Finding Mr. Write (Business of Love #5) - Ali Parker Page 0,51

a rollercoaster and I couldn’t get off—didn’t want to get off. Wes was in control and he brought me to the brink, where he held me, his tongue slowing, lips sealing and puckering, until I could see stars bursting behind my eyelids.

He released my hips. His tongue worked me over and he ran his fingers up my swollen slit and pushed in. As soon as he filled me up, I broke open. I cried out with pleasure and gave up what little control I had left. Wes moaned against my flesh. The sound of him between my thighs unleashed a fresh desperation I didn’t think I could feel after such a release.

Was I ever wrong.

I scrambled back and onto my knees. Wes watched hungrily and slid off the end of the bed to step out of his boxers. His cock sprang free, ready and bending toward his belly button, and I fell onto my stomach, rolled onto my back, and hung my head over the edge of the bed, inviting him to fuck my mouth.

Wes let out a low growl and stepped in close. He pressed his cock down so it rested against my tongue, and then he leaned forward, sliding into my mouth until he pressed against the back of my throat. I closed my eyes and took as much as I could. He started to pull out but I reached up and grabbed him by the back of his thighs, showing him I could take more.

He gave it to me.

I moaned around his thick cock and spread my thighs for him. Wes leaned over me, his cock still buried in my throat, and rubbed two fingers along my clit. I rolled my hips, enjoying the pleasure as I held him in my mouth. He started rocking his own hips, fucking me nice and slow. I moaned in response, unable to control or contain my arousal. I had never in my life been so turned on. I could hear and feel how wet my pussy was when Wes slid two fingers inside me and fucked me like he meant it.

I came all over his duvet.

Wes pulled back and rolled me over. “Don’t move,” he commanded.

I stayed right where I was and he went to the nightstand, where he opened the drawer, pulled out a condom, and returned to me as he tore the wrapper open and rolled it down his length.

He turned me around so that I was on my back with my ass right at the edge of the bed, pushed my legs back, and ran his cock over my swollen, dripping-wet pussy.

“Hold your knees,” he growled.

He was a completely different man in the bedroom. He knew what he wanted and how he wanted it and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I would give him everything.

Everything.

He pressed inside me.

He was huge. I felt a tight sensation of pressure as he pushed in deep, but I took him. He started off slow and gentle, and I bit my bottom lip until the discomfort abated and was replaced with such intense pleasure I found it hard to breathe.

Wes pushed his thumb down on my clit.

I whimpered.

“Your pussy is so fucking tight,” he grated through clenched teeth.

His hair hung wet in his eyes and all of his muscles stood at attention as he fucked me and fought to stay in control.

I wished he would let go completely. I wished he would indulge in his primal side. I could take it.

“Harder,” I pleaded.

Wes gripped the back of my thighs as I held my legs back. He leaned over me and buried himself deeper. I cried out, but he didn’t relent, and he fucked me hard and fast until I came on his cock. My screams pushed him over the edge and he came hard with his head bowed and his jaw tight. I pulled him down to me and he settled between my thighs for sweet kisses as his cock pulsed inside me like the after tremors of an earthquake.

Chapter 22

Wes

Briar dozed off around four in the morning. We were both spent but I didn’t dare close my eyes. Every moment with her, especially this moment, was precious, and I didn’t want to miss a single second of it.

She slept like an angel. Her hair, a wild tangle of red upon my white pillows, was splayed out like she was a mythical underwater creature. Her long lashes left shadows on her cheeks and our vigorous sex had smudged