“That’s too good, baby, you need to stop,” Drew growled. But in the same breath, he braced himself with two hands on the door and began rocking his hips, gently fucking his cock into my mouth. “Oh fuck, Evie. Fuck.” I heard him drop one hand from the door a second before I felt it grab my ponytail at the root.
I let him control the pace for a few seconds because I was already addicted to feeling of his size stretching my lips, and to the gravelly, unbelievably sexy sound of his groan.
I loved hearing him get lost in his pleasure, muttering under his breath and switching back and forth between filth and affection. On
e second, I was his “dirty little girl.” The other, I was “so goddamned perfect.” Whatever it was, I didn’t care – I loved it all.
Of course, I loved it most when I sucked him hard for a good twenty seconds, my cheeks hollowing as I squeezed handfuls of his jeans, giving pulls so tight and wet on his cock that he roared like a wild beast when I abruptly stopped.
Returning to my feet, I caught the blazing fire in Drew’s eyes as I wiped the corner of my mouth with my finger.
“Okay. We can go home now,” I panted, knowing well that I’d just set myself up for the hardest fuck of my life.
But that was kind of the point.
“Turn around,” Drew said.
I thought he was ordering me to immediately open the door, but the second I turned, he bent me over his arm. Ripping my skirt up, he brought a brutal spank down on my ass, prompting my jaw to fall open as I slapped my hand to the door.
“Just so you know what you’re in for,” Drew said as he dropped my skirt back into place and moved my hand around the doorknob. “Now stand up straight, baby. We’re going home.”
23
DREW
Clearly, she didn’t realize that I specialized in punishment.
Then again, no one really gave me credit for that.
They liked to think of me as reckless. Impulsive. Thoroughly lacking in self-control. They saw the fights, the temper. The times I mouthed off to the umps and got my ass fined five figures in one shot. They took one look at the partying, the late nights at clubs, and they decided that was all they needed to sum up Drew Maddox.
It was like I’d become the best pitcher in baseball by pure coincidence. Like it didn’t take seventeen years of practicing patience, grit and discipline, to the point that I started to like when I was sore and aching, in physical pain.
Because that meant I’d worked for it.
“I swear I hate you, Drew,” Evie panted as she stayed right where I’d left her – bent over the back of the couch in just her strappy little heels.
“You don’t.”
I took a swig of water as I closed the refrigerator door, soaking in the sight of her gleaming wet pussy and thoroughly spanked ass from the kitchen. There was nothing about this view that wasn’t perfect, from her ripped black panties on the floor to her long hair cascading down between her shoulder blades, settling in that sexy curve of her back.
For the past twenty minutes, I’d switched between spanking and finger-fucking her, and now she was waiting there somewhere between helpless and patient as I took a water break. But she gasped the second she heard the tiny scrape of me grabbing the condom off the kitchen counter and crossing back to the living room.
“Yes, yes, Drew, please...”
Even when she was done begging with her words, she begged me with the sexiest, breathiest cross between a moan and a whimper. It made my dick twitch in my hand as I positioned myself behind her again, smirking as she made coy eye contact over her shoulder. She bit her lip as she watched me tear the wrapper with my teeth, tossing it onto the ground and stretching the rubber over my shaft.
“Hurry,” she begged.
But I didn’t. I took a second to admire how perfectly spread she was for me as I propped her knee up on the couch.
Then with two handfuls of her ass, I drove my cock deep inside her.
“Drew!”
She cried out in shock as I rolled my head back and groaned, immediately lost in how fucking tight her pussy squeezed around me. I growled as I slammed through every clench of her walls around me, filling my hands with her tits and holding nothing back.
“Does that feel good, baby?” I rasped though I already knew the answer since she only stopped moaning to turn and kiss me. “‘Cause I’m in fucking heaven right now,” I muttered almost to myself. “I swear to God, I am.”