Page 26 of Intoxicated
My skirt moves to the side with one generous flick of my hand. “I think it’s what we both want.” When Drew doesn’t move to kiss me, I lower my mouth down the length of his torso, never once breaking eye contact as my lips meet the tip of his hard cock.
If I’ve got one superpower, it’s making men give mewhateverI want.
It doesn’t matter what common sense dictates. Doesn’t matter what everything I’ve learned in health class says. A part of me feels like I deserve it. Enticing this man to fuck me the way we bothreallywant is as thrilling as being touched for the first time. I’m usually so cautious about it. Even when I’m lying to a guy and telling him I’m not on birth control because he has an impregnation fetish, you bet your ass I’m keeping a close eye on my IUD. It’s not going to save me from the other shit, though, and this is a town full of risks, if you know what I mean. My boyfriends don’t get special treatment until they prove to me that it’s safe. I know nothing about Drew Benton. For all I know, he goes barebacking through the Park blocks every Saturday night.
We’ve already established that I think I deserve the risk. That I’m getting off on the idea of his cock filling me up and fucking me until I scream. I put those thoughts in his head as I suck his length into my mouth and revel in the natural taste that makes him a man.
He’s still a bastard of a man, but that’s only turning me on more right now.
I taunt him with my tongue and goad him with my purrs. My legs spread open on his bed, allowing me to bend deeper and to slowly rub my thighs against the plush comforter beneath my knees. Drew stands at the end of his bed, absolutely mesmerized by my hard-earned skills. He doesn’t get to have the upper hand even if this ends with him piled on top of me and roaring into my ear, I’m still the winner.
Or maybe he’ll pop in my mouth and prove he wasn’t all that, after all. Either way, I win the war.
“Fuuuuck,” he moans, and I’m half expecting him to start humping my mouth. But Drew stands stark-still as I have my oral way with his cock. My eyelashes bat at his face as I stick my ass up in the air, skirt falling down my back and enticing him to rip apart my underwear. He doesn’t. He’s as stiff as statue, even when he grabs a chunk of my hair.
He’s deliberating. He’s planning. What should he do? Should he give into his animalistic temptations and punish me with his cock?
“I’d like to see you try,”I hint with nothing but a bat of my eyelashes. I hope he looks down at me sucking his cock and thinks of nothing but giving me what Ideserve.
It all happens so quickly.
One second I’m working his whole rigid shaft, and the next I’m yanked off his cock with a handful of hair in his hand. I gasp, both for air and from the sudden jolt of exciting pain rocking through my scalp. When I fall backward, it’s not with him on top of me.
He pulls me to the end of the bed again. Before I know it, my underwear is ripped to the side, the tearing of fabric sending shudders down my spine shortly before my pussy’s deep, cavernous ache is finally satisfied.
The first slam of his cock is almost agonizing. I thought I was ready, but my position gives me an unnatural resistance, forcing his cock to bury inside me in ways I can barely fathom. When he pulls out, readying to go at me again, I grab the bed covers and prepare for battle.
Because that’s what it is. A battle of fucking wills.
I don’t anticipate how hard he’ll slam into me. I fly forward, a scream ofsomethingfalling from my lips – and directly into his hand, which quickly finds my mouth.
He can try to silence my moans all he wants. I know how to make sure he acknowledges how much I love everything he throws at me.
It’s a gamut, all right. Drew’s relentless thrusts crash deep inside of me, with only his other hand to hold my hips in place so he cantake me,damnit. The rising release of lust tearing apart his chest gives me all the strength I need to fuck him back, my ass slamming against his hips in a noble effort to make him come completely undone. One of his fingers slips between my teeth and rests atop my tongue. As the sound of our bodies slapping together fills the air, I wrap my tongue around his finger and practically rip his comforter apart.
I don’t give Drew the satisfaction of praising his cock or making him think I hate this. Both are too extreme, andnotwhat a bastard like him deserves. No, what he’s going to get is my unending drive to claim his cock. He doesn’t have to rub my clit or pinch my nipples to make me come. Not that I’ll give him the satisfaction of coming!
You see, that’s the game I’m playing. I may have a filthy rich and damn handsome man fucking me like we’re in the middle of the woods, butI’mthe one with the cards here. He’s going to give me whatIwant, which is his ultimate demise in the bedroom. He’s going to come. I don’t care where. Drew will spill his seed and forever know that I did that to him. Me, the woman he was hired to seduce and destroy, as if I never had the power to wreck his ego.
Meanwhile, I shall commit the powerful way he fucks to my memory, because this is one of those once in a decade bangs. The kind that will leave me sore for the next few days, because once Drew has you where he wants you, best believe that your ass will be hitting his stomach until he’s done.
God. It feels so fucking good.
I don’t completely lose it, though. His cock grows thicker inside of my tightening walls, but I refuse to come. The bed hits the wall. Our bodies create the cacophonic sounds of sex. I don’t doubt that we’re a seriously hot sight as I brace myself against his bed and tongue his fingers. When his hand moves from my hip to my hair, however, I steel myself for the inevitable purging of his need to fuck me.
“Shit.” That’s angry defeat in his voice, but it has nothing to do with exploding within me. Oh, no. Instead, Drew pulls out, leaving the gaping, dripping hole that is my pussy behind. I catch exactly one breath before he rolls me over and looms over me.
He’s much more intimidating like this, I have to give him that…
“Had enough yet?” he asks through a sadistic grin.
I can throw that right back at him. “Never.”
My blouse flies up my torso, wrapping behind my head but still holding my arms together. Drew tears down my bra, hard cock pressing against my aching slit as I moan and reach my pelvis for his. His jeans are on the floor. The last of my dignity is about to join it.
“You look fucking good with your cunt full of cock.” Drew yanks on my blouse pulling up my head and torso. The movement is only matched by his thrust into me. Instantly, my eyes roll back in my head. Fucking missionary position. I’m a sucker for it with the right man. Namely, a man with a big dick who knows how to use it. “Especially my cock. Spreads wide open for me, you know that, Cher?”
I prove his point by stretching my legs wider. He sinks a little deeper, not that it’s easy to tell through the steady rhythm of his thrusts. I can seriously feel it now – orgasm, creeping closer and closer to my mind. It’s rare for me to come fromonlypenetration, but Drew’s determined strokes and my brain convincing me that this is the hottest sex I’ve ever had are making me want to suck him dry. Oh, weknowthis isn’t over until he comes so hard that he can’t go anymore.
