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Chapter 34
CHER
He doesn’t drop me on his bed like he did the first time we boned like filthy animals. We’re still filthy, at least. We may be dressed in some of our finest clothes and smelling like thousands of dollars, but we’re lousy, dirty people. It doesn’t matter that Drew slowly lowers me to the end of his bed like I’m made of antique porcelain. The intent in his eye is as clear as our reflection in the mirror. He may be gentle, but it’sourkind of gentle. Because I’m a doll, all right. Just nobody’s baby doll.
I’m more like a fuck doll. A fuck doll that completely consumes you. The best one you’ve ever had.
Here in the bedroom, at least.
“Is it trite to call you beautiful?” Our eyes remain locked together, but Drew makes a compelling argument for me to look away as he pulls his belt out of his trousers and tosses it to the floor. “Because holy shit you are fucking gorgeous. It honestly hurts to look at you.”
Is this where I tell him that I ache to look at him as well? Right between my legs? “Is that your poetic way of saying I make your dick too hard to deal with?”
His smirk comes with a sadistic chuckle. “You’re not the type for poetry.”
“Anything you have to say can be said without words.”
Drew cups my chin and moves his thumb across my bottom lip. Both have parted, my tongue lightly tasting the tip of his thumb. My eyes flutter shut. I breathe so deeply that my chest raises and my head falls back. My chest never falls back down. My head never comes back up.
But my legs spread open. Because I’m a slut for this man.
Drew’s sleight of hand somehow drops the bust of my bust around my waist. The off-the-shoulder sleeves strain against my elbows, my strapless bra the only thing separating his tongue from my nipples. I’m teased by that tongue. It dips into my cleavage, Drew’s hand gliding against my thigh, coming unbearably close to my cunt.
He doesn’t stroke it. He taps it with the back of his hand.
I jerk up, eyes snapping open and moan teasing out of my mouth. I search for his, hoping for a kiss to distract my poor tongue. Instead, I get another tap on my pussy, harder than the one before. Drew’s hand slips beneath my thong and squeezes my nether lips. The taut sensation spreading through my loins has me bracing against the bed and my knees shaking in the air.
“Tell me who you are.” That husky voice nearly obliterates me. It doesn’t help that my need to fuck has risen so greatly that it’s a miracle I’m not humping his hand. Or the air, for that matter. “Tell me the truth. I want to know who it is I’m madly in love with.”
He’s got me by the theoretical balls. My only recourse is to cover his fingers in my immediate arousal. That little smirk of achievement prompts me to smile back at him and say, “I’m a temptress.” He may growl, but I purr. A kitty-cat to match his dog. Or maybe I’m the bitch to his tom cat. “I’m that gorgeous siren that lures you to your inevitable death.”
“Might not be so bad if that death is a few decades from now.” He lightens the grip on my nether lips, but does not release me. I’m tortured with a finger to the swelling clit. Breath hisses through my teeth. I break eye contact for the sole purpose of looking at his crotch. I want to make sure he’s hard for me. As soon as he pulls that hand away, I better be on the other end of his dick.
“Still inevitable,” I whisper.
“You gonna be around for that, huh?” He looms over me, easing me down onto my back. My legs fall completely open, and my arms raise above my head. Kisses cover my chest and bury beneath my bra. One nipple is summoned from the depths, quickly swallowed by a pair of lips that won’t let it go. Not until Drew insists on saying, “You gonna watch this guy grow old and lose some of his stamina?”
“I hear hormones are hell on women, too,” I say. “You gonna be around forthat.”
“Watching you succumb to aging?” That ruthless grin sucks me right into another kiss. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
“I’m not old yet.”
“Hell, no, you aren’t. Neither am I. We can go all night.”
