Chapter 4 – West
WEST
A goddamn princess just threw herself into my arms and is seducing me. Who the fuck spiked my coffee with hallucinogenics? This seriously can’t be real.
But something in me snapped when she came out of the office, looking dejected for the first time during this whole ordeal.
Up until then, she’d been rolling with every punch, but the light mist in her eyes and the set of her shoulders revealed vulnerability beneath her armor.
Pair that with my greasy handprint on her otherwise pristine white dress, and I was a goner.
She looked every bit the fairytale princess my mom used to read to me about growing up - only, a disheveled version that makes me think of Cinderella long after the clock struck midnight.
It’s hot as fuck, and my libido seems to have teamed up with some dormant, white-knight instinct, making me want to slay any dragon for her, even just in the form of telling her someone gives a fuck.
I hated that she had no one here for her and that it was dulling that bright light she’d been projecting.
And now, her intoxicating perfume is heightened by her pheromones and enveloping me in a mystical haze of lust as her sweet lips tantalize mine. Our tongues slide together, and I can already feel the first sign of precum beading at the tip of my cock.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to take advantage of you,” I say against her mouth, making one last noble attempt.
She leans her head back to look at me. “How in the hell would you be doing that? I’m not drunk.”
“No,” I pant. “But you’re in an emotional state, and - ,”
“And I haven’t had a man crave me like you just claimed to, ever, in my life,” she cuts me off, cupping my face in her delicate hands.
“Tell me you really meant all you just said and it wasn’t some pity bullshit you were spewing or I will fucking lose my mind.
” The lust threatens to leave her eyes and make way for panic.
I’m quick to put a stop to it, not letting myself think better of it. “Fuck yeah, I meant it,” I rasp, before going in and attacking her mouth with mine again.
“Then don’t add rejecting me to my shitty day because of some kind of moral code,” she whispers fiercely as her fingers slide from my face, down my neck, and to the buttons of my shirt where she pops the first one open.
“I’m willing. And if it makes you feel better, pretend I’m taking advantage of you. ”
“Oh fuck yeah, take advantage of me,” I moan, feeling helpless to resist. Reaching for my shirt, I help her finish the task by ripping it open, buttons flying and pinging off metal surfaces. She pushes it down my shoulders and breaks the kiss long enough to look me up and down.
“Oh my god, you have tattoos,” she muses on a heavy breath.
“That a good thing?” the question is muffled with my mouth ravaging her neck.
“Oh God, yes.” She moans, and I don’t care if it’s from the tats or what I’m doing to her. “Fuck, that makes me hot.”
I run my tongue up the side of her neck and revel in the helpless whimper it elicits before nipping at her delicate jaw.
Her dress swishes and bunches between us and I reach down and grab a fistful of all the lacey, gauzy material.
With both hands, I frantically gather it, reeling it up so that I can get my hand underneath to find out what’s in store for me.
My fingers quickly find damp lace between her toned thighs and I yank it to the side to find a bare pussy, slick with her sweet arousal.
“Oh god, oh fuck,” she keens, and immediately starts rolling her hips, seeking out a closer connection with my hand.
“That for me, princess?” I pull her into me tighter, my hand pumping slow but deftly against her sex. “Are you all hot and wet just for me?”
“Yes, ever since you picked me up.” The words escape her throat on a hoarse cry.
“Fuck yeah it is,” my voice rumbles from the base of my throat as I push two fingers inside her.
This is my fucking fairy tale. The one where the princess gives herself to the heroic knight who saved her on the side of the road, and not the pussy of a prince who wouldn’t give her any more than mediocre intercourse on a set of thousand-dollar sheets.
“Oh yes,” she drops her head back at my invasion. “Oh fuck yes.”
I want to get to more of her, but the gown is an obstacle that is only intensifying my hunger to have what’s beneath it.
Her tits are amazingly secure in the bodice that has them on display and my only access is to delve my tongue in the cleavage between them.
The taste of her skin makes me growl in approval, and she gasps, bucking harder against my hand.
“I’m getting your beautiful gown filthy, princess,” I tease, gripping her harder against me.
“I don’t care, get it dirty. Ruin it,” she orders in a strained moan as she reaches down between us, splaying her hand over my painfully erect shaft. She palms it through my jeans, almost making me dizzy.
“You want that?” I ask, working my mouth back up her chest, my tongue sneaking out to swipe at the base of her throat. “You want my cock? ”
She nods frantically, already going to work on my belt. When she gets it undone, I briskly whip it from its belt loops, tossing it to the side, where it makes a loud clank on the concrete floor.
“I’ll give it to you,” I assure her in a sweet whisper before nipping at her bottom lip and turning us, walking her back towards the car, mauling every inch of her skin my mouth can access along the way. By the time her backside hits the bumper, she has the button of my fly undone.
“Yes, give it to me…”
She moans as I grab hold of her ass with both hands and lift her to sit on the edge of the bumper.
The hood is still popped, greasy engine still exposed and I struggle with the skirts of her gown, trying to gather them up so I can get between her legs.
I finally get exasperated enough to crouch down and wad up as much of it I can before raising up her legs, and holy fuck, I was not expecting to find this…
A pair of damp, lace panties does indeed greet me from between her thighs, but not in the virginal white I was expecting. These are a vibrant shade of coral, and a stark contrast to her dress, but just as bright.
“These are fucking hot,” I look up at her, as I graze a knuckle down her slit outside the soaked material.
She gives an amused smile between labored breaths. “They’re not your favorite, are they?”
“Hell no,” she pants, resting back with her hand on the alternator.
“Good,” I grumble before fisting the material and giving a hard yank, revealing her glistening wet pussy to me.
“Oh my God,” Kira drops her head back, the words coming out in a throaty moan. It’s as if those panties were the shackles of her womanhood. “Please… I can’t wait…”
“Me neither,” I whisper, taking hold of her thigh.
A lacey white garter belt adorns it like a ribbon on a beautiful package.
“Just think… your piece of shit husband is supposed to be taking this off you with his teeth about now…” I taunt, my voice heady and thick with arousal.
“But instead, I’m doing it while I eat your pussy. ”
“Ohhh…fuck that’s so hot,” she keens as I nip at the garter, getting it between my teeth and dragging it slowly down her skin until it drops down her calf.
Once that’s out of the way, I waste no time diving in. I latch my mouth onto her sex, immediately moaning in response to the sweet taste.
‘Mmm, fuck…” I groan out between lashes of my tongue through her slit. I let her dress fall over me, leaving me alone with her perfect pussy in a cloud of white.
“West… please, I can’t take it,” she pleads and I sympathize. I’m about to blow myself but I can’t help it.
“Just a little more,” I bargain in a frantic whisper before I plunge my tongue inside her, pumping in and out.”
“Jesus!” She cries, as I feel her hand pressing against the back of my head, holding me in place as her body gives way to the tremors of her orgasm. Her hips roll deftly as she fucks my face. I keep licking as she rides it out. He legs are still quivering when I rise back to my feet.
Fuck that was beautiful; taking her away from her stife if even for a minute.
I rest my hands on the bumper to hover over her, grinding my hardness against her.
“You did that,” I rasp, teasing her with a flick of my tongue against her lips and I feel her shudder.
“You and your pretty dress did that to me. You’ve made me harder than I’ve ever been in my life.
” I reach one hand back to my back pocket, feeling for my wallet.
When I locate a condom, I let the folded leather fall to the floor and rip the foil packet open with my teeth.
Kira holds her position, writhing and pumping her hips beneath me while reaching forward and taking hold of my dick, while I shove my jeans down just low enough to give it the freedom for what we’re about to do .
“Fuck, princess” I groan as she strokes her hand down me, biting her lip in anticipation. “You just might kill me today.
“I can’t help it,” she defends in a whisper as she releases my dick so I can stroke the latex down on it.
“Say you want it,” I order in a growl as I come to hover over her again. “Tell me you want my cock.”
“I want it, West,” she pants, urgently, her hands finding my shoulders and sinking her nails in. I hiss with the rush of pleasure. “I want your cock, and I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
“Good girl,” I praise, looking her hard in her ice blue eyes. “Now, look at me when I put it in you.”
Another gasp passes through her lips as I notch my tip at her opening. I palm her breast through the bodice of her dress as I start to push in, squeezing hard until a cry squeaks out of her.
My eyes on hers, I lick at her lips again, teasing her with a promised kiss that I won’t let us have until I’m completely inside her.
“That feel good?” I whisper against her lips, still teasing them with mine.
She whimpers, her eyes fluttering up at mine and once I reach halfway, I snap my hips, driving the rest of the way in. We let out a collaborative moan when I reach the hilt, followed by another wanton cry from her when I draw back slightly only to plunge back in.
“Aw, fuck that’s good,” I growl, drawing back and shoving in even harder.
“Fuck,” she bucks against me. “I love it, it feels so fucking good.”
“You love it?”
“Yes I fucking love it. Don’t stop!”
I take that cue to give it to her harder, ramming my dick into her over and over, unable to help the animalistic grunts that come with the effort .
“Fuck yeah,” I pant. “Your pussy feels so good. So tight and sweet.”
“God, you’ve got a dirty mouth,” she grabs onto the back of my neck and I ravage her mouth with mine without breaking stride.
I feel her clamp down on me when I piston in deeper.
“Oh god yes right there,” she spurs against my lips and I thrust in harder, damn near losing my my mind as I grab onto the lid of the car hood above me for leverage.
“Are you gonna come?” I’m dangerously close myself. It’s a miracle I haven’t gone off already.
“Yes, please make me come,” she cries out desperately and I change my rhythm to sharp, punishing thrusts. It’s only about five or so of those before I feel her squeeze my cock with the force of a vice as she screams out. I pound into her rapidly, grunting and growling with my own release.
“Son of a bitch,” I dryly choke out as the residual tremors rack my body.
Kira’s orgasm seems to go on and on as she rides it out on my cock; a symphony of cries emitting from her throat. A sheen of sweat has broken out across her shoulders as her arms go around my neck; supporting the rest of her body that goes limp.
My body seems in tune with hers as I wrap her up in my own arms and let my legs give out from under me.