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

He immediately slides back into me, working me faster, his thumb roaming over my clit.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He works me ruthlessly, holding nothing back, making me come so hard over his lap, my moans fill the room. Then his hand is in my hair and he’s dragging me off his lap and between his legs. He unzips his pants and pulls his cock out. I’m still coming down from my high when I feel his tip push between my lips.

“Come on,” he urges tightly. “I have to be out of here, baby. Suck me.”

I suck him and he groans, fingers digging into my scalp. He doesn’t wait for me to go at my own pace. He simply uses my mouth for me, pushing his cock as deep as I can take him, until I can’t breathe and he’s panting over me, groaning deep in his chest. He fucks my mouth and I’m simply along for the ride, sucking at his length, tasting him like a starved kitten. He uses me with a need I haven’t felt in him before. He wants more. God, I can sense he wants more. He wants to fuck me properly, and he’s settling for this. But why?

“Fuck yeah, Ivy,” he groans. “You feel so good, beauty. Take it deeper. Fuck.”

He comes down my throat, trembling around me. His hands relax around my head and he’s back to gentle Aidan. He pulls me up and into his lap, and I’m exhausted. I lay my head on his chest as he runs his hand up and down my spine.

He’s still panting, coming down from his high.

I want to tell him he still hasn’t answered why he won’t fuck me properly, but I’m too tired.

“You’re twisting me up, Ivy,” he says faintly. “You’re running through my blood. You’re a thirst I can’t fucking quench.”

I lay a kiss on his throat, right over his maddening pulse. Then I shut my eyes.

I must fall asleep because the next time I open my eyes, I’m alone in bed.

*

I type in: How to make man fuck you on Google. Don’t judge me. Desperate times, man. Desperate fucking times.

Okay, so, I guess I can wind him up by smelling better. Also, if I talk in a throatier, breathless tone, he’s going to associate that with sex. Huh. I try to practice this, but I end up sounding like a nutcase with throat problems.

I keep reading these idiotic articles, hoping for the break I need. Then I’m messaging Ana because you gotta have a girl talk sense to you.

Ana: Maybe he doesn’t last long.

Ana: Maybe vaginal sex doesn’t do it for him. Offer anal?

Ana: Maybe he’s waiting for you to take charge.

Ana: Maybe you need to give him an ultimatum. Penis or nothing at all, Mr West.

Ana: You’re not even responding back to me. This is how I know you take me for granted.

Ivy: I’m still reading through these stupid articles. So sorry.

Ana: Look, you need to tease him more. Stop being so readily available. Let him go mad with lust. No more crawling into bed with him. Wear short skirts and bend over or something. Make him chase you. If he’s so cross eyed with want, he’ll fuck you. I guarantee it.

Ivy: I don’t want to trick him into fucking me. I just want him to want to fuck me. God, I sound so desperate.

Ana: You’re not tricking him. You’re just…urging him in the right direction.

Ivy: =/

Ana: Have you tried asking him, Ivy? Maybe you’ll get your answer.

Ivy: I asked. He said when we’re ready, we’ll know. But I’m ready.

Ana: You’re assuming he’s waiting on you for that. Maybe the issue is with him not being ready.

I pause to consider that. This is Aidan we’re talking about, though. He loves sex, has expressed it on many occasions, and I want to have it with him. Badly.

It’s like Ana senses my thoughts because she messages me again.

Ana: Don’t be in his bed tonight. Let him pine for you, make him feel like the chase hasn’t ended just because you’re under the same roof. Worth a try, right?

Ivy: Okay.

I come home to an empty penthouse. The chef has come and gone. I can smell the steak in the air, and I have a quick – okay, long – binge in the fridge. Then I’m bathing myself in Aidan’s bathroom. I bought a bunch of feminine crap at the store, so I’m hoping I can leave a pretty scent in the air. He’ll take a whiff of this epic flowery shit and will want me with his dick.

His bathroom has a splash of pink when I leave it and go to my room. I’ve hardly been in it except to change out of my clothes. I settle into the bed, trying my hardest at this playing hard to get bullshit. I’m not sure what Aidan will think when he goes to his room tonight and doesn’t see me in his bed.

He needs to miss me, though. Ana made a good point. I’m not playing hard to get to fuck with him. I’m just giving him some head space to want me a little more…

I turn the lights off and bury myself in a good book. I’m reading about hot pirates that have tentacle arms (I don’t know how I went down this romance rabbit hole) and a damsel in distress women with huge bosoms (I’m jealous) when I hear noises outside my bedroom. I pause my reading to listen.

Aidan’s home by the sounds of it. I hear his keys skidding along the kitchen counter and then his footsteps. I hold my breath, wondering what his reaction will be when he doesn’t find me in his bed. The door of his room opens. Then stillness follows.

Okay, okay, what’s he thinking?

Just as quickly, though, I hear his footsteps again coming down the hallway. I quickly shut off the kindle and pretend to sleep. The door to my room whips open. Seconds later the covers