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

of Derek once. I left that apartment and haven’t looked back once. That change was scary, too. This is what this feeling is. It must be.

Anyway, you’d be stupid not to want Aidan, especially after a declaration like that. No, I want him. God, I wanted him the second I met him and his filthy mouth. I stare at that mouth now. I know what he tastes like, and I want more.

I move my hand behind me and search for my zipper midway up my back. God, I’m nervous. I pull it down, looking back at Aidan. I peel my dress down, exposing my bra to him. I hope it looks sexy because I am freaking out right now.

“I want you,” I tell him. “I want this, Aidan.”

“You’re sure?” he asks once more, his eyes dropping to my breasts. He's losing his control.

“I’m sure.”

The words barely leave my lips when he cuts the distance in one long stride and kisses me. His kisses are hard this time, full of passion and need. His arms move around me. He takes my dress and peels it further down my body, and then he’s picking me up. He effortlessly carries me across the apartment in the direction of his bedroom. His mouth leaves mine. He kisses down my neck and buries his face between my breasts. His hand captures the back of my bra. He unclasps it quickly and throws it down like it’s on fire.

We’re in the hallway when he presses me against the wall. My fingers are buried in his hair as he brings my breast to his mouth and sucks on my nipple. The action sends a jolt through me.

I groan, feeling him harden between my legs. “Fuck.”

“Oh, that vulgar mouth,” he mutters, slamming his mouth back to mine, slipping his tongue in to taste me. “I love this mouth.”

I don’t let him say another word. I’m desperately kissing him as my shaky hands work the buttons of his shirt, but it’s taking too long and I suddenly want him now, or I may explode.

“Please,” I tell him. “Please, sir.”

Aidan undoes his belt, not sparing a moment as he unzips his fly. His hand moves between my legs. He pushes my panties aside and shoves his cock straight into me. He sinks into me fast and hard, and my being tears in two as he fits himself inside me. I suck in a surprised breath, shocked as my body catches up.

He doesn’t move. He watches me closely adjust to his size, squirming because he’s so big and it hurts and pulses delightfully all at the same time.

“That’s it,” he whispers, smirking devilishly at me as I begin to squirm in a different way. "You need it hard. You need to be fucked like you're being owned for the first time, baby." Pleasure pulsates through me, diminishing the pain as he slowly pulls out of me and then slams into me again, same force as before. So unforgivable. He buries his face into my neck, sucking at my skin feverishly, working his hips as he delivers blow after delicious blow. My arms are wrapped around him now, holding him to me closely. I moan in his ears, crying out every time he pushes into me deep and mercilessly.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he’s murmuring heatedly, pulling back to look at me. His eyes are pinned to mine as he fucks me. His eyes are tender but his body is a hurricane, ruthless and powerful. “Fuck yes, Ivy.”

Then he’s moving again, taking me down the hallway, his cock still buried inside me. He kicks his bedroom door open and hurries us to his bed. He sets me down on my back, never breaking free from my lips as he continues to fuck me, his entire body covering mine. There’s nothing doting about the way he’s doing it. He’s fucking me hard like he’s had enough of waiting, like he can’t get deep enough inside me still. My underwear grazes against his cock as he goes, and it burns into my skin because of the way it was shoved aside, but I don’t let go of him. I keep him close, raising my hips to meet him stroke for stroke.

He curses as he goes, fucking me in that delicious suit. He damns himself for not being able to slow down. I can’t stop, he says. I can’t. He’s lost in the moment, moving erratically, fucking me until we’ve slid up the bed and I’m coming apart, pleasure rushing through my body like a wave. He silences my screams with his mouth, kissing me deeply as he continues, never skipping a beat.

He stops suddenly, panting over me, groaning as he lets his forehead rest against mine. His eyes are shut, his body still. He hasn’t come. I can still feel him inside me, still thick and hard.

He pulls out of me slowly, and his hands are all over me. He squeezes my breasts before pulling down my dress and discarding it behind him. My underwear follows. He runs his hands over every inch of me, looking me over with this lustful gaze. Then he pushes his pants and briefs down, kicking them off. He takes his tie, about to loosen it when I sit up quickly and grab it.

“No,” I tell him. “This stays on, Mr West.”

His lips spread into the sexiest smile he’s ever given me. I wrap the tie around my hand and pull him back down to me.

“Fuck me now,” I tell him. “Please, sir.”

And he does, but he flips me over first and takes me from behind this time, sliding into me in one smooth stroke. He moves fast, groaning through the pleasure as he lands a smack against my ass, and then another, and then another in quick sequence. I jump from the pain each time and then push my ass back, begging for more.

“I’m going to come inside you, Miss Montcalm,” he growls over me. “You’re going to be flooded