Page 55 of Uncharted Desires
His eyes softened. “Sorry, I’ll watch out for your arm,” he said, leaning down to rain kisses on it. “Now,” he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes, “you’re going to be a good girl and do what I say tonight.”
Kat’s heart raced and she opened her mouth to protest, but West placed one finger to her lips, silencing her. “No, tonight you’re going to do as you’re told.”
Kat’s body became incendiary, her mind racing as she thought about what West had planned. He may sing sweet, sexy love songs, but this was a completely different side of Weston Monroe.
He grasped her hips, his fingers digging into her sides, and flipped her onto her stomach in one swift movement. She felt a strange mixture of fear and anticipation as he reached for the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down with her panties, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable on the bed. He licked up her spine and skillfully unhooked each tiny eye hook of her bra, seeming to savor every moment.
“Holy fuck, Kat, how have I never seen this tattoo?”
Usually covered by her bra was the Indigenous Thunderbird; it spanned across her upper back, a symbol of power and protection in her culture.
Kat laughed. “My brother and I got them at a powwow when I was nineteen. I knew my mom wouldn’t approve, so I put it in a place most don’t see.”
“It’s so fucking hot.” He moved his hands over the tattoo, and she moaned, turning her body to look at him.
His eyes were full of fiery intensity as his hand found her bottom, delivering an expertly sharp smack that left a burning sensation. “Good girls do what they’re told,” he said into her ear, “and I didn’t tell you to turn over.”
Her ass cheek burned, and she verged between being insanely aroused and utterly shocked. She had never been treated this way in bed, and her body felt utterly delicious.
“West, what are . . .”
“No girl who bites like you do likes it soft and gentle.” He spanked her again. “Tell me, Kat, you want me to give it to you soft and sweet?” He smoothed where his hand had just forever imprinted on her ass.
Kat bit her lip and shook her head as waves of pleasure crept up, and she arched her back into him. His arms were like pillars of strength, holding her in position as he allowed one of his fingers to push deep within her, a moan escaping her lips.
“That’s my good girl,” West said, his voice rich with satisfaction.
Men had never really asked or been in tune with what she wanted, and she had never really felt comfortable voicing how she enjoyed both the pain and pleasure of sex, but West knew. He knew exactly what she wanted because he had bothered to notice her.
Kat twisted her fingers in the sheets beneath her and pleaded, “West please . . .” He wrapped his large hands around her ankles, pulling her to the edge of the bed and flipping her onto her back so that she could see him.
“What do you want, sweetheart?” he asked, his hands roaming up her body and his hand lightly gripping her neck.
Kat let out a long sigh as she felt herself melt into the mattress. “You.”
He sent shivers down through her toes as he tore her bra off with a growl, and his lips descended over one breast. His tongue moved in languid circles around the contours of the sensitive flesh, and she scratched down his back at the sensation, eliciting a moan from him. His exploration continued to the other breast, his hands beginning to venture lower.
Kat felt her breath catch as he reached inside of her, his expert fingers working their magic with practiced ease; it was almost too much for her, the feeling of him everywhere making her mind spin. His touch lit a fire inside her that seemed like it would never be quenched.
West’s mouth let go of one of her breasts, kissing and licking his way down her body. Landing at the seam of her pussy. His tongue circled her clit, sucking it into his mouth while he ran a hand up her thigh. His fingers worked in tandem with his tongue as he held down her hips, forcing her to take all the pleasure.
“Yes, Kat, come for me. Scream my name. Who’s making you feel this good?”
“Y-you are,” she said between hurried breaths.
“No one else will ever make you feel as good as I do,” he said as his fingers and tongue continued their assault on her body. “Scream for me.”
Kat dug her nails into his scalp and did as he commanded, screaming out his name and coming apart on his mouth. She felt every sensation of pleasure rush in, like the tide coming in on the coast. Her legs shook with need and desire, and her entire world caved in at his touch.
West continued to kiss and lick her as she breathed through the last convulsions. He stood, taking her in.
He bit his bottom lip, and Kat almost came again at the sight of him. She had no business being with a man who looked like this.
He pulled his shorts off, and Kat’s eyes widened at the sight of him. She had expected . . . well, she didn’t know what she had expected, but what she saw might not fit.
He smirked knowingly, bending down to kiss her. “That’s my girl, you came so hard for me.” Even in his state of undress, West managed to exude a powerful confidence that aroused Kat even more.
Kat sat up on the edge of the bed, emboldened by his dirty talk. Two could play this game. She licked her lips and reached for him eagerly, wrapping her hand around his hard shaft and pumping it up and down.