His eyes blazed into mine as he held me there for a full minute, driving relentlessly inside me, focused on nothing but reclaiming my pussy.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured with satisfaction as I came desperately all over his hand, my body weak but our eyes locked tight as he withdrew his wet fingers from between my legs.

I gazed back at him, dizzy as he slowly released my neck, giving me time to grasp the counter behind me for balance. Then taking a single step back, he slowly undid his belt, button and zipper.

“Take your clothes off. Everything except the shoes.” Drew stroked his erection over his boxers as I did as I was told. He mirrored me as I shed my dress and my panties, till we stood completely bare before one another, all our clothes strewn in the same corner of the kitchen floor.

“Now?” I asked, barely able to stand in my heels as I soaked in every inch of Drew’s body, including the solid nine that hung between his rock-hard thighs.

“Go to my room.” Easy enough. “And keep your pussy spread for me as you walk up the stairs.”

Goddammit, Drew.

I was needy enough without that carnal demand – and without all the low, sexy murmurs of appreciation he made as I obliged him the whole way up the stairs. The one time I glanced over my shoulder, I saw him four or five steps back, his thumb running across his bottom lip as he held his head tilted just so, enjoying the view. An irresistibly sexy smirk curled his mouth when he caught me looking at him.

“That’s right. Keeping showing that pussy. Show me how it belongs to me.”

God.

“You better fuck me hard Drew,” I said as I reached the second floor.

“It feels like a year since I’ve fucked you, so hard won’t be a problem. Now get on my bed.”

“Any other requests?”

“Wait for me on your hands and knees.”

My pussy throbbed.

Jesus. If there was any guarantee in the world it was that this man knew how to turn me on like no other. My body was brimming with anticipation by the time I got into his bedroom – a room I’d only peeked into but never stepped foot inside before.

There were books, framed photos and leather boxes on his dresser. Just a dent in his pillow, the rumple in his bed sheets as I climbed on his bed was fascinating to me. It reminded me that this was Drew’s bedroom where he slept every night. His home

within his home.

“That’s fucking perfect, baby.”

His pleasured rumble startled me and when I peered over my shoulder, I saw Drew’s powerful body striding into the room, a rubber already stretched thin over his cock. He kept his eyes pinned to my naked body on all fours as he moved toward the bathroom, never once breaking eye contact as he twisted the doorknob and pushed.

I bit my grin as the door opened and I saw that his bathroom mirror directly faced the bed.

“Look at how fucking sexy you are,” Drew muttered in my ear as he climbed behind me onto the bed, watching me watch our reflection.

I gazed at the dramatic dip of my arched back, at Drew’s long body positioned behind me, his muscled arms looking so threatening as he simply cupped my ass. My senses tingled as I watched him palm it gently for several seconds before winding up to spank me.

As soon as I cried out at the impact, Drew rubbed away the pain, his mouth next to my ear as he murmured, “This ass belongs to me too.”

“Uh-huh…”

“Everything, Evie. Every inch of you is mine.”

I moaned as he nudged inside me, his flared tip throbbing between my wet lips. I closed my eyes as I felt his hand on the back of my neck, the other fondling my breast before gripping my waist.

“Say it.”

“I’m all yours,” I breathed.

And as soon as I did, he sunk the length of his cock inside me. His ragged groan drowned out the gasp that ripped from my throat because like last time, he felt too big, and as wet as I was, I could still hear him grunting – still needing to exert himself to push in and out of my pussy.

Tags: Stella Rhys Irresistible Romance
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