Stripped Bare (Stripped #1)(43)

He climbed on top of me, pulling my legs around his waist, and kissed me. I lost myself in the magic of his mouth, sliding my hands beneath his shirt and pulling it over his shoulders until he threw it onto the floor. I ran my hands over his body, dipping my fingertips through every muscle ridge and over every inch of his perfect skin.

“Told you you’d come to me,” he rasped against my neck, swirling the tip of his tongue in tiny circles. “Despite everything. Knew you’d give in.”

“Cocky bastard,” I whispered, pressing my hips up to his.

“Confident,” he fired back, moving down my body. He pulled me up and lifted my shirt over my head, swiftly making my bra follow it.

“Cocky.” It was definitely cocky.

He smiled, flicking his tongue over my nipple a few times before going to the other. Then back to the first, and over to the second again. I moaned, digging my fingertips into his shoulders. His laugh against my skin was deep and melodic, raspy and sexy, and he eased back, kissing down my stomach, until he had his fingers in my belt loops.

He tugged, peeling my jeans over my hips and my butt, right down my legs and over my ankles. He tossed them to the floor, too. Then he stood, undressing himself from his remaining clothes. Harshly, he yanked me down the bed so my ass was on the edge and my knees were hooked over his shoulders. The kisses he peppered along the inside of my thigh made my hips buck as desperation made my clit ache and throb.

West kissed me through the lace of my thong. His probing tongue combined with the roughness of the material rubbing against my clit felt so good, more intense than anything I’d ever felt. He teased me that way, flattening his hand against my lower stomach. Every time I tried to pull away from his mouth, he would tug me right back until he finally moved my underwear to the side and kissed me properly.

His tongue relentlessly explored my *, and I went from breathing too quick to barely breathing at all. Sweat slicked my skin as my body took over and moved my hips in a quick rhythm. He stilled, holding me there as I f*cked his face, my body pleading for release. I was tight everywhere, desperate for it, begging him for more, and he read it perfectly, sliding one finger inside me and thrusting it until that combined with his tongue against my clit set my body alight with a wave of pleasure.

“West...” I gasped, grasping at the sheet and his hair. “God, West.”

“I love it when you call me by my proper name: God.” He laughed low as he dragged his mouth up my body and kissed me. My orgasm coated his lips, and he slid his hand up the outside of my thigh and gripped my ass. “You mean what you said earlier? You’re protected?”

“Yes,” I whispered, feeling his cock twitch against my inner thigh. “And…clean.”

“Tell me I can f*ck you like this,” he whispered back, into my ear. He reached between us, wrapped his fingers around his cock, and rubbed the head of it against my sensitive clit. “Tell me I can f*ck you and feel you properly.”

“You can f*ck me like this.” I trailed my nails up his back and met his eyes. “I want you to f*ck me like this.”

It was as though my words, whenever I gave him permission to do something, stirred an instinct in him that made him move without hesitation. Within a few seconds, he had my legs around his waist, his cock positioned at my wet *. Then he rubbed his fingers down over my clit and dipped them inside me.

Next thing I knew, he’d replaced his fingers with his cock and I had my head thrown back in relief as he was finally inside me.

He grabbed my waist and pushed me up the bed, an action that pulled him out of me. No sooner had I thought it than he’d moved his body over mine and pushed his cock back inside me. His hands slid along my arms until he linked his fingers through mine and pinned my hands above my head.

He wasn’t joking about it.

He pounded into me. He hadn’t been joking about the hard, either. He f*cked me so roughly that my breath caught several times, but I loved every moment. I loved the desperation I felt as he kissed me. Loved the need I felt as he gripped my hands.

Loved the way he f*cked me, unapologetically hard, keeping every promise he’d made.

Sweat coated my skin in a thin sheen. Goose bumps covered my arms, and my muscles clenched on and off, my legs tightening around his waist. I wanted to hold him against him, make him push deeper, harder.

I needed it.

I tilted my hips up, and I got it.

“Dirty girl,” he said against my mouth, his voice rough and cracking.

My * clenched as he thrust hard.

“Squeeze my cock. Go on, Mia. Squeeze my cock so hard you make yourself come. I know you want to. I know you want to feel my cock deep inside you when you do.”

I tried to swallow, but I couldn’t. His words—oh god, they were sending me over the edge, and I couldn’t help but do what he said.

“Fuck, your tight little * feels so good,” he groaned, breathless.

Surprise flicked through me as he rolled to the side, pulling out of me and pushing me onto my side. He pulled me back against him, lifted my leg, and rammed himself back inside me. He curled one arm beneath my neck and grabbed both my wrists so I couldn’t move. Then he slipped his other hand over my hip and pressed two fingers against my clit.

At this angle, he was deeper. Harder. Rougher.

“West...”

“That’s it, angel. Come over my cock.” He rubbed my clit so hard that I simultaneously tried to push his cock inside me and his hand away from me.