Page 30 of West (The Moral Compass 1)
I rear back and slam into her.
Fuck she feels good. Too good.
Her moan is loud and is mixed with pleasure and pain. I know I’ve gone hard, but I just couldn’t help it. I pull back and slam into her wet pussy again. Fuck I’m trying to keep control, but it’s getting so difficult.
And just like she is reading my mind, she demands, “West, let it go. Fuck me. Fuck me hard! I can take it. I don’t want you to hold back. Fuck me hard, and fuck me now.”
Well, she asked for it, and that’s exactly what I do. I fuck her every which way till Sunday. Even though my mind has gone, I’m still careful of her legs, but that doesn’t stop me from fucking her and fucking her hard.
I lie on my back completely fucked. She curls up next to me and has her head on my chest. This is really strange for me. I never bring women back to my home. I hardly ever fuck them twice unless they are good, and I never stay and cuddle. I don't do attachment!
What is she doing to me? Or is it what are you doing to you, West? Sutton is being Sutton; you like it, but it scares the living shit out of you.
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Shit, shit, shit. My sister texted me at 5:30 a.m. and asked me to give her a call. She lives in New York so the time difference can be a pain in the ass. I really didn’t want to get out of bed. Sutton was so beautiful fast asleep curled up on my chest. Her lips were so kissable, and the rise and fall of those tits could keep me in bed for a month. But my sister never calls unless she needs me, so I drag myself out of the bed and down to the lounge.
My laptop is still there from yesterday when I was giving Sutton info on the business.
I open up the app and pop in my sister’s name. East McGarry.
She answers fairly quickly and starts asking questions about the business and a lot of other weird stuff for her. There is something up, but she’s not quite ready to spill the beans, so I let her ramble for a little while more. I’m getting cold and bored, so I decide to bite the bullet.
“So, Sis, what was with the 5:30 a.m. text? You never text me to catch up about the business.”
“Arghh, you’re not stupid, are you? Okay, Okay. I need a favour.”
“Ahhh, so you need me to do something for you do you?”
“Yes, darling brother, I do. It’s not a big favour, but I really need you to be quick about it.”
“East, just spit it out. I don’t have time. I’m cold and tired, so I want to go back to bed.”
“I need tickets to the next Drake Camero concert.”
“Seriously, East? It’s 5:30 here, and you are asking me about concert tickets. When the fuck is it?”
“Tomorrow, and it’s sold out. Please, West, please. I will do anything in return.”
“East, what the hell have I told you about making those types of promises? Never promise anything unless you know what it is. And yes, I’ll get you tickets. I’ll get Drake’s manager to email them over to you later. I’m going back to bed now, okay?”
“West, you’re the best, and I love you.” My sister is now beaming, and I think it’s because I’m the best big brother alive until I notice her pointing behind me.
I quickly slam the laptop shut. Don’t ask me why, but I can’t deal with East and her giddiness at the fact I have a woman in my apartment right now. However, this does not look good from whichever way you look at it. Sutton is looking at me, and I can see the questions on her face. Fuck, I need to explain, but I don’t want to go into my family shit just yet, so I do the cowardly thing and let her go and fester on the untrue thoughts I know she is thinking.
I pull out my phone and fire a text to Drake’s manager. He owes me a few favours, and he’ll sort out the tickets and email them over to East. The job is done but what a shit storm it’s going to cause. I really need to sit Sutton down and start the conversation around my family. She knows I have money—it’s evident in the apartment alone—but she doesn’t know how much, and she doesn’t know who I really am.
Chapter 23
Sutton
Mythighsache,andI feel like I’ve been kicked by a horse. That’s not too far from the truth. West is hung, yes,hung, like a horse. The first time I saw it was yesterday morning, and, I have to admit, I was scared. I was scared he would break me. This morning I feel like he has. I turn over to kiss him good morning, but the bed is empty and cold.
I look at the clock at the side of the bed, and see it’s only 6:00 a.m. By the coldness of the bed, he’s been gone a while. I turn on the lamp and look for my crutches. They are not here, but I also can’t stay here like this. I need to pee, quick.
Well, it’s probably time to test out my pins and see if they can at least carry me to the loo.
I slide to the bottom of the bed and put both feet on the floor. The wall opposite of the bed is not too far, so if I feel like I’m going to fall, I can at least fall that way. But remarkably, I stand. Yes, there is a bit of pain, but it’s not mind-splitting. I grab the sheet off the bed, wrap it around my body, and hobble off to the loo. With my business taken care of and my teeth brushed, I find a robe and cover my body, straighten out my wild hair, and put it back into a messy bun. Looking sort of presentable, I exit out into the hallway.
