Stripped Bare (Stripped #1)(70)

West hiked my legs up from his hips to his waist, kissing his way down my neck and over my heaving chest. I moaned the moment he closed his lips around my nipple and greedily teased it with his tongue. My fingers wound themselves in his hair, and I felt his smile as he tugged hard then released it.

The other received the same needy treatment, and I gasped when he moved farther down my body.

Before I knew it, he was on one knee, and my feet had hit the ground. He grabbed the sides of my panties, yanked them down my legs, and carelessly threw them to the side once I’d stepped out of them. They slid across the floor, but I had no idea where they stopped because he hooked my legs over his shoulders, grabbed my ass, and pulled my * close to his face.

His breath tickled across my clit, and I breathed heavily when he ran his nose along the side of my thigh.

“Look how wet your * is, Mia.” He kissed the mound of skin right above my wetness. “Look how f*cking wet it is for me. Because it knows it belongs to me. Even your sweet, tight little * knows it’s mine.” His tongue licked a teasing trail from my ass to my clit then flicked back and forth over it.

My hands found their way into his hair again as he licked my *. I writhed against his face, held up by his iron grip on my ass and my shoulder blades against the wall. I couldn’t help but move and flex and f*ck his face right back as he f*cked me with his tongue.

He was intense in his tongue’s assault of my clit, and within minutes, I shook with the heady force of my orgasm as it consumed me.

I’d barely recovered when he was standing, guiding my legs back to his waist, and pushing his cock into me.

He wiped his mouth with his hand then swallowed my cry with a kiss as he buried himself deep inside me. His palm connected with my ass cheek as he pounded into me. It turned me on more, and my nails scratched up his back, marring his perfect skin as his relentless f*cking came faster.

West wrapped one arm around my lower back and grabbed my face, forcing me to look at him. Our gazes connected, and everything else disappeared. There was just him, desperately moving inside me, touching me, holding me up, f*cking me until I felt like I couldn’t breathe anymore.

He said one word.

“Mine.”

I nodded as I felt a new orgasm rapidly building.

“Say it, Mia,” he forced out between labored breaths. “Fucking say you’re mine.”

“I...” I couldn’t form the words.

Everything was building, and just when I thought I could, his name left my lips in a desperate cry to the tune of my pleasure. My entire body clenched as my blood pumped red hot around my body. I couldn’t control how tightly I gripped him or how I whimpered when he groaned my name as he came inside me.

I’d lost control completely, and it was all his fault.

Still, when we’d stopped and he was still holding me, still inside me, I buried my face in his neck and I whispered, “Yours. I’m yours, West.”

His grip tightened. He didn’t say anything, but he did pull me away from the wall and carry me to the stairs. His cock rocked inside me as he carried me up, but he pulled out of me after he’d placed me gently on his bed.

He leaned over me and kissed me, slowly gliding one of his hands up my thigh. “Stay,” he whispered between kisses. “Stay with me. All night.”

I touched his face. “I can’t. I don’t have anything I need.”

“Then we’ll go get it.” His blue eyes seemed brighter as he gazed down at me. “We’ll clean up, go get your stuff, then come back.”

“Why do you want me to stay so badly?”

“Because I’m not done with you yet.” He sucked my bottom lip. “You’re mine, and I’m going to f*ck you so hard and deep and dirty that you won’t ever doubt it.”

“You drive a hard bargain.”

“Twelve hours ago, you were done with me. Now, you’re lying on my bed, having just been f*cked against my living room wall, with my come inside you. There’s no bargaining, angel.” He smirked down at me, his hand back on my ass. “This is a done deal. So, if you want the things you apparently need—and clothing doesn’t fall into that bracket—then we need to move now before I change my mind and keep you here all night.”

I linked my hands behind his neck. He was right. Twelve hours ago, I didn’t want to do this anymore.

Good thing I’d finally made my mind up, wasn’t it?

“Let’s go.” I kissed him.

He got up, disappearing into the adjoining bathroom. He threw a towel through the door at me.

“Although I do need clothes. Work has to happen, you know.”

“Yes, it does. I supposed I can allow you clothes for that.” He leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom, naked save for the towel he was using to clean his still-hard cock off. “Just for that though. You really won’t need them for what else I have planned for you.”

I raised my eyebrows, but I didn’t question it. Instead, I stood and stuffed the towel between my legs in a very undignified way. West fought laughter as I waddled to the door. Why’d he have to bring me up here?

“Then I guess I better go find my panties.”

“I guess you better,” he said, laughter echoing in his words. “You’ll be losing them again soon enough.”