at me, brow raised, as if to say, I’m here. Now, what are you going to do with me?
Oh, baby, I’m going to do a lot with you.
I slide my hand up her thigh, but my fingers don’t meet bare skin.
“You’re wearing pantyhose.” I frown.
“I was coming to the White House. I wasn’t coming here with bare legs.”
So proper yet so fucking dirty. Gripping the flimsy fabric, I rip it from her leg and then do the same to the other.
“Feel better?” She’s trying to act like she’s pissed off, but the flush on her chest tells me otherwise.
“Much.”
Then, I slip my hand between her legs and press my palm to her panties. “Soaked, like I thought.”
She leans forward and presses her hand against my cock. “Hard, like I thought.”
Fuck, she’s hot.
Her brow is raised. Both of our chests are rising and falling.
Then, we’re kissing. Hard and fast.
I grip the backs of her thighs and lift her onto my lap, so she’s straddling me.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard.” I yank down the front of her dress and capture her nipple with my teeth.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” she pants.
“The best one I’ve ever had.”
“What if someone comes in?”
“No one’s coming.” Except for us. “Get my cock out.”
Fingers fumble with my belt and zipper while I suck on her tit. When her hand wraps around my dick, it’s like fucking heaven.
She starts jacking me off. I yank her panties to the side and plunge two fingers inside her.
I catch her moan with my mouth. I don’t think anyone will hear, but I’m also not willing to test that theory. I want to fuck my girl, and nothing is going to stop me.
My girl.
Well, that’s a new thought.
Dillon’s head falls back, and she starts riding my hand. “Jesus … West, keep doing that, and I’m gonna come.”
I pull my fingers from her pussy, and she lets out a moan of frustration. I get a possessive kind of satisfaction, knowing how much she wants me … needs me in this moment. Even if only to make her come.
“Why did you stop?” she huffs.
“Because I need to be inside you when you come.” I grip the elastic of her thong and snap it, tearing it from her body. Then, I shove the panties in the inside pocket of my jacket.
She raises a brow. “You’re keeping them?”
“Souvenir. Now, climb up on my dick.” I slap her ass. “And ride me hard.”
“So fucking bossy,” she mutters but does as I asked.
She rises up onto her knees. I hold out my dick, and she slides down on him. Her sweet, soaked pussy grips my dick like she owns him.
Maybe she does.
When she’s full of me, her ass pressed to my lap, she shudders over me.
Our eyes meet. Her blues so wide. So trusting. So needy. I cup her face with my hand and glide my thumb over her lips. Lips that are painted red. I want that lipstick all over my mouth. Grabbing a handful of her hair, I tug her mouth down to mine and kiss her.
Her tongue sweeps over mine, and this sudden, intense urgency to have her, to be even closer to her, hits me out of nowhere.
It’s like a thirst. A hunger I need to sate.
I need more of her. All of her.
What’s happening to me?
I feel dizzy. Hot. Needy.
I tug my tie loose and unbutton the top of my shirt. “Fuck me,” I groan into her mouth. “I need you to fuck me.”
She rides me hard, but nothing feels enough right now. I feel insane. Like I could fuck her forever and I’d never get close to getting everything I want from her.
All my senses are filled with her. The sounds she makes. The way she smells … the way she touches me.
She’s taking over me. I feel out of control.
What the fuck is wrong with me right now?
Maybe I just need the control. I need to be the one fucking her.
Shifting forward, holding on to her, I take us down to the floor. I shove my pants down my ass, and I start fucking her hard. My hands planted on either side of her head on the floor, I pound into her over and over.
When she starts to come, she bites her lip to contain the curse and cries that I know she wants to make. I watch her come. Her eyes slam shut, ecstasy covering her features, and nothing has ever looked more beautiful in this