Chapter 33 #3
Wes lifts me by my ass cheeks and quickly lowers me back down and suddenly I could care less that we’re outside on the balcony where anyone could see us—as long as he makes me come.
“My beautiful, demanding girl,” he says, fucking me with a relentless force. “You were made to take me. You were made for my cock. You’re so wet, you make it so easy to slide inside your perfect body.”
I moan, raking my fingers through his hair, tipping his head up so I can claim his mouth. He kisses me back and every nerve ending in my body sparks to life. I whimper, closing my eyes, my breath coming harder and faster.
“That’s it, baby. Feel how good we fit together.” He pushes inside of me, making me whimper and writhe at the feel of his perfect shaft. I can’t help it when I grind my clit against his pelvis, legs trembling at how good it feels to be stretched and full all at once.
I squeeze my eyes shut, gasping when he picks up his pace, driving into me harder, giving me the friction I’m so desperately chasing. I don’t understand how Wes can bring me to climax so quickly. The only explanation is he knows me.
“Give me your first one, Peach. Let me feel you soak my cock.”
“Wes,” I breath, and then I’m coming. I give in to every thrust, every hard inch pulsing inside of me, and the crash of my orgasm that makes me feel like I’m floating.
I come apart, the waves lasting longer than I’ve ever felt, as I hold on tight to his shoulders and whimper into the side of his face.
When the last of my climax pulses through me, I’m boneless and weightless, going still on his lap. Being with Wes is better than anything else I’ve ever experienced. It’s everything.
I tell myself not to think past this moment, not to wonder what happens next. But my heart has never been good at following orders. I think I might love Wes Winters. I think he might actually have my heart forever.
I bite my bottom lip as his hand runs down the slope of my neck to my breast, palming the flesh. Then I maneuver myself off his lap so I can sit on his lap backward.
He groans his approval as he pulls my ass back onto his lap, teasing his cock between my ass cheeks.
“Dammit, Peach. I’m going to take you here one day too,” he growls before he decides he’s had enough of the teasing and lines himself up with my opening.
I sink down on his length, and he groans at the feeling before I take control and bounce on his lap.
“That’s it,” he coaches as I lift and lower again. “Up and down for me. Ride my cock, baby.”
He reaches around me and finds my clit, circling the bundle of nerves in quick circles. “You’re going to give me number two,” he breathes from behind me.
“I don’t think I can.”
“I know you can. You have another one in you.”
I ride him, picking up the pace. His moans getting louder and louder.
“You can give me one more.” He pinches a nipple between his fingers as his other hand rubs my clit. “Come on, Peach. Give me one more.”
He bucks his hips up, while I plant my feet to the floor to steady myself.
In and out, over and over, I ride him, bouncing on his lap as the water from the tub sloshes over the edges.
I close my eyes and bite my lip, my face scrunched up in pleasure as my second orgasm crashes into me, stealing my breath.
He grips both of my hips hard as I tighten around him, letting out a string of words that barely make sense. And he fills me with warmth until his body gives out.
He turns me in his arms as we struggle to catch our breath and I gaze back at him through heavy lids, still drifting in the aftermath.
“Do you think anyone saw us?” I ask against his shoulder.
“If they did, I’m sure they enjoyed it.”
I lift my head to give him a look. “Wes!”
“What?” His expression is all innocence. I narrow my eyes. “I’m teasing you, baby,” he says, playfully. “Do you think I’d let anyone get a glimpse of what belongs to me?”
“Baby.” He smiles, nipping my shoulder with his teeth. “I made sure we had plenty of privacy.”
“You checked?”
“Of course I checked,” he says. “But I think you liked the idea that someone could’ve seen us. Admit it, you liked being my naughty girl.”
“You’re not wrong.” I admit, reaching up to smooth a few damp strands of his hair back into place. “So, baby, huh? I have a new nickname? What happened to Peach?”
Wes tightens his arms around my body. “Oh, Peach is staying, but now that you’re my real wife, I’m going to call you baby too.”
I smile because I like it and when I tell him that, he buries his face into my neck, peppering kisses over my skin. “I like you…a lot.”
My heart expands, sinks, and soars all at once. We stay wrapped up in each other’s arms, neither of us in a rush to break our connection.
“You’re mine, Lottie. You know that right?”
“I know, Wes,” I say to the man who I’ve let see all of me. “I’m yours.”
There’s that feeling in my chest again, and this time it’s because I’m not just falling for Wes Winters, I’ve already fallen.
It might be too soon, and maybe I’m getting ahead of myself… but it might just be love.