Page 75 of From West, With Regret

She does as I command. Her pouty lips part, and her jaw drops.

“Let me see your tongue.”

She sticks it out, and my dick jumps. I’m pretty sure I’m already oozing pre-cum. Heat builds in my belly, and my legs start to tingle.

“This.” I tap my finger on the delightful little silver ball. “I’ve been aching to have this sweep across my cock.”

When I pull my finger away, she slips her tongue back into her mouth.

“You’ve been fantasizing about this?”

“You have no fucking idea.”

She doesn’t waste any more time. Opening her mouth, she takes my cock, driving it all the way back until my tip meets the back of her throat. She gags slightly, but that doesn’t stop her. Since I’m sitting up, I have better access to her. I gather her long, black locks around my hand and fist her hair,holding it against the back of her head, guiding her with every thrust.

Heaven. I’ve died and gone to fucking Heaven.

Pressing both hands to the base of my stomach, she moves over my cock, allowing me to guide her. I gently lift myself off the mattress with every hard thrust, meeting the back of her throat. The little ball pierced into her tongue is a completely new sensation and adds to the buildup. I’ve never had a woman suck my cock who had a tongue piercing before.

London is the one and only, and I know from this day forward, she’ll be theonlyone.

She sucks and puckers her cheeks, her dimple deepening. I try not to close my eyes or tilt my head back against the headboard. I want to watch her. I want to watch her tits swinging under her, her eyes widening as she watches my face to see what she’s doing to me. She licks the tip and drags her tongue up and down the length. Then she cups my balls as she takes me all in again.

“Holy shit, London,” I grunt.

She moves faster. Or I move her faster. I’m not exactly sure who is doing what. It doesn’t matter. The blood shoots straight for my cock, and two more pumps of her mouth on mine, and my cum is exploding into the back of her throat. My legs shake as I ride out my orgasm.

She swallows my cum and licks the corner of her mouth as she sits up and falls back on her heels.

“Fuck.” I tilt my head back and push my hair off my forehead, catching my breath for only a beat.

Seeing London sitting between my legs, on her heels, bare, and with my cum inside her both ways, does something to me. A switch is flicked. Catapulting myself forward, I wrap my arm around her and spin her around before dropping her down onto the bed.

She yelps, but when she falls back, with her arms above her head, and her hair spread out maniacally around her, I lift her leg until her knee meets her chest.

She’s spread wide and open for me.

I lean down and give her a gentle kiss on her forehead, then her mouth.

“You’re right,” I tell her. “This is a good morning.”

Lifting her hand, she trails it down the side of my face. For a moment, I see her eyes change. It’s brief and fast, almost as if she recognizes something. I’ve learned it’s a sign for when she remembers something or is thinking about those puzzle pieces she talks about. False hope, probably. Another fool’s errand.

Though I can’t help the flicker of hope sparking in my chest that maybe she’s starting to remember. We’d never been together like this until last night, or even the night before, but maybe it is possible she’s starting to remember me.

“Don’t you have a ton of bars to run or something?” she teases. “I would feel terrible if you started neglecting your businesses for me.”

“Oh, trust me.” I bare my teeth, pull back my hips, and drive my cock inside her. She stills, tipping her head back on a gasp. I hold still where I am and stare into her eyes before I bring my mouth down to her ear and pull my hips back once more. “If you were the reason my business empire crumbled”—I slam back into her—“it would all be worth it.”

TWENTY-ONE

LONDON

West asked Alden if he could give me a ride home so I could change before heading over to Charleigh’s flower shop.

Neither West nor I wanted to leave his bed, but when one of the managers at West’s beer garden called to tell him a brewer was there waiting for his scheduled meeting, we quickly cleaned up and raced out the door. West wanted to be the one to drive me home, but I told him no, I didn’t want him to keep his client waiting.

Besides, I don’t mind Alden’s company.

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