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

“I want it.”

“You want it what?”

“I want it, sir.”

“Fuck.” He stills, and I feel his length jerk inside me as he comes, moaning deep in his chest.

I shut my eyes at the sensation. He’s still inside me as the moments drag out, still hard despite coming. Then he pulls out of me slowly, his hand already massaging my center.

“Lay on your back,” he orders weakly, still coming down from his high.

I lay on my back and look up at him. His mouth is red from our kisses. He’s just wearing his crisp white shirt and tie, but it’s loosened now. His hair needs another cut because it’s fallen over his forehead. He looks boyish and beautiful and I want him all over again.

He moves over me and drops his head to mine. He kisses me gently, his tongue strokes less punishing and more intimate now.

“Relax,” he coos, kissing down my throat. “We’ve only just started, Ivy. It’s going to be a long night for the both of us.”

Then he drops to my side, his hand stroking my pussy in circular motions. He stares down at me, his mouth pulled to one side. A satisfied Aidan West is a sight to behold.

Twenty-Seven

Ivy

He sucks my nipples, working me slowly, his fingers damp from my come and, I suspect, his. I feel his seed push out of me, and I think he feels it too because his smirk intensifies as he works me, rubbing it all over my clit.

“Why did we wait this long again?” I whisper, body jerking at the pleasure he’s pulling out of me.

He chuckles. “Because I needed to know you were going to be mine. I wanted you to want us.”

“Sort of obvious, Mr West. I wanted you long before you did.”

He shakes his head. “I wanted you the second you uttered the word fuck on that flight, temptress. You, on the other hand, wanted to have my head.”

I smile weakly. “Okay, true, but I didn’t take a good look at you.”

“So it was my good looks that won you over?”

“Your good looks got my attention, but it was your filthy mouth that won me over in the end.”

He kisses me again, in that delicate way. “When I told you I’d fuck you in ways you could never imagine?”

“Well, you just did.”

He shakes his head. “Oh, Ivy, this is nothing. There are so many things I’m going to do to this body. It’s going to be my playground.”

I shiver from anticipation. He notices, chuckling. “You’re sensitive, you know that? Your appetite for pleasure is blowing me away.”

“Afraid you won’t keep up with me?” I joke as he delivers another chaste kiss.

“Not a chance.”

He takes my hand and rests it against his cock. He’s already hardening.

“You do things to me, Ivy,” he confesses, thoughtfully. “It’s unnatural.”

His phone vibrates just then, interrupting us. He pulls away, leaving me wanting as he picks up his suit pants and digs it out of his pocket. He stares at the screen and answers.

“Yeah,” he says returning to me, his hand back at my center.

It’s unusual for Aidan to be picking up a phone call in the middle of our time together. Something must be up.

I hear a familiar voice on the other end. Bloody Steven again.

“I’m sure,” Aidan says, sounding amused as he flicks his tongue out and laps it over my nipple. I respond immediately, running my fingers through his hair.

“I’m not being impulsive,” Aidan continues. “I think you’ll be following in my footsteps, Steven.”

I hear Steven’s words just then. “Whatever she’s done to you, Aidan, it suits you.”

Aidan pauses, looking momentarily shocked. “I’m glad you think so.”

“I’ll see you Monday, then. No point you coming in tomorrow. I’ll handle everything. It’s going to take some time to have this pushed through, but when this goes public, you’ll want to be hidden.”

“No chance of doing it in the quiet?”

Steven hums in thought. “We’ll see.”

Aidan hangs up and tosses the phone aside. He returns his attention to me, kissing down my body, gripping my hips. I watch him, feeling curious.

“What’s going on at work, Aidan?” I wonder.

“Big things, temptress,” he murmurs.

He pushes a finger inside me, silencing me. He pulls back to watch my face as he pumps into me, looking cocky as fuck as I come undone yet again. Then he lifts my hips and pulls me to him. He immediately sinks his cock into me, entering me in that unexpected way again. He watches my reaction. “You like that, Ivy? When I just take you like that?”

I hardly look at him, too lost in the feeling, and he chuckles in response. He fills me up so wholly, so completely. There’s not a part of me he isn’t touching. I don’t just mean that in the physical sense either. I can feel Aidan prodding at that barrier I’ve built to my soul. He’s shattering it with every stroke of his cock, with every charming smile and heated stare.

He’s owning me completely.

I suck in a breath, feeling emotional as he works me. Thankfully, he drops down over me, burying his face in my neck as he fucks me fast and hard. He doesn’t see me come undone. Doesn’t see the tears budding at the corner of my eyes.

He just fucks me hard.

Then slow.

Then hard again as he comes inside me.

*

I wake up to his cock between my legs. I’m suddenly aware Aidan is over me, his front pressed to my back. I’m still on my stomach, still naked, still recuperating from our last session. I don’t know how long ago that was. He had been holding me the last time I was coherent. I can’t tell the time because it’s so still and dark in the bedroom, but it must be really late.

I hear him rummaging around me.

“Spread your legs,” he demands in a tight voice.

I spread them immediately.

He sinks into me from behind slowly. I gulp a breath at the