Page 55 of The Trade

She presses her thumbs through my belt loops, tugging me back against her. There’s a thin layer of sweat beading on my forehead. My heart beats wildly in my chest as she unfastens the button on my jeans, yanks at the zipper, and drags them down over my hips.

“I want you inside me,” she breathes out, her gaze falling to the bulge straining against my boxers.

“Let me taste you first,” I demand, and her breath catches in her throat.

Before she has a chance to respond, I sink down to my knees and pull her panties down along with me. The sight of her laid bare to me—slick and wet—nearly makes me lose control.

“Jade, your pussy’s fucking perfect.”

Her response is swallowed by a gasp as I bury my face between her thighs, flattening my tongue against her slit. She moans, soft and breathy, while I slowly lick my way back to her clit. And when I press my lips around the sensitive bud, she cries out in pleasure.

Her fingers rake through my hair, and she rocks against my mouth. I thrust one finger inside of her. Then two. She’s impossibly tight, and hot, and so fucking wet. I pump inside of her, and I can’t help but imagine my pulsing cock pushing into that perfect heat.

Instead, I focus my attention on her clit, sucking until I sense the unmistakable signs of an impending orgasm. I pull my fingers away but keep up the pressure with my mouth, aiding her through the surge of her release.

She sinks back against the wall, panting and spent, riding out the tidal wave of pleasure I’ve given her.

“That was so fucking hot,” I tell her, my voice a rough whisper against her slick skin.

She simply hums in agreement, her eyes heavy with satisfaction, chest rising rapidly while she catches her breath.

“Need a minute?” I chuckle, brushing a stray hair from her face, pulling her against me.

“Uh-huh.”

“Take your time, baby.” I press a kiss to her forehead. “We have all night.”

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JADE

Oh God,West has a magical tongue.

I can honestly say that no man has ever made me orgasm like that in my life. The way he makes me convulse with pleasure—it’s unparalleled. A sort of primal release that rocks me to my very core, leaving my legs trembling and my heart pounding relentlessly against my ribcage.

He’s fucking incredible.

And don’t get me started on the visuals. The sight of him, his head buried between my thighs, is enough to send another shock wave of pleasure right through my electrified nerves.

To be honest, my pussy’s still pulsing, even as I sag against him now.

“Jade.” He laughs softly, a quiet rumble that vibrates against my skin. His nose nuzzles into the crook of my neck, sending an unexpected jolt of pleasure skittering down my spine. “Let me take you to bed.”

“Mmkay,” I lazily murmur, lost in the afterglow. His hands move to the backs of my thighs, hitching them around his waist as he picks me up with effortless strength.

He carries me to the bed, his steps confident and measured. When he sets me down, my legs feel like they’re made of lead, heavy and uncooperative as they dangle off the edge of the mattress. A haze of lust and satisfaction muddles my thoughts, and for a moment, I revel in the feeling.

“I love your tongue,” I manage to say, craning my neck to meet his gaze directly.

His chuckle is low and rough, a sound that sends a flutter of excitement spiraling deep within my core. The reaction is so intense that I press my thighs together instinctively, seeking some form of relief.

“You really know how to stroke a guy’s ego,” he says, an amused glint dancing in his eyes.

“Mm, I do,” I say, returning his playful smirk. “Can I stroke something else now?”

“Jade, you can stroke whatever the hell you want.”

That’s all the encouragement I need.

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