Page 33 of Altered By Lead (Undercover Sinners 2)
He huffs an exasperated sound, but meets my eyes with seriousness. "Yes, sweetheart?"
I frown. My legs are either side of him, my slick pussy spread wide open, and his erection is straining against his boxers. But I need to get one thing clear.
"You're not winning the bet," I tell him. "This is just sex."
His pierced brow arches, and a small smile curves his lips. "You're rejecting my deal?" His hands slide up my bare legs, skimming over my hips and belly until they cup my full breasts. "Two mil is a lot of money, Natalia. And it's such an easy win. Can't you just picture Hawke's pissed off face?"
Oh god, that is tempting.
"I'm not saying no," I reply, running my own hands down his chest. He's got some incredible Asian-style ink, interwoven with scars from countless injuries. "Just that I have no intention of falling for you. This ... what we're about to do? Just sex." My hands reach his waistband, and without waiting for a response, I free his hard cock.
Weston makes a pained moan as I stroke him, playing with the piercing at his tip, and his eyes flutter closed for a second or two.
"I almost forgot how good your hands feel on my dick," he whispers, ducking his head back down and kissing me brutally.
"West," I growl when he frees my lips a moment, my grip on his metal-studded shaft tightening with warning. "I mean it. I'm not playing this stupid game. I'm not falling for you."
He just kisses me again, shifting to line himself up with my dripping core. In one smooth thrust, he's fully seated inside me, so it's over the sound of my own moans that I hear his reply.
"We'll see about that," he whispers.
He starts moving, slamming his hips into mine with increasing force until I'm screaming my climax way, way too fucking soon.
"No," I groan as my body quivers and shakes, "that was too fast!"
Weston pauses, catching his breath while my cunt remains clenched around his dick. He probably couldn't move even if he wanted to; my Kegels are strong as fuck.
"You're damn right it was," he agrees, getting a wicked look in his eyes. "Good thing women can come multiple times because I'm nowhere near done with you."
A shiver rolls through me, and I moan. It's six parts excitement and about one part fear. Not because I think Weston would ever hurt me—I mean, in a way that I don't enjoy—but because I suspect he's making up for lost time, and I probably won't be able to walk tomorrow.
He gives me no warning before grasping my hips and flipping me over onto my stomach. I barely manage to brace my own weight before my ass is in the air and his long, pierced cock is buried deep inside my sensitive, throbbing pussy.
"Oh shit," I gasp, arching my back so that my diamond hard nipples brush the comforter in the most delicious, teasing way. "Weston ..." I trail off with a moan because words can't express how fucking good it feels to have him inside me.
His fingertips dig into my skin like he's using my hipbones as handles while fucking me hard and fast, his breath coming in harsh gasps.
"Shit," he exhales, slowing his thrusts right as I’m about to come again.
"What?" I demand, feeling snappy as that second orgasm skitters out of my grasp again. "What's wrong?"
He pulls out of me completely, leaving me feeling … empty. In more ways than one. I crane my neck, frowning at him in confusion, but his eyes are clenched shut and his face screwed up with concentration.
"Uh, Weston?" I prompt, desperate to continue the fucking.
He shakes his head. "Hang on a sec."
Weston slides off the bed and walks over to his dresser, his throbbing erection bobbing in the air, slick and shiny with the evidence of my arousal. Fucking hell, it makes me want to take him in my mouth and—
"Ah,!" he exclaims, finding something in his drawer and holding it up. A small plastic bag is between his fingers, containing a half dozen little pink tablets. "Still in the party mood?"
My brows shoot up in surprise. "Is that what I think it is?"
Weston smirks, fishing one of the pink pills out. "If you think it's ecstasy, then yes. Yes, it is."
I grin. I've played this game before. The drugs make guys last a whole lot longer than they normally would … which means Weston had been about to blow his load. That thought makes me all warm inside.
"Tongue out, Natalia," he purrs, walking towards me with that gorgeous studded cock just begging for my mouth. But that's not what he means. Not yet, anyway.
I roll over on the bed until I'm sitting on the edge, then open my mouth like a good girl. How can I not, when he uses that voice? I can only hope he puts more than just the drug in my mouth.
