Page 24 of Intoxicated
Chapter 8
CHER
In my twister of disgusting rage, I’ve single-mindedly decided that there’s only one thing left to do with this giant shitstain.
Fuck him, of course.
The trail of thought that has brought me here has nothing to do with what’srightandsane.Ha! More like my stupid pussy screaming at me to take the chance while it’s still standing in front of me. In a trucker hat and enough stubble to make my legs cross before I let that prickly shit come anywhere near my perfectly waxed nether regions.
But he’s also in a pair of tight jeans that look like they’ve been worn long enough to contour to his powerful lower body. And a shirt that screams he put it on to entice me into his bed.
What can I say? I’m human. I’m a red-blooded woman who, even when she’s subjecting herself to mediocre lovers, craves a hard cock now and then. Great if I’m pretty sure it’s attached to a guy who can pound for hours. From the way Drew Benton kisses, every piece of him is a cannon ball ready to fire.
I hold onto his biceps and put up an admirable fight against his ruthless kiss. His tongue does not go easy on my mouth. When we’re not gasping for air, we’re grasping at body parts and simulating the kind of movements we should be doing in bed. Drew thinks he’s gonna win by knocking me down with his tongue? I don’t think so. I can lick and bite as hard as he can!
This is war, you see? Although he’s an awful piece of shit and I’m a mess of my own, we still have this crazy chemistry between us. The kind of chemistry I haven’t experienced in years. Not since I used to date because it was what Iwantedto do, not what I thought I had to do. Not since I turned this ruse into a career of sorts.
Much like his career probably doesn’t allow him much time to bone because it’s what he wants to do.
This isn’t a pleasure call, though. This is me asserting myself as the dominant force in this town. In the battle of our sexes, I’m coming out on top. I’ll Billie Jean King him from here to Hillsboro. Hand me a racket. I’m about to jam it up his ass and turn him into my dancing puppet.
Ooh, I bet he’d like that.
“Get the fuck in here.” His growl commands me to stumble into his apartment, where he finally shuts the front door and shoves me up against the wall. I don’t think twice about swinging my arms around his shoulders and kissing him with every drop of strength in my crazed body. My legs aren’t wrapped around his waist and I’m already simulating the exact motion that will draw his cock into me. For right now, though, I get his hand on my ass and his other grabbing chunks of my blouse.
I think he’s going to pull it off. Instead, he grabs my breast and swallows my gasp. I’m rewarded with a hard squeeze that gets me writhing against the wall.
“Fuck you,” I mutter onto his lips. Lips I can’t stop mauling with my own. He tastes like pity and shame. Pity and shame for me. I guess that’s my aphrodisiac today. “I bet you’re not any good in bed. You would’ve been a total waste of my time.”
He pins both of my wrists to the wall. One of my knees had begun its ascent up his leg, but I lower my foot to the ground again. “Say that again,” Drew goads me. His hand hovers above my waist. I can’t tell if he’s about to yank up my blouse or pull down my skirt.
Wish he’d pull off my panties and drill me right here.
“I said I bet you’re ashittyfuck.”
His greedy eyes remain locked on mine as he unzips his jeans and lowers his boxers. The front-row seat I get of his hard cock popping out is enough to make me turn into a miserable mess of wanton needs. Really, my mouth should be all over that thing. Not rewarding it with my presence. Oh, no. We don’t dothat.We make that cock grateful to havemeusing every skill I’ve amassed over the years. I’ll hum on that cock until he loses all control and makes me swallow his load. Then I’ll get up, take off my clothes, and get him hard again in two minutes.
Yeah,thatthing doesn’t look like it tastes like pity and shame.
“Does this look like it can’t give you a good fucking time?” Drew asks, both palms sprawled on the wall behind me. He has me completely cornered. I’m surrounded by his natural musk and that lustful look in his eyes. “You know what really pisses me off,Cher?” The way he says my name, as if it’s an affront to his senses, turns me on enough to lower my hands from the wall and run them down his chest. My whole body calls to his in ways I can’t describe. It’s like the core of my being is shaking, shaking,shaking,and the only thing that can stop the shudders ishim.“I was going to fuck you so damn good tomorrow. Was gonna take my time to pleasure every inch of your ungrateful body. I’ve spent every moment since I first laid eyes on you thinking about how I’m going to fuck you. Now you’ve thrown all that out the window. Now I have no choice but to fuck you like the succubus you are.”
There were a million choice words he could have called me, each one more offensive than the last. Don’t get me wrong.Succubusand its meanings are pretty dirty, but I’m not offended. If anything, I admire his word choice when all the blood is currently in his cock. I definitely know what he’s thinking about if nothing else.
“Don’t you know a succubuswantsyou to fuck her?” My nails dig into his throat. My lips are only an inch away from his ear. “You’d only be giving me what I want.”
“A woman gets it good and hard,” he counters, “but a she-demon gets hunted down.”
