Page 27 of Intoxicated
“You like it, huh?” My voice only betrays the slightest bit of a moan when I speak. “How does it feel? Like the best pussy you’ve ever fucking had? Will the bitch who figured out who you are be the one who…”
Drew pushes me back down, pinning my shoulders as he tortures me with long, languid movements of his cock. I refuse to cry out in pleasure. I’ll get wet for him. I’ll suck his fucking cock. I’ll tempt him until he’s driven to fuck me raw. I won’t confirm what he already knows I’m feeling.
“Be the one to what?” he teases me. “To take my cum?”
“Oh, you’dlovethat, wouldn’t you? Not that you have the fucking balls to do it.”
I can feel his balls slapping against me right now, thank you very much. They’re heavy enough to shake my ass with every impact. Delightful enough for me to rest my feet against his shoulders. He doesn’t look twice at them.
“You’re going to come for me, Cher.” Drew picks up the thrusts, each one driving a little farther into the pits of my blackened soul. “When you do, you’ll have no choice but to take every fucking drop.”
“You don’t have the guts,” I continue to chide. “You don’t dare to come inside me.”
Of course, that damage is already done, thanks to precum and the like. I’m sure enough of it already drips inside of me, making way for the mighty orgasm about to bring Drew on top of me. Oh, I would die to feel it, too. The ripples of his cock as it bursts into the core of my being would be like ascending to a blissful plain. It’s not something I regularly indulge in. Drew? The man who was going to do this anyway under the guise of loving me? He can go to Hell, and he can take me with him.
“If you don’t want me to…” Drew kisses me, and I’m so happy about it that I fall back on my elbows and invite him down to nip my breasts. “Then don’t come. As simple as that.”
“You really want me to suffer.”
“You saying you don’t deserve it?”
I say nothing, actually. All I have to say is expressed through my trembling legs and the sound of my pussy getting punished.
Drew’s not going to rest, though. Like an idiot, I let him shove me down and lean over me like he’s about to rip out of my throat.
No, he’s silencing me with his hand while going hard at my cunt.
If there’s one thing thatwillmake me come during sex, it’s a man who knows how to take total charge while still thinking of my pleasure. Drew pounds me like he’ll never have the fortuitous chance again, but he does so with the finesse of a man who is used to pleasuring women with his cock. He makes consistent eye contact that only inspires me to look back at him, daring him to play his hand. My toes curl over the edge of the bed. My lips beseech his. When he kisses me one last time, it’s with his hand wrapping around my neck, a bold move that simultaneously gets me off and makes me understand whose bed this is.
Drew’s cock is so thick with cum that it beelines straight for my fucking G-spot.
That’s it. I’m a goner. Say goodbye to that small shred of dignity. My eyes have completely rolled back, and I’m gagging on my own breaths to get across how much I live for this. The man. The sex. The wave of triumph I indulge in when Drew gently rubs my clit and makes me come so hard that I’m screaming incoherent sounds into his hand.
I’m convinced he’s going to come. Yet after two hard waves of orgasm, I’m flat on my back and so wet that Drew almost struggles to stay inside of me. Lest I think him inexperienced, he tugs on my hips again, hands on my breasts as he’s given unprecedented access to my pussy.
My orgasm subsides. He’s still fucking me.
I suddenly realize what thefuckI’m doing.
You know how they say men have instant regrets once they come? We women aren’t so different! I’ve come hard enough to knock myself unconscious, and now I’m staring into the triumphant grin of a man I detest about to fill me up and do God knows what else.
I let the tiniest shred of doubt creep onto my face. It doesn’t matter I’m quickly getting fucked into another climax. I know what Drew is about to do, and my twisting toes and humping hips betray what I really think about it.
“That’s right.” His smug grin eats right through my soul. I want to protest. I want to tell him to stop, to get off me, to stop fucking me so damn good. Yet between the newer, harder orgasm about to hit me, and the realization that this is what I probably deserve, I stay silent outside of a few pitiful squeaks. My lip is beneath my teeth. My helpless hands grab at the air. I must look so pathetic, with my skirt up around my waist and my blouse looped behind my head. My tits are bouncing like we’re riding cowgirl, but no. Drew is piledriving into me, and he’s so damn hot doing it that I think I’ll close my eyes and silently scream. “You fucking came,” he continues, “so now I get my reward.”
It all comes undone. My brave face. My determination to win the war. I realize he’s really the winner here. Any number of my exes could be watching us right now and laughing into their piles of money that a bitch like me is completely at the mercy of Drew Benton’s cock.
He draws it out as much as he can. Every other word out of his mouth is about reminding me of what’s about to happen. I get one hand loosely around my throat while the other pins down my hip so he can come to a still, back arching and cock so engorged that I’m completely entranced by his sweaty visage ready to thunder its triumph.
Drew’s got me right where he wanted me all along. On my back, on his bed, legs spread and pussy drinking his cum.
The first wave shocks me to the point you’d think I had never done this before. My nails hopelessly claw at his chest as I let out my pitiful wails of defeat. I’m so seduced by the sensations that come in the rolling waves of a long, happy climax that I beg him to keep fucking me after he’s emptied himself. His victorious gaze never leaves me as he swirls his hips between my legs and slides his tongue into my mouth. A satisfied sigh falls down my throat.
“Tell me how much you love it,” Drew says from a faraway place.
I shudder. “I fucking love it.” I don’t recognize that whiny voice. It’s definitely not mine.
Slowly, he pulls out, admiring his handiwork. I completely give in to the bed beneath me. Every drop of shame within me is only matched by the seed gushing out of me.
To add glorious insult to injury, Drew gives his cock one tug and shoves it back in. The mighty growl launching into the air matches the unnatural way his seed continues to spill out of me.
He’s not going to let me go. Not until he’s good and sure that I know what a slut I am.
