Chapter 22
22
I t’s amazing how being turned on can give me a second wind, especially considering how many times I’ve cried today. By all accounts, I should be a puddle on the floor, but one rumbling “baby girl” from Wes and I’m ready to go. Well, that and whatever was in that magic bath bomb. I thought for sure I was going to soak through my panties sitting at the dinner table, despite the very unsexy topic of conversation. Next time we try any kind of sex magic, we need to lock ourselves away where we can’t be disturbed. I don’t ever want to be that horny while in the same room as my brother again.
I shudder mid-dress removal, and Wes raises a brow at me in concern. “I’m good. Just…glad Doug is gone. The magic from the bath bomb is really, uh, potent.” Even mentioning it makes my clit give a needy pulse .
He chuckles and palms my ass as soon as I get the dress off, tugging me against him. “I could tell. I’d say I’m sorry for the torture, but you looked so pretty, all flushed and squirming in your seat.”
I scowl and pretend to shove away from him, but he grips my ass and holds me tighter. “You should apologize! You’re the reason I was there with you two to begin with. I would’ve been perfectly happy in my hiding place, but no, you had to tell Doug I was there.”
“Only because your car wouldn’t start!” he huffs, rolling his eyes at me. “Besides, it turned out for the best that you didn’t stay in hiding, didn’t it? Horny awkwardness aside.”
“Ugh, quit being logical! It’s annoying.” I try to sound frustrated, but can’t stop my lips from curving into a smile.
“It’s almost like you want to mouth off to me so you can get in trouble, but it won’t work tonight, sweetheart. I’ve waited too long to fuck you and nothing is keeping me from being inside your little human cunt. Even bratty behavior.” Wes lowers his voice to a low rumble tinged with something dark and hungry. “Get on the bed.”
I scramble to obey, our silly banter evaporating with the heat of his words. I feel oddly small as I climb up onto his enormous bed, and I almost groan in pleasure when I lie back and feel how comfortable his mattress is. Lost in momentary comfort, I squeak in shock when Wesley grabs my ankles and tugs me further down the mattress. I bounce a little before settling again, and I immediately imagine how that will feel when he’s pounding inside me. My memory foam mattress is good for my back, but makes sex feel like I’m sinking into quicksand.
“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, angel?” Wesley asks, stroking his hands up and down my thighs.
I flush i n embarrassment at being caught in the midst of my wandering thoughts. “Uh, your mattress.”
He doesn’t miss a beat, despite the weird tangent I’ve taken us on. “Mmm, it’s made to handle everything I want to do to you. Be a good girl and spread your legs for daddy so he can get you ready for his cock.”
All thoughts of mattresses fly out the window. “Y-yes, daddy.” I bend my knees and spread my legs, heat coursing through me as he watches, drinking in the sight of my pussy. I’m already so wet that my thighs are coated and I’m probably making a wet spot on the bed.
“Fuck, baby girl. You’re soaked.” Wesley strokes two fingers across my pussy, and I gasp at the teasing touch. “I’m not gonna need much of this lube, am I? Your needy pussy knows to get ready for daddy’s cock.”
Heat washes over me at his words, and I nod. “Please, daddy. It aches. I need you inside me.”
I watch with rapt attention as Wesley slides one of his huge palms along the massive bulge in his pants, then gives it a squeeze. “You don’t have to beg, baby girl. Daddy’s going to take care of you.”
He retreats for a moment to grab a small jar from the top of his dresser. My breath hitches as he turns and slips off his sweatpants, bearing himself to me, cock swollen with a shining trail of pre-cum dripping from the tip that draws my eye to his piercing.
Despite my arousal, there’s a flutter of nerves in my stomach. His size doesn’t get any less shocking each time I see it. If anything, now that I’ve experienced it inside me—and the aftermath—I’m even more concerned. Yes, I want the thrill of taking such an enormous cock inside me, filling me like no one else can, but I also want to be able to walk tomorrow.
“Y-you’re sure that lube is going to work?” I’ m embarrassed by how wobbly my voice comes out. I don’t want to make things less hot by questioning him, but I can’t help it. My sense of pussy preservation is heightened in the aftermath of our last attempt.
Wesley steps out of the pants pooled around his hooves and moves to stand between my legs. He runs his hand along my outer thigh and lets out a soft, rumbling sound that helps soothe me a little. “I have it on good authority that it works. But if it doesn’t, we’ll stop and I’ll spend the rest of the night making you come with my fingers and tongue.” He grips my hip and gives me a solemn look. “I promise I won’t hurt you again—outside of when we agree to that sort of play. You’re mine to take care of, and I take that responsibility seriously.”
My insides go molten at his words, because I believe him. I know with absolute certainly that he’s going to take care of me, and I can let go.
I release a shuddering exhale and nod. “Okay. I trust you.” He beams down at me and I suddenly realize that I’ve missed telling him a crucial part of my feelings. “You’re mine, too. You know that, right?”
Wesley goes still, his lube-slicked fingers hovering over my pussy. “Oh? Are you claiming me, sweetheart?”
I squirm as I wait to feel his touch where I crave it. “Yes! You’re mine. Now please, touch me!”
He lets out a bark of laughter and unfreezes. “I’m yours, angel.” His fingers circle around my entrance, making me gasp. “Gonna get you ready so I can give us both what we need.”
“Yes, d-daddy— oh .” I sigh as he slips two fingers inside me with no resistance. I’m so wet already that I take them with ease. He pumps them inside me slowly, each time spreading them apart a bit more to press against my inner walls. He works a third finger in, and I brace myself for the st retch, but it’s not painful at all. No, it’s amazing . I’m full and hot, impossibly slick around his fingers, and everything in my body screams to have his cock inside me. “Please, I need more,” I groan in desperation.
Wes chuckles and continues to move his fingers inside me. “I’ll give you more, baby girl. Patience.” He tilts his hand and uses his thumb to circle my clit as he slides a fourth finger in. My body resists it, but the stretch as he makes me take him feels unreal. I can’t stop myself from tilting my hips into his touch and when he focuses on my g-spot, the pressure becomes too intense.
“Wes!” I cry out as all of that building arousal and strange full pressure breaks, and I come, gushing all over his hands. “Oh fuck, oh fuck .” I buck against his insistent touch, overwhelmed by the sensation and astonishment at what happened. I can’t believe he made me squirt. Again!
My minotaur rumbles in approval, his fingers inside me and his thumb on my clit wringing the remains of my explosive orgasm from me. “That’s it, baby. Such a good girl, coming so hard for me.”
As I come back to my senses, embarrassment at the puddle I’ve created beneath my hips creeps in. I open my mouth to tell him I’m sorry, but Wes shakes his head at me.
“Don’t you fucking dare apologize,” he growls, grabbing my thighs possessively and groaning as he stares at my pussy and the wet bedspread. “Fuck Ari, you soaking my bed as you came on my hand is one of the hottest things I’ve ever witnessed. If you’re worried, I’ll go grab a towel and put it down for next time, but I don’t give a shit about my comforter. Not when you’re so godsdamned sexy and wet for me.”
I appreciate the reassurance, but the thought of squirting again makes my stomach do a flip in a mix of embarrassment and excitement. “N-next time?”
He raises a brow at my question. “You squirted the last time my coc k was inside you. You squirted from my fingers. Maybe it won’t be as much, but that sweet cunt of yours sure does seem to want to gush for me, baby girl.” Wesley pauses, considering my reaction more closely. “Does that not normally happen to you?”
I shake my head, face flushing furiously. “No! I’ve never done that before! I’m so embarrassed. It’s… messy.”
He snorts, and I can tell he’s resisting the urge to roll his eyes at me. “The woman that begged me to come all over her tits is worried about making a mess?”
“That’s different!” As soon as the protest leaves my mouth, I realize how ridiculous I’m being. But there’s that nagging worry that society programs into people with pussies—the one that tells us our genitals are somehow shameful or gross, even though our worth is so often reduced to what’s between our legs.
A hungry look washes over Wes’ face and he presses a kiss to my inner thigh. “Baby girl, I’m going to flood your little cunt with so much of my cum that we won’t even notice the wet spot you made. I want to fuck you until my bed is covered in our release and I smell the mix of us on my sheets even after I wash them.”
I flush, my clit sparking at the filthy picture he paints. “When you put it that way… it’s not so bad.”
“No. It’s fucking perfect.” He nuzzles into my other thigh and gives a pleased groan.
The blend of my arousal and affection for Wesley crash over me in a blissful wave, washing away my worries. I wrap a hand around his horn and tug on it, so he’ll bring his attention back to my face. “Come up on the bed with me so we can make that mess you’re so eager for. I don’t want to wait any longer to feel you inside me again.”