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

He fucks me hard and fast in that way I’m beginning to anticipate from him. He grips my hips tightly, dominating me, forcing me in place as he pumps into me without a single break. He gets lost in these moments, possessed even, and I can’t help the way my body bends to him, allowing him to get lost inside me. I like when he puts himself first because it’s rare and deserving. He fucks me looking after his own cock first and it sends me fucking wild that I’m being used for his enjoyment.

"You like that, Miss Montcalm?" he rasps tensely.

"Yes, sir."

He slaps my ass. "Louder."

I moan. "Yes, sir!"

He comes hard, dropping his chest against my body. I can feel his heart beating riotously through his chest as he rides through his orgasm.

But his dick, his dick is not softening. He pulls out of me and when I turn around to look at him, I see his eyes still glowing with need, still wanting.

It’s going to be a long day.

*

Aidan’s appetite is concerning. Maybe he has a medical condition. His dick should have fallen off by now, but it’s still hard and ready. I don’t understand this. We’ve fucked everywhere.

He bent me over the couch and rammed into me, smacking my ass until I came. Then he spent a solid hour with his mouth buried at my pussy, building me up like he had all the time in the world. My whole body trembled. Let’s just say, thank goodness he has an entire top floor to himself because the neighbors would have been throwing holy water at our door for all the sinful ways he’s taken me.

I’ve unleashed a beast.

He fucked my mouth after that and then slammed into me in front of the large, floor to ceiling windows. He pulled my hair, bit my shoulder, smacked my ass raw and kissed me until my lips hurt. I really need to sit on a cushion for the next few days because my ass is still burning.

There isn’t a place he hasn’t touched, and all the promises he made – “I’d fuck you in ways you can’t imagine” – is coming true. Because he has taken me in ways I can’t imagine, and I’m sore and battered by mid-afternoon.

We’re hungry and tired and we shower again. But this time he’s only rubbing my clit lazily as he washes my body, and I’m too numb to feel pleasure.

I want to tell him, you’ve broken me, Mr West. But I don’t want to give him that satisfaction.

When we’re out, I wrap a towel around my body, not bothering to change into anything. He’ll undress me anyway. What's the point? Aidan has the same in mind, but he doesn’t even bother with the towel. He struts nude around the apartment, not a care on his mind.

“Are we going to have this lasagna or are you going to keep delaying, Miss Montcalm?” he asks playfully.

“I’m the victim here,” I return lightly as I grab some plates from the cupboard. “I’ve been at the mercy of a very bad man.”

He sits at the island he fucked me perilously on this morning and smirks at me. “I’m a bad man?”

“When you fuck.”

“Mm.” Not even he’s denying it. “Can you blame me? I’m around the most beautiful woman and she’s mine.”

My cheeks heat from his words. Normally I’d say something sarcastic. I’d downplay his compliment and shrug it off. Instead, I look at him sincerely and whisper, “Thank you, Aidan.”

We eat together in comfortable silence. I watch him closely as he eats the lasagna, his face breaking out in surprise.

“Do you like it?” I ask.

“It’s amazing, Miss Montcalm,” he answers. “I might have to fire my chef.”

I laugh, eating my portion as I watch him demolish his. He must be telling the truth because he fills his plate again and eagerly eats.

“So this is what it feels like to be happy,” he murmurs to himself, glancing at me softly. “Eating a home cooked meal with a woman you love.”

I freeze, my eyes widening as I stare at him nervously. “You don’t mean that.”

He just smiles at me. “It’s true, Ivy. I’m in love with you.”

I don’t answer straightaway. My pulse is in overdrive. My body trembles as I process his declaration. Aidan is relaxed on the other hand. He chuckles at my reaction and leans over the island to hold my hand. He doesn’t expect me to say it back. He doesn’t seem bothered that I haven’t.

And I don’t know why I haven’t. I’m speechless and scared, and my body feels like it’s resisting to dig deep and process all the emotions I feel for Aidan. This barrier is fighting back hard because it’s terrified of what will be unleashed once I knock it down.

When we finish eating, he gathers the plates and places them in the dishwasher. His phone is blowing up again, and he squeezes my shoulder once before going to it.

“West,” he answers, pacing the apartment.

It’s not Steven on the other line. It’s another man and he doesn’t sound happy.

“I’m sorry you feel that way, Mr Eger, but I’m not going back on this,” Aidan retorts, disappearing into his bedroom.

I’m still sitting down, still feeling shaky, trying to absorb everything but finding myself unable to. It suddenly dawns on me how different everything truly is. I stare around the apartment, not really seeing it.

That screaming voice in my soul is back at me again.

I told you to wait, Ivy. I told you.

I run a hand over my face and breathe.

Aidan

I’ve fallen in love with Ivy Montcalm. I think I’ve loved her for a very long time. I’m not sure when it happened. It could have been sitting next to her on that flight when she was scratching at her nail polish and her ugly bracelets were clashing together.

It might have been in front of her ugly apartment building when she looked up to stare at her apartment,