Page 72 of West (The Moral Compass 1)
“Just fuck me already!” she screams, but this behaviour just delays what she wants.
I tease her more and more, nipping and biting at her ear lobes, her nipples, her now swollen stomach. I bite harder on the inside of her thigh. I find the rough spot and flick my finger once again inside her, and the flood of warm liquid coats my hand. I can’t wait any longer to taste her, to fuck her with my tongue. I need to take every drop of her come and swallow it down.
I push a pillow under her behind to elevate her and make it easier to get deeper and taste her more. Flicking her clit with my tongue, she starts to ride my face, lifting and meeting me in rhythm. She moans and whimpers as I drag the flat of my tongue from bottom to top. I need to be inside her, so I pull away and remove the ties leaving only the blindfold.
She knows what’s coming next, so she moves into position on all fours. I climb on the bed behind her but, before I enter her, I take one more dip in her cunt to coat my finger. I line up my cock and, in one powerful thrust, I fill her up. She cries out, but it’s not pain. It’s need. She wants it hard and fast and rough, and that’s what she gets.
I pull back and powerfully thrust right to the base of my balls until she screams again. I do it again, but this time as I bang in, I take my little finger and circle her forbidden star.
“Ah, fuck!” she screams.
I keep going, fucking her and circling her virgin spot until she can’t take anymore.
“Just fucking do it, will you?” she pants.
I stop and slap her hard on her arse, leaving a nice pink handprint. “Don’t tell me what to do Sutton. If you want something, you ask nicely. Do you hear me?”
I slap her arse again.
“Ah, fuck!” she yells. “Yes, yes, okay. Please, just do something with my arse or fuck me to oblivion.Please.”
I smile. This is about as submissive as she gets, but it’s one of the things I love.
I can’t take any more. I pull back but this time, I replace my finger with her favourite buzzy friend. I don’t push it in but leave it just on the outside, driving her insane. Then, I fuck her to oblivion just like she asked.
Completely fucked and literally tangled in the sheets, I look over to my beautiful pregnant girlfriend.
That sounds wrong. So wrong.
“Sutton?”
“Hmm, yeah?” she replies, half asleep.
“Will you be my wife?”
“What?” She shoots up on the bed, looking at my face to see if I’m awake.
God, she’s so beautiful. Even more so with freshly-fucked hair and swollen lips that I have caused.
“I asked, ‘Will you be my wife?’ Or should I have asked ‘will you marry me?’”
It’s only then I realise I don’t have a ring.
Fucking hell, West. Way to go, man. Best marriage proposal ever.
“Yes, of course I will.” She’s looking a little expectant, like I’m going to miraculously present the ring that I don’t have.
“Thank fuck for that. Let’s go ring shopping”, I jump to get out of the bed.
“What, now? And you don’t already have a ring?” I shake my head, but this is where quick thinking comes in. You might think I’m a shit, but I don’t care.
“You see, Sutton, we agreed that I would not make decisions for you, and if you are going to wear my ring for the rest of your life, it should be one of your choosing.”
See fucking smart, yeah? And now she’s crying happy tears because I am so thoughtful. One day she will catch on to this, but for now, I’m happy she believes me.
“Get dressed then. I’ll make a few calls and get us some rings to look at.”
Having the money I have, I don’t have to go to a jeweller; they will come to me. I don’t flaunt it but, today, I want her to feel like a queen. My queen.
