Page 29 of West (The Moral Compass 1)
The fucker is straining to get out of my jeans, and it’s becoming fucking painful, but I do the manly thing and go get her toothbrush.
But I couldn’t pass by her special drawer without bringing her other friend, too.
With my own teeth brushed and my body fresh, and I slide into bed beside her. “Wanna watch some TV? Or are you tired?”
“I’m good, actually. I just want to relax. We don’t need any TV or anything do we?”
“Nope, no TV. We can lie here and relax.”
I switch off the light from the side of the bed, but I can’t help but grin in the pitch-black. She can’t even see me. I have her buzzy friend right under my pillow, and I’m just waiting for the right signal. I’ll show her how friendly it can be.
After a fewhuffs, a fewhmms, a toss here, and a turn there, I can tell she is getting frustrated. I’m lying on my side facing away from her. I can feel her getting closer, and it’s taking me all my strength not to turn around and give her what she wants. I need her to beg, to show me that she really wants my dick, to show me that she is desperate for me to fill her up, to show me she wants me to give her the best orgasm of her life.
I can feel her legs moving slowly, squeezing together. I don’t want her to get mad, just frustrated, so I turn over and come face-to-face with her. Her friend is firmly in my hand behind my back.
“Feeling a little stressed, sweetheart?”
“Hmmm.” She pretends to be sleepy, but, fuck, I know this game too well.
“Oh, okay, I’ll let you sleep, then.” I kiss her on the head and start to turn back over, smiling all the time at what I know is coming. Kissing her on the head is like adding rocket fuel to a fire. She is going to snap any—
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asks.
“Going to sleep, sweetheart. You seem sleepy.”
“Well, I’m not sleepy.”
“Oh, you’re not sleepy? Let me guess… you’re horny, and your sweet pussy is twitching and throbbing and wanting my mouth on it. Am I right?
“Ah-hem.”
“Tell me, Sutton, tell me what you want.” I’m now so close to her, I’m whispering into her ear, and I can feel her breaths becoming more erratic.
“You. I want you.”
“And what do you want me to do to you, Sutton?” My dick is so fucking hard now, and it’s resting on the soft skin on her stomach.
“I want you to make me come. I need to come.”
“Oh, you want me to make you come? That’s easy, but what else Sutton? What else do you want me to do? How do you want me to make you come?”
“I don’t care, West, just do it. Whatever way you choose, I know it will be good.”
Sutton is not skilled in the art of dirty talk yet, but with practice, she will be. Before long, she will ask me for everything she wants, and the dirtier, the better, but for now, I’m not going to scare her off.
“Okay, Sutton, I want you to lie back, open your legs, raise your knees, and relax. I’m not going to start until you are fully chilled.” I position myself between her legs on my knees. Her trusted friend is in my hand, but I’m not using him yet. She still doesn’t know I’ve got him here.
I lower my head between her thighs and breathe in her arousal. God, she smells amazing, but I can’t taste yet. I work my mouth up and down the inside of her legs, up past her knees, and gently caress her thighs. I start kissing, licking, and nipping gentle bites up to the promised land. Using my free hand, I can stoke her bare skin around her glistening pussy and slide my finger through the slit.
Her small gasps are getting louder, so I know she is getting close to coming. I’m not going to taste her pussy yet until she is coming. I slide two fingers inside her warm space and slowly move in and out, listening to each moan getting stronger. Curling my finger upward, I find her spot, stroke gently, and watch as her back arches and her warm juices flood through her clenching pussy.
She starts to come down from her orgasm, but I’m not letting this one settle. I quickly replace my fingers with my tongue and switch on her friend. I direct the vibrations right onto her pearl and feel and taste as she comes again and again, but this time, shock has taken over, and she is screaming my name.
“Oh God, oh fuck, West. West, oh, fuck, West. West!”
I feel her slowly coming down and I remove her friend, switch it off, and throw him across the room.
Reaching in my drawer, I find a condom, rip open the packet, and roll it on quickly. Sutton is still panting but I’m quick, so there will be no loss in tempo. I slide back on top of her and position myself at the front of her entrance. I can feel her warm, wet, welcoming pussy, and she’s still throbbing. I can’t hold back any longer.
