Page 104 of Intoxicated
“Don’t stop,” I repeat, fisting the skirt of my dress in case he can’t see what he’s already done to me. Tous,honestly.
He doesn’t say anything. Why would he have to, when he can do all his talking with those glistening eyes and the little smirk on the corner of his lips? The man is fueled by that hard-on, and I’m the only one he wants to fuck.
That’s a pretty powerful feeling, honestly.
In the future, I’ll probably need a safe word. One I’ll never use, buthe’llfeel better knowing that I have a way to shut down that hungry cock with one word. Hmph. Like I’d ever want that.
Why would I want this any other way?
My yelp of excitement is the other fuel to his internal fire. What else did he think he’d get, though, when he flipped me over? Now here I am, my face pressing into the covers as my ass is pulled into the air and my dress yanked off my body. My shoes finally fall to the floor. My soaked thong stays behind, though. Drew needs something to grab as he pulls my left leg up and slams back inside of me.
What’s the only thing hotter than wild, passionate sex that dominates every position you can concoct in your dirty imagination? Sex infused with raw, romantic love, I suppose. This isn’t our first time his thumb encircles my ass as he fucks me, but itisthe first time I allow myself to be washed in love. The man must really love me if he’s using this golden opportunity to create treasured memories that are nothing but rough and ready. I’m a fucking goner when he pulls my hair and forces me up on my hands. The only way I can stay upright is if I dig my knees into the bed and become a landing pad for his hard cock. The sounds of our crazy lovemaking drips out of me and covers that cock that occasionally slips out and rubs against my ass. Drew still doesn’t say a word. I told him he didn’t have to. I’d much rather feel how much he loves me. I want to feel that I’m his.
I want reasons to willingly stay by his side.
My bra finally falls off my body. I collapse again, this time with him following. His teeth nip the top of my ear as I struggle to breath beneath his muscles and sweaty skin. I’m sweating, too, but how can I care when every bead of sweat is more proof that that I’m living in this moment? For all I know, my thighs are covered in cum, anyway. I hope they are.
“Tell me again that you love me.” That heady sound sends shivers straight into my ear and down my shuddering spine. If Drew’s goal was to spread my legs wider, he’s succeeded. I feel so open to him that it’s only a matter of time before I trap him in my body forever. “Do you love me, Cher?”
“Yes.” I crane my head around, swallowing much-needed breaths. “I love you. Do you love me?”
“I love you so much that I’m going to give you the hardest fuck of your life.”
“Promises.”
He flips me back over again. I don’t have time to miss his touch. Drew is down on his bed, pulling me into his lap. But not to ride him. Oh,no.My hair is in his hand again, my nose soon filled with the scent of his manhood. My mouth immediately goes to his cock. My tongue, lips, and hands are soon covered in our sex as I work his base and suck his shaft. I’m given advance warning of his next move – a hand to the back of my head, traveling down to my neck. I take in a careful breath through my nose and forego my chance to protest. You think I’m passing up the opportunity to swallow his man’s cock? I can only hope he chokes me with his cum.
“I’m gonna keep giving you what you want for the rest of my life.” That’s his verbal promise to me as I’m made completely nonverbal. His cock is so thick and hard that I struggle to take every inch into my mouth. It’s a point of pride to do it, though. Like hell I’ll let myself drown tonight! “You think I’m afraid to put in the work? The only thing I’m afraid of is you walking out again.”
My wincing isn’t because I hate what he says. What can I say? Sometimes a dick punches you right in the throat and knocks the breath out of you. I’ve got my bearings back by the time he starts fucking my throat, though. So, this isn’t a mere cleanup job, huh? He’s getting off, and I’m the lucky lady to deep throat him.
“I’ll give you sweet and gentle love if that’s what you want, my spoiled, selfish princess.” Drew both pulls on my hair and pushes my head down. It’s a steady rhythm that matches the thrusts of his hips and gives me ample opportunity to reorient myself with the breaths I need to keep going. “Or I’ll fuck your ass against the window if that’s what keeps you with me.”
I grab his thigh and moan. It throws me off rhythm just enough that I legit begin to choke. Drew is quick to pull me off his lap and to get on top of me again, his kisses on my throat as if to say he’s sorry.
It’s my fault. I got caught up in the moment and forgot that deep-throating is kinda hard.
“Make me come and then fill me with yours,” I say when I have my voice back. One leg is already thrown against his hip again. Soon, he rolls me over and pulls me back against him. Fingers plunge into my cunt. A moan completely obliterates what I was about to say before he so rudely interrupted me. “That’s all it takes to keep this slut around.”
Yeah, I wasn’t gonna continue until I got the chance to say that.
Drew’s hand gently encircles my throat, a finger entering my mouth as my leg lifts and his cock drives back into me. He wraps his other arm around my torso and squeezes my breast. He fucks me so hard that I hear his balls spanking my ass. I have no chance to feel it, though. Only my spoiled cunt getting more of that good shit.
I’ve almost forgotten everything leading to this moment. I forgot the insults, the histories, and the man I left behind at some stupid party to come here. I’ve forgotten the exes and the embarrassing shit I did in the name of advancing my life. I’ve forgotten the stories he’s told me about his own life. Why do I care about any of that when we’re doingthis?
Of course I’ll stay. If I get this whenever I want for the rest of my life, why the hell would I leave? Don’t tell me he’s making some great sacrifice by fucking me like the woman he both wants to sullyandmarry. Most men only get one woman like that in their lives. I better damn well be his spoiled slut.
Oh, I’m sorry. His spoiledprincess.That’s what we’re calling it now.
It doesn’t take me long to come again. My body clenches so hard while I’m screaming and writhing that my cunt’s almost too tight for him to get back in again. But where there’s a fucking will, there’s a fucking way, and Drew moans like I’m about to milk him dry.
I wish.
He’s got plans for me, see. I have to ride his lap while he spanks my ass. I have to hang over the edge of the bed and feel my G-spot take more of his tender caresses. I’m thrown from one end of the bed to the other, only to end up against the wall above his headboard, where my head nearly knocks down a picture of some stupid bridge. I’mbusy,okay. Too busy having an orgasm as he sucks my throat and squeezes my thighs.
I’m sore from head to toe, but it’s the kind of soreness that keeps you going. If you stop, you can’t start again. So we go, go, go, our insatiable lust only matched by how often I come once the third orgasm comes and goes. Does it actually stop? Or am I in some rich, orgasmic haze that makes me pliable and convinced that I’m already married to this man?
I don’t know what surprises me more. That he intends to finish in the missionary position, or that I love it?
