The Love of My Bully

“And we’re talking like this. My dick’s inside you, and we’re here now, talking.” He wasn’t going soft any time soon. She felt amazing.

“I know. I read that if you give it a little time, it might not be so bad.”

He stroked her cheek. “I cannot believe I’m here right now with you.”

“Me neither. I don’t want to go back.”

“Then let’s stay here for as long as we can. You and me.” He pressed a kiss to her lips before she could allow their reality to set in.

There was nothing either of them could do. As he traced the seam of her lips, she let out a little moan and he cupped her hip, holding her in place, not wanting her to move, otherwise, she’d make him come. He didn’t want to orgasm without feeling her come at least once more. She moaned and began to rock against his cock.

“Pru, don’t.”

“But I want to. I know it’s going to be sore, but I want to feel you, Drake.” She cupped his cheek as she slowly thrust against him. Her movements weren’t practiced. She really didn’t have a clue what she was doing and he found it even more charming.

This girl, this woman, she was … more than he had ever hoped for. All this time she’d been right in front of him, but he’d been too blind to see just how precious she was. And for a short time at least, she belonged to him.

Chapter Nineteen

The day after

Opening her eyes, Pru blinked against the sunlight and quickly turned her head away, letting out a groan. Her body was sore and a little stiff. It wasn’t her birthday anymore and the memories of last night rushed back to her.

“Morning,” Drake said.

She tilted her head back and sure enough, he was awake and smiling at her. “Morning.”

He stroked her cheek and she couldn’t believe she’d had sex with Drake last night.

“You’re not regretting what we did, are you?”

“What? No, of course not. Don’t be crazy. I’m not regretting anything. Are you?”

“No, not a thing.” He stroked her cheek again and leaned in close.

“I’ve got morning breath,” she said.

“So do I, but I don’t care.” He took possession of her mouth and she closed her eyes, letting out a little moan. Drake was the first one to break the kiss. He pulled back and offered her a smile. “How are you feeling?”

“Okay, I think. How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine, Pru. Please, tell me if you’re hurting.”

“I’m not hurting. I’m not really feeling anything, to be honest. I’m all good. I promise.” She licked her swollen lips. They were tingling from his kiss. “So, er, what are we doing today?”

“We’ve got to head back home today. School tomorrow.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Or we could forget about it all and stay here for a couple more days? What would it hurt? I can call my parents and you said yours don’t really check up on you. What harm could it do?”

“I’m starting to think I’ve made a bad impression on you.”

“You’re tempted?” she asked.

“Baby, I’m more than tempted. It means I don’t have to worry about driving. We can stay in bed until it’s really late.” Drake grabbed her and pulled her down to the bed. She let out a scream, a little taken aback by his sudden mood change.

“What are you doing?” she asked, laughing. He stared down at her and she touched his face, cradling his cheek. “You look so serious.”

Before she had a chance to know what was going on, his lips were on hers. She let out a little moan, to which he growled. Her entire body woke up. She was a little sore, but she wasn’t going to allow her body to stop her.

“When it comes to you, I can’t get enough.” Drake broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, toward her tits. He pressed them together and she gasped as his tongue stroked over the hard buds. She watched him, mesmerized as he continued to touch her. “I love these. You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about touching you, tasting you, wanting you.”

“Please, Drake.”

“I hope you can handle me. I want to get my fill of you while I can.”

She pushed aside the quick pulse of pain that flashed through her at the reminder they weren’t going to be together. She had to get her head together when it came to Drake.

This wasn’t going to last.

He bit down on her tit, and she moaned his name, wanting him again.

“Please,” she said.

The hand on her waist slowly stroked down, moving across her stomach to settle between her thighs. He didn’t touch her right away, just put his hand directly over her pussy. She stared at him as he looked down at her.

He didn’t avert his gaze as he slid a finger between her slit, touching her clit. She let out a gasp. His gaze remained on her as he moved down to plunder inside her pussy. She spread her legs wide.