Rebel (Wolfes of Manhattan 1)
And I’d do that.
But right now, I needed immediate satiation. She’d stopped me before, with a good reason. I was never unsafe. Never…
But God, with her…I wanted to be inside with no barriers.
And it felt fucking great.
I drove into her again and again—her moans fueling me, my own lust fueling me—until I was damned near on the edge.
“I want you to come, baby. Come for me.”
As if in reaction to my command, she exploded around me, her pussy pulsing against my cock—all it took to drive me over the edge and empty my load into her.
No barrier. Into her body.
An orgasm so complete, so satisfying… I’d never experienced anything like it.
Of course, it was because I wasn’t using a condom. I wasn’t used to going in bare. It had nothing to do with Lacey or how fucking hot she was.
I knew that.
But I didn’t care. I savored it. Kept myself embedded in her sweet body until she’d milked every last drop out of me.
And then I still stayed there.
A few moments later, she squirmed beneath me.
I moved off of her, turning and lying face up on the king-sized bed, one arm over my forehead, breathing rapidly.
She turned to face me. “That was amazing.”
“Baby? Amazing doesn’t even begin to describe what just happened here.”
Then her stomach growled. Her cheeks reddened. She was embarrassed, but I thought it was adorable.
“You hungry?”
“Sorry. Yeah, I guess I am. I haven’t eaten since lunch, and now it’s”—she checked her watch—“after six.”
“I guess I should feed you, then.” I sat up. “Let’s see what room service has to offer.”
“Really, it’s okay.”
“Hell, it’s on my father.” I stood, yanking up my boxers and jeans, and grabbed the room service menu from the desk. Then I laughed. “I guess it’s on me, now. Wow.” I still couldn’t believe the bastard had done this. Put me in charge of his billion dollar enterprise.
I wouldn’t get used to this for quite some time. I was far from happy with the situation. Just because I’d agreed to it didn’t mean I’d like it.
“Hey,” I said to Lacey, still holding the menu. “How long do I have to be my father’s indentured servant? The terms of that will can’t last forever, can they?”
“I don’t believe there was any time limit mentioned in the will, which probably means as long as you’re living.”
“There’s got to be a loophole.”
“I doubt it, but I can look into it.”
“Yeah, do that. Bill me. Oh, hell no. Bill the company.”
She smiled. “All right.”
“What kind of food do you like?”
“Anything.”
“Okay. Liver and onions it is.”
Her eyes widened. “There’s no way this hotel serves liver and onions.”
“Hey, you said anything. If I wave my father’s money—God, my money—around and request liver and onions, I’m betting they’ll find me some.”
“You don’t really like liver and onions, do you?”
“As a matter of fact, yes, I do. It’s a good hearty meal, and it’s inexpensive. I wasn’t exactly living in luxury in Montana.”
She reddened. “I didn’t think—”
“Baby, I’m kidding. I’m not ordering liver and onions. But yeah, I do like it. I’m feeling more like a big hunk of steak right now. How about you?”
She smiled. “Steak sounds perfect.”
“Rare?”
“Medium.”
“Medium? You’ll kill it.”
“I’ll try rare, then.”
A woman willing to try new things. I liked that. In fact, I liked almost everything about Lacey Ward. At least the little I knew of her. I ordered the food plus a bottle of wine. “Now,” I said, “what can we do in the meantime, while we’re waiting for our dinner to be delivered?”
She reddened again. God, she was adorable. “I don’t know.”
“I know what I’d like to do,” I said.
“What?”
I walked back to the bed and pulled her to the edge, spreading her legs. I got on my knees and gazed at her swollen pussy. “I think this will make an amazing appetizer.” I dived in.
She was smooth as silk, slippery as wet grass. And the fact that I was licking my own come out of her turned me on even more. I’d never done that before—hell, never wanted to—but the fact that I was inside her, my very essence….
I groaned, shoving my tongue far into her heat.
She moaned above me, and a few seconds later, I felt the pull of her fingers in my hair. She tugged gently, which fueled my passion even further.
“You taste like sweet apples, baby,” I said against her slick folds. “Yeah, a perfect appetizer.” I moved upward to her clit and sucked it between my lips.
She jerked, arching, pushing my head into her pussy, grinding against my lips.
It was thrilling.
Never did I think I’d be fucking my father’s lawyer after hearing her read his will, but this seemed perfectly natural to me. I couldn’t get enough of this woman. I ate at her furiously, savoring her fragrance, her flavor, her fingers in my hair, her moans like the sweetest melody in my ears.