Page 24 of Make Me Laugh

I smile, one side pulling higher than the other. She didn’t strike me as a please kind of girl. “Good, but first I’ve got a bet to make you lose.” I rip a hole in the crotch of her fishnets and slip one finger beneath her underwear, dragging it through her lips until I find… Ah, there it is.

Her clit.

I press down lightly, showing her how easy it was to find.

Joey gasps, and it’s music to my fucking ears.

She waxes—bare except for a small triangle of hair pointing exactly where I want to bury myself to the fucking bottom.

I’m momentarily stunned at how soaked she is, my fingers gliding smoothly over her sensitive bud. “You’re so fucking wet.” I might be almost seven years younger than her, but I’ve had my fair share of sex. I was an All-Star athlete with a full ride to play college hockey in The Big Ten. Girls were lining up in hopes I’d get drafted into the NHL very early on. Now I’m a stand-up comedian rumored to be great in bed with a huge dick—not rumors, by the way.

I slide my rings off and toss them to the nightstand, too distracted to ensure they stay put before quickly returning to tease Joey’s clit with featherlight pressure. She gets her wish, and I wrap my hand around her throat again too.

Her breath hitches, and her black manicured nails dig into my shoulders. “Been this wet since you touched me on the dance floor,” she admits.

My jaw drops. “No.” I say it like I’m in pain… because I am! She’s been turned on all night, and I’m just now finding out?

Joey bites her lip and fucking giggles while nodding.

I tighten my grip around her throat with one hand, and slide two fingers inside her with the other. Oh. My. God. She clenches around me, inhaling a labored breath.

I massage her clit with my thumb and bury my fingers as deep as they’ll go, finding her G-spot almost immediately. I loosen my hold on her throat, allowing a full breath of air. She rewards me with the hottest moan I’ve ever heard—deep, followed by a whimper. “I… Fu-fuck. Just like that. I-I’m gonna come.”

So fast.

I almost want to laugh at how much shit she talked, but I’m too mesmerized by her noises and the way she’s clutching onto the wrist around her throat for dear life, the way she’s got her eyes locked on me.

I bring Joey’s lips to mine, kissing her with a need I can’t explain. I press down harder on her clit, keeping my steady pace.

She can’t control her moans, legs starting to shake. “West.”

If she says my name like that one more fucking time, I might come prematurely in my pants like a horny teenager.

“Let me see how fucking pretty you are when you come.” I don’t squeeze her neck this time, I rotate my hand to cup her cheek, rubbing my thumb over her plump bottom lip.

As if my words set it off, Joey shatters, her grip around my wrist tightening as her orgasm racks through her body. Her muscles quiver, eyes rolling back. The way her tight cunt pulses around my fingers has me nearly seeing stars—waiting for the moment I’m buried inside her while she finishes.

Joey being a shaker when she comes is the cherry on top of my dream girl.

I don’t stop my thumb’s slow rotation over her clit, drawing the orgasm out as long as possible. “That’s it,” I coo. Joey pants, her eyes not as dazed as they once were. She can actually see through the pleasure now, coming down to reality. “Fucking perfect. You’re fucking perfect.” I kiss her lips again, unable to help myself.

My thumb on her clit becomes too much once she’s fallen from her orgasm’s high. “Wes—oh, fuck. That’s…” She wiggles, trying to move away from my finger.

I’m too enamored by her gasps to tell if the hum I make is a laugh. I finally pull my fingers out, and Joey snatches my hand, slipping them inside her mouth.

Her warm, wet mouth.

My cock throbs.

She rolls her tongue around my fingers, sliding between to make sure she leaves no trace of her mess behind. I can’t stop imagining my dick in her mouth, how her tongue would feel on the velvety soft skin of my shaft.

Joey pulls my fingers out of her mouth with a pop and leans in to kiss me. I taste the cum on her tongue as she slides against mine.

Fuck, I can’t wait to bury my face between her legs after I come and eat her like the dessert after a three-course dinner.

Her cold hands slip down my bare chest, feeling the hard-earned abs tightening from her touch. She pulls back far enough to mumble against my lips. “I need you in me.” Joey has the button of my jeans undone in seconds. “Now.”

She wants to call the shots without being in complete control—I’ll let her have whatever she wants.