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

I grin at him and he smiles back. “You’re getting it, Mr –”

He smashes his mouth against mine, kissing me so hard, I go weak. His arms wrap around me, holding me to him. His tongue searches my mouth, tasting me. He turns me around, his face nipping at my neck now and brings his hand between my legs.

“How about I make you come first?”

I sag against him, shutting my eyes as he rubs my clit. “Yes, sir.”

“Fuck yeah, Ivy, you’re getting it, too.”

He sucks my neck, sticking his finger deep into me.

“Fuck yes, I love how tight you are,” he rasps in my ear. “You’re fucking my finger so good, Miss Montcalm.”

It’s not enough, though. His cock is poking me in the back. I’d give anything to have him inside me right now.

“Fuck me, sir,” I beg. “I want you in me.”

“Mm.” He doesn’t do that, though. He uses his finger to drive me wild and then he’s rubbing along my clit, taking his time, building me up again. I come hard, crying out, and he’s holding me upright, keeping me steady.

“You come hard every time,” he mutters. “So hot, Ivy.”

I don't get a chance to respond back. He pushes me down until I'm on my knees.  "Cup those beautiful tits for me again," he orders.

I do and he jerks himself over me, coming over my lips and chest with the most satisfied look.

One can get used to this.

After the shower he’s back in his suit and I’m leafing through my closet, trying to find something elegant enough. Ana said he likes elegant looking women. After all, he was seen strutting around with them, wasn’t he? Probably not the best thing to think about. I’m just not feeling very good enough right now.

He shows up at my closet, leaning his body against the doorway, watching me make a mess.

“You’re having trouble,” he notes.

“I want to look good.”

“You’d look good in anything.”

“I don’t want to look underdressed next to you,” I explain to him.

He walks in and pulls off a pair of jeans and a blue cropped sweater. “Wear these.”

“But –”

“I’ll wear something else.”

Before I can argue, he disappears from the room. By the time I’ve dressed, he’s in the room and wearing jeans and a black sweater.

“Better?” he asks me, smirking at my relieved expression.

I smile. “Much.”

“Let’s go have breakfast.”

It’s around seven in the morning when we leave the apartment. We’re in the underground parking lot when he raises his hand and presses a button on his car fob. A car roars to life. I’m walking in the direction of the blue sportscar when I hear him say, “Wrong car, beauty.”

I pause and redirect my attention to the yellow Lamborghini that is now roaring to life. My mouth drops open, and I look at him in surprise.

“Is this a Gallardo?” I ask him because I'm an idiot and don't know any other Lambo by name.

“Aventador,” he answers.

I smile at him just before entering. “I won’t even pretend to know the difference.”

He grins in response and slips in.

When I get in, I do my best to be as gentle as possible. I don’t want to accidentally scratch the interior or slam the door too hard. Aidan watches me with an amused expression. I clasp my hands together in my lap and sit completely still on the yellow and black leather seat. It even smells luxurious.

Aidan leans over, taking the seatbelt I stupidly forgot to put on. I’m so scatterbrained, I’m not thinking straight. He buckles me up, adjusting the belt over me. His finger runs along my bare arm, an intimate touch that leaves goosebumps behind. He studies my expression, appearing careful.

“Comfortable?” he then asks me.

I smile nervously at him. “Trying to be.”

“Sit tight, temptress.”

My heart warms at the nickname. “I will.”

His grin intensifies. “There’s nothing sexier than a beautiful woman in a beautiful car.”

Before I can respond, he sits back, and the car takes off out of the parking lot. My whole body tenses. I can feel the power in the car and he’s not even going fast.

“Wow, this is crazy cool.”

He grins at me, catching my reaction. “This is nothing. Wait until I take you out to some empty backroads. Those roads go for miles. You don’t know how fast you can go until you’re in one of these things.”

“You’re an adrenaline junkie.”

His smile looks so boyish. I’ve never seen him so giddy. “I am.”

“Sounds dangerous.”

“The best things in life usually are.” He looks at me then, and I feel his desire.

He steals my breath away.

I feel like I’m falling perilously off the edge and into an abyss with no end.

*

We go to Sunset Grill. I’ve been a handful of times with Ana. The waffles here are to die for. The place is already noisy and crowded, but not enough we don’t get seats straightaway. We sit next to the window around a small table. The smell of eggs and coffee is in the air. Oh, yeah, the coffee here is to die for, too.

Aidan has his phone on the table, and it’s lighting up every two seconds. He ignores it though as he looks over the menu. I glance at the screen. It’s work stuff. A meeting he was supposed to be at. I read a message from someone named Steven that says: Not cool of you, Aidan.

I look at Aidan. “You’re not supposed to be here, are you?”

“Says who?” he asks casually.

“I saw some of your messages. You’re supposed to be at a meeting.”

“The world will turn in my absence.”

“Are you always so blasé about work matters?”

He turns a page in the menu. “As of lately? Yes. My sexy temptress is to blame.”

I bite my lower lip to stop from smiling. I look at his face, at his lips, at his strong hands. I feel heady with desire for the guy. “Thank you for taking me out in your Aventador Lamborghini, and for making me come like a firecracker