“They d-didn’t.”
He holds my face in his hands, thumbs on my cheeks and his fingertips cupping my jaw. “Pretty sure they did.”
“It wasn’t my f-fault.”
“Don’t worry, I’m going to punish him too,” he says with a wink and releases me. He walks around the desk until he’s standing beside Xander. “Stop,” he orders, and Xander does so without question, leaving me on the brink of a mind-altering orgasm.
I groan my frustration, and West glares at me, so I press my lips together and focus on stopping my thighs from trembling. He takes my hand and pulls me off the desk.
Xander looks up at him expectantly.
“You stay on your fucking knees, trouble,” West barks.
I swallow down a whole giant-ass knot of trepidation. Teasing West seemed like such a good idea a few minutes ago, but now I’m not so sure. I look to Xander for some reassurance, and he shoots me a conspiratorial wink. But who is he conspiring with?
Chapter
Twenty-Eight
WEST
My cock is so fucking hard it’s about to bust the zipper on my pants, and Xander was right—this is my lucky suit. Lily’s dark lashes flutter over her pink cheeks as she blinks up at me. My hand is wrapped around her wrist, and I yank her closer until her perfect tits flatten against my chest. Her breath stutters.
I dust my knuckles over her cheekbone. “That was an important meeting, princess.” She sinks her teeth into her juicy lip. “And not only did I leave it a half hour earlier than I was supposed to, but I have no fucking clue what happened during most of it.”
“Sorry,” she whispers, feigning innocence when we both know she’s a sinful temptress and she loves to push my buttons just as much as Xander does. Pair of brats.
I glance at him kneeling patiently on the floor, and his wicked grin makes my cock twitch. I need to fuck one of them soon. Ass, throat, or pussy, I don’t even care. I just need to fill one of them.
“I really am, West,” she adds with a seductive purr, and my mind is made up.
“You will be.” I spin her around and bend her over my desk. Her shirt rides up so that her juicy ass is on full display for me. I smile at the expanse of creamy white skin right before I spank her.
“Ouch,” she yelps.
I place a hand between her shoulder blades, holding her in position while I dole out her punishment. I spank her again, and the sight of my red palm prints on her backside fills me with pulsing need. With a possessive grip on the back of her neck, I hold her down and punish her perfect ass. Over and over, until I’m feral with desire. Desperate. We both are. She cries out when my palm lands in the exact same place, but she whimpers and mewls too, grinding her pussy against my desk and pushing her ass back into my hand. Writhing and panting and shaking, she begs me to let her come.
I don’t let her.
Releasing my grip on her neck, I unfasten my pants and free my aching cock, watching the tears run down her cheeks. I bunch her shirt up around her shoulders and wrap my hand around my shaft. My fingertips mark a path along her spine and down the seam of her ass. She shivers. I haven’t fucked her there—yet. And I won’t today. Not when I need to fuck hard. This girl has me in a chokehold, and it both terrifies and excites me at the same time. I’ve never allowed any woman to have this kind of power over me before. But Lily Sloane has wormed her way into my ice-cold heart, and I’ll be fucked if I ever let her leave. I slide my hand lower and drive two fingers into her pussy.
“West!” she cries.
I pull my fingers out of her and stifle a groan when I see them coated in her thick arousal. “You’re fucking drenched, princess.”
She whimpers. One glance at Xander reveals that he’s waiting patiently like the good boy I’ve trained him to be. His hooded eyes are full of longing. I hold out my fingers and command him to suck.
He wraps his lips around them, greedily sucking her cum until I pull back and leave him gasping and desperate for more. “You want to watch me fuck our girl, Fitch?”
His eyes widen, pupils blown and obscuring the bright blue irises. “Yeah.”
I nudge the crown of my cock at her pussy entrance, and she keens, back bowing as I inch deeper. Tremors wrack her entire body. She’s so fucking close to the edge. So am I.
Thrusting forward, I bottom out and slam against her ass. She cries out a word that I can’t make out, and I don’t let up. I continue driving into her sweet pussy as it clamps around me like a vise. I can’t stop. I want to be deeper inside her even though there’s nowhere else for me to go. I pound her so hard that my balls slap against her clit. She’s going to have bruises on her thighs from the way I’m fucking her over this desk, but I can’t be bothered to care. I’m going to fucking lose myself in her and there’ll be no going back. There’s already no escaping how I feel about her.