back and spread my arms out. “How am I supposed to sleep in this gigantic bed without you?”

Buttoning his shirt up, he walks around the bed until he’s standing over me, looking me over me with gentler eyes. “You miss me already?”

I remove the covers and expose my nude body to him. His fingers pause along the middle buttons of his shirt. He looks over my body, stopping at the needy bit between my legs and lets out a harsh breath.

“Oh, temptress,” he murmurs, pained.

I don’t cover myself. “Come to bed.”

To my surprise, he lets go of the button and crawls into the bed, hovering over me. He drops his head to my breasts and takes a nipple between his lips, sucking gently. My hands fly to his head and a surge of pleasure rushes through me. I moan, running my fingers through his hair. He palms my other breast and squeezes it while his other hand is between my legs, already stroking at my pussy.

“You have to take me, Aidan,” I tell him. “I can’t stand this. I need more. I need you.”

He kisses down my body and is back between my legs, sucking me. How does he know what feels so good? This isn’t possible. My hips buck as sparks ignite through me.

“Fuck yes, Mr West,” I groan.

I come hard and fast and, goddamn him, he’s pulling away now. He gathers the covers and throws it back over me, covering my body.

“Sleep,” he tells me.

I’m limp as a noodle, still coming down from my high. I close my eyes, my chest moving rapidly as he moves off the bed and resumes getting ready for work.

“Are you going to keep me waiting all day?” I ask sleepily.

“You have work, don’t you?” he returns.

“It’s Sunday, Aidan.”

A few minutes pass. I think he’s gone. I sigh into the covers, trying to get warm. It’s good to know that money can’t buy even warmth in a massive penthouse like this. Rich folk can’t have it all.

The bed dips and a solid body slips under the covers. Aidan’s strong arm pulls me into his bare chest.

“You’re here,” I whisper.

“Mm.” He kisses my shoulder. “Sleep.”

“Now I can’t.”

“Shh.”

I squirm, pressing my back further into his chest. His arm is wrapped around me, his hand is by my chest. I take his hand and hold it. He lets out a soft sigh.

“You’re still here.”

“I can’t leave you in this apartment all by your lonesome self after a night like that, now can I?” he replies.

“Good call.”

“Shh.”

I don’t shh though.

“Are you hungry?” I murmur.

“Hmm?”

“I think I’m going to walk to a breakfast joint and have four waffles coated in so much maple syrup. I’m talking so much syrup, Aidan. It’ll be syrup with a side of waffles instead.”

His chest vibrates with laughter. “Sounds good, Ivy.”

“What do you usually have for breakfast?”

“Coffee.”

“And what?”

“Just coffee.”

“You don’t eat breakfast?” My voice comes out in a shocked hiss. I turn my head back to look at him. His eyes are already open, staring back at me. He has the sexiest smirk on his lips I want to suck right off. “I hope you’re joking, Aidan.”

“I have a big lunch to make up for it.”

“Breakfast food?”

“No.”

I frown. “I’m so disappointed in you, Mr West. Breakfast is the best meal of the day.”

“What do you usually have?”

I waver, realizing my hypocrisy. “I’m usually racing to work.”

“So…”

“I, too, partake in a cup of coffee.”

His brows shoot up and he gives me a look. “How dare you admonish me.”

I turn around now to look at him, grinning. “I’m an asshole, hey?”

“You hurt my