Page 24 of Drawn to You
I follow her against my better judgment. As soon as we’re inside her bedroom, I grab her shoulders and pin her against the wall. She gasps, dropping her handbag onto the floor. Her eyes widen as she gazes at me and then swallows. “W-what’re you doing?”
I don’t speak but letting my mouth crash onto hers. She struggles at first, but only for a second. Her lips part for me, letting mine bruise them and suck them. She wraps my neck with her arms as her tongue comes out to play with mine, letting out adorable, throaty noises at the same time. I groan. She tastes Coke, sweet and spicy. Damn. I didn’t know the soda could be so exotic. My hand reaches to unbutton her pants. I pull them down to her knees. I slip a hand into her waistband and palm her plump little ass that’s been tempting me. What I really want is to spank her, but at the moment, all I can do is squeeze her soft flesh. Brittney moans and wriggles against my hard-on.
When my hand finds her warm, dripping center, I suck in a breath and grunt. “You disobedient little girl,” I whisper into her ear. “I’m gonna claim you, now!”
She whimpers but doesn’t resist.
I thrust a finger into the slippery channel that I’ve been missing for days. I twirl it around her tight walls, feeling every inch of her, marking her, and making her tremble.
“You do what I say when you’re in my house, understand?”
Her breath catches, and she nods. “Yes,” she says. “Please, Andrew, deeper.”
I grunt and pull out my hand. This isn’t enough. I’ve got to take her for real. My head is all muddled because my blood has all gone south. I’m a Neanderthal in heat. Goddamn it. I’ve got to mate this sassy little thing.
I walk her to her bed, and she sits down on the edge. I fumble with her buttons for a second with little success. While I curse, she pushes me away. “I’ll do it,” she says. And then she undoes them one by one, slowly, as if trying my patience. I watch her, my heart racing and my breathing ragged. When she stands up in front of me in her tiny bra and panties, my cock is poking a hole through my fly. I yank my t-shirt off me and get rid of my jeans within a second, watching Brittney’s eyes turn dreamy.
“Oh, God, Andrew,” she whispers in a throaty voice as she reaches to feel my hardness through my briefs.
Fuck. Her hand feels good. Our eyes lock as she squeezes me, softly at first and then hard. I groan, take her hand away and peel down my briefs.
She gasps again when she sees my unbridled manhood. “It’s beautiful, Andrew, andhuge!”
I smirk. “Yes, baby. And it’s all yours.”
She shudders and gets hold of my shaft in both hands. Leaning forward, she licks the drop of pre-come off the head and then wraps her lips around it. I grip her shoulders. “Fuck yes. Keep going.”
She does what I say like a good little girl, her earlier rebellion gone without a trace. I can tell she’s inexperienced and clumsy, but hell, she doesn’t have to do much except keep me in her mouth. I have a hard time resisting the force from exploding already. I don’t want to spill into her mouth. No, not yet. I want to claim her pussy. I want to be her first, to make her wish come true.
I indulge in her mouth a moment longer before pushing her gently down. “Okay, baby, enough. I’m going to give it to you now.”
Straddling her, I remove her bra first and then pull down her panties, so she lies in front of me naked like the most beautiful statue on earth. Hell. She’s perfect! I’ve been with plenty of women with great bodies, but none of them is as gorgeous as Brittney. She has delicious curves, and her legs and arms are firm and supple. Her belly is so flat that I have the desire to fill it up with my seed. And her tits—goddamn, they are juicy little peaches with pointed tips begging to be sucked.
I run the back of my hand over both of her silk mounds first, and then I bend down to savor them one by one until they swell even more and until Brittney becomes restless.
“Andrew, I want you inside me,” she whispers, her eyes shimmering.
“I know, baby,” I say as I kiss her all the way down her belly. “I’ll be back.”
I quickly go into my bedroom to retrieve a box of condoms and come back. Putting the rubber on, I straddle her again and positioning my cock at her inviting entrance. I push it in as slow as my patience allows.
Brittney gasps as soon as I make my way in, and she grabs both of my arms.
“Relax, baby,” I coax her.
“I can’t,” she says. “You’re too big, Andrew.”
I chuckle. “You can take it, baby. You’ll stretch for me. Don’t close your legs.”
She spreads her legs and allows me in a few more inches. “I’m sorry,” she says.
“No,” I silence her with a kiss. “You’re doing fine.”
I cup her small breast and roll her firm nipple between my fingers to distract her. She whimpers and relaxes, welcoming me into her paradise.
When I feel her cherry, I stop. “Are you ready?”
She nods. “Yes, Andrew. I am.”
