Risking the Crown (The Crown 2)

Wes circled me. His eyes trailed every part of my nakedness. I fought the urge to cover my breasts. I felt my nipples get harder, aching for his mouth. Aching for some kind of release. I liked how his tongue felt when it flicked over me. I liked how his teeth nipped, combining pain and pleasure in all my sensitive spots. He took me to a place I’d never been. I still couldn’t believe I was doing this.

He reached for the sling over his shoulder. “You can’t take that off,” I warned, going into doctor mode.

He glared at me. “That’s not your decision.”

I bit my lower lip, trying to remind myself I wasn’t his surgeon right now. I was the naked girl in his bedroom. I was the girl he had taken to orgasm heaven. I was the girl that had let him lick me until I was begging for more.

“Take off the panties,” he whispered.

I hooked the edges of the black lace and scooted them over my hips, careful not to trip in my heels when I stepped out of them.

I heard a low growl come from his chest. “Get on the bed on all fours.”

I swallowed hard. Oh my God. But I crawled onto the navy comforter more turned on than I had been in my life. I was getting ready to let Wes fuck me from behind. He had already studied my body, but I was giving him an entirely new view. I felt the wetness between my legs. I’d never been this reckless. I’d never been this sexual. I’d never been this dirty.

I heard him pull open a drawer and rip into a foil packet. I looked over my shoulder as he rolled a condom over his erection. I was impressed he was so masterful with his left hand, but I shouldn’t have been. He was proving he was a master at so many things. He pressed the tip of his cock against my entrance, and I sighed. I needed him to sink into me—take my mind to a place that was filled with nothing but skin, heat, and sensation. With one hand, he gripped my hip as he slammed into me, pushing every inch of his enormous shaft inside.

I screamed at the searing heat, but immediately felt the scorching sensation turn to pleasure as he pumped in and out of me. I rocked into him, giving him as much of me as I could. I wanted more. My body craved something primal from this man. It was as if a switch had been flipped in my soul, igniting a hunger I couldn’t satisfy. I couldn’t think or process what I was doing.

I panted his name. “Wes…”

My breasts grazed the bed as we frantically moved against each other.

His breath was ragged as he thrust harder, and I clawed at the bed with each powerful movement of his cock. I didn’t care how animalistic it was. I didn’t care that we had skipped dinner and went straight to fucking. I didn’t care that this was only one night. Wes made me feel my body in a whole new way.

“Fuck, Doc. You’re a goddess.” And he made me feel that way.

“Don’t stop. Don’t, please,” I begged for more as I stretched around him, clench

ing and releasing his hardness. My core tightened in exquisite pleasure with each strike of his cock.

I didn’t know what kind of torture game he was playing, but he suddenly pulled out of me and I felt emptiness where he had been.

“What’s wrong?” I felt panic spread through me. It couldn’t be over. I was on fire. Every part of me burned for him.

“I want to see you when you come. Roll over.”

There was something about being taken from behind that made it seem like casual sex. It felt like it was all for pleasure. All just fucking. But the instant I rolled over and locked eyes on Wes, I melted.

“I could fuck you all night,” he growled into my ear.

I didn’t recognize my raspy voice. “Don’t stop fucking me.” My legs spread wide for him, inviting him back. Showing him how desperate I was to have him inside me again.

He slid against my clit, taking his time to tease me, linger between my folds. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He thrust deep inside as his lips landed on my mouth, inhaling every part of me. Our breaths aligned as he moved in and out of me. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I wasn’t supposed to feel connected and whole, but with every thrust I was falling. Falling over the cliff that was the great abyss of Wes Blakefield.

“Come, baby. Come with me.” He grinned, sucking on my bottom lip until my body was a convulsing, shaking mess. I couldn’t control anything as he brought my orgasm to a peak. My toes curled. My head thrashed. My fingertips tingled. And my core exploded as he ground deeper into me, giving into his own release.

I whimpered as my body desperately clung to him.

He collapsed on my chest, kissing my breasts. “That was fucking incredible.”

I smiled, running my fingers through his hair. I didn’t know what label to give it. Incredible. Fantastic. Erotic. Perfect.

He rolled on his side, avoiding his injured hand. “And I managed it all with one arm. Imagine what I can do with two.” He winked.

Could he see it? Could he see the change in me? Could he see what he had just done to me? My eyes locked on his and I felt the hammering in my heart. What in the hell had I just done? I had revealed parts of myself no man had ever seen. I had made noises no man had heard. I had obeyed all of his commands, feeling more confident and powerful than I ever had in bed. I didn’t want it to be true, but Wes was a sex god.

He drew a lazy circle on my stomach. “You okay?”