Risking the Crown (The Crown 2)

I blinked. I wanted to reach out and trace his strong jaw. I wanted to stare in his eyes. I wanted him back inside me. I wanted to see what other moves he had. I knew I had only seen a preview of what he could do. And it had me desperate for more.

“Yes.”

“Is that all?” he teased.

“How would you feel if I took off these high heels?”

He laughed. “You have my permission.”

I leaned forward, unlacing the heels that had accomplished their mission. I dropped them to the floor and lay back on the bed to admire Wes’s body. He was rippled in places I didn’t know were possible on a man. He had a solid six-pack. My fingertips traced the lines between his muscles. I couldn’t help it. I wandered down to the tops of his muscular thighs, raking my nails over his skin.

“Careful, Doc. You’re dealing with a professional athlete. I have the kind of stamina most men would kill for.”

But I didn’t heed his warning. I wanted more. More of him. More of his body. More of his cock. I began to stroke along his shaft until it came to life under my touch. He groaned and I smiled. He rolled on his back as my hand slid up and down, making him harder with each stroke.

“I like how quickly you recover,” I teased. I eyed him hungrily as I lowered my mouth to take him inside. I tasted the drop of salty dew on the tip before sliding my lips over his entire cock.

“Fuck,” he moaned, thrusting into my mouth.

My instincts took over as I moved over his shaft, swirling my tongue, sucking, licking until he was thrusting deep into my throat. I cupped his balls and he growled.

I don’t know how it happened, but even with one hand, he was stronger than me. He forced me upright until I was straddling him. I sank onto his cock, taking it deep inside me. I rocked harder and harder against him.

“Oh, God,” I cried. “It’s so intense like this.” I closed my eyes as my body took over.

“Fuck me, baby. Hard,” he commanded, grinning as he watched my tits bounce as I lost all control.

I couldn’t stop. There was fire between my legs and with him inside me, all I could think about were the sensations exploding through my skin. I forgot the second condom. I forgot he was a womanizing playboy. I rode him harder and harder, driving us to the next cliff, not knowing what would happen if we fell off the cliff. Only knowing that as long as Wes was inside me, I’d do anything to keep him there.

He twisted my nipple between his fingers and I screamed as my orgasm began to shatter through my veins.

It was an intensity I’d never had as he pushed up, releasing inside of me, sealing our bodies together with the sweat of sex, the pulsing of our limbs, the kisses that stole my breath. He reached for my neck, bringing my lips to his, as he pumped everything he had inside me. My mouth sucked at his as our orgasms claimed us both, and the heat of his release spread through me like lava. I finally dropped onto his chest with exhaustion.

He traced my spine with his fingers as he kissed my forehead.

“I might have been wrong about something.”

I closed my eyes. “What?”

“I lied to you, Lennon.” It was the first time he used my first name. It somehow sounded endearing coming from his lips. Those dirty lips that had licked me raw. I sat forward. I felt the anger start to creep in my chest.

“What? What lie?”

“There’s no way this is a one-time deal.” He grinned.

I couldn’t help the smile that slipped onto my face. “Well, so far it’s already been a two-time deal.” I giggled. I couldn’t remember the last time a sound like that had come from my lips. I wasn’t a giggly girl.

“True. And I think it’s about to be a three-time deal.” He slapped my ass, singeing his handprint into my flesh.

My eyes widened. There was no way I could do that again. I was sore and raw. And I felt the come oozing between my legs. That was a mistake. Condom next time, for sure.

He chuckled. “Dinner first?”

I nodded. My stomach was rumbling. Wes hopped from the bed and threw a T-shirt in my direction. “You can wear this. Meet you in the kitchen. I had dinner ordered in.”

I watched as he slid on his pants and walked out of the bedroom half-naked. I had just had the best sex of my entire life and my body was still humming from it. I slipped on the shirt that smelled like Wes and padded out to the kitchen.

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