don’t think so, Doll.”
“Oh, you like it really kinky, don’t you?” I tease, biting his lip.
“I like anything with you.”
I bring my hands up and motion for him to take his shirt off. There is absolutely nothing wrong with this view.
“If you weren’t so fucking hot, I’d handcuff you to my bedpost and leave you there.”
“I’m glad to hear you like me for me,” he says in amusement. “However, I’m glad to hear you think so. Because I plan to use it against you as much as possible.”
“Unlikely,” I retort.
“And I plan to be against you as much as possible.” He grins.
“Yes. Yes…that one I agree with,” I say, laughing.
His smile is fucking amazing. It shows off his perfect white teeth, and when he’s really smiling, it practically reaches his eyes. The man has a great smile, ass and body. Basically, he has everything .
“I want you against the wall,” he mumbles in between kisses as I continue to stroke him again. “I won’t stop until every picture frame has fallen off.”
He hoists me up and releases my bra in one quick motion. He throws it behind him as his mouth finds my nipple. I sink into his touch, arching my back to give him as much access as possible.
“Oh god, that feels amazing,” I moan. His lips on me anywhere feels amazing, but when he kisses and pulls lightly on my breast with his teeth, it makes me explode at just the slightest touch.
His aggressive approach continues to turn me on, as much as I want to fight it and demand the control back. However, my body betrays me and gives in to his commands. He slams us into one of the walls and enters me immediately. I gasp at the sudden intrusion, but my body openly welcomes him.
I realize he’s not wearing a condom again and am prepared for him to pull out. But he doesn’t.
“Fuck, Doll. You feel so amazing.”
“Drew…” I pant, trying to make words come out.
He grabs my hands and pins them against the wall behind me above my head.
“I don’t want anything between us,” he says as if he reads my mind. “I promise I’m clean.”
“Are you sure?” I breathe out, worried.
“Yes, I swear. You’re on the pill?” he asks as if he already knows the answer.
“Of course.” As soon as the words come out, he pounds into me harder, making my head fall back at the amazing sensation that rivets between us.
“Good girl. I want to feel you, Carissa. All of you.”
His mouth is on mine again as he thrusts inside me—over and over, he gets deeper and harder—making it impossible to fight any emotions that begin to flood my heart.
I scream his name out as I climax, hard and aggressive. He makes sure I feel every second of it before milking his own release. My body surrenders to him as he continues holding me. His head falls on my shoulder as he presses light kisses up my neck.
“You feel amazing, Carissa. You are amazing,” he whispers in my ear. “I don’t want to give you up,” he growls.
I can feel my heart pounding out of my chest at his words. I don’t know what to say, so I don’t respond. I just let the moment sink in, allowing the bliss and euphoria take over as I come down from the sensation.
We lay in bed for a while, saying nothing. He covers us up as we lay naked, my back pressed to his chest. I match my breathing with his, trying to organize the mess that’s now in my head.
He lightly brushes his fingers up and down my arm. It’s not like me to cuddle after sex, but for the first time ever, I’m actually enjoying it.
“Looks like you’re the one who needs the snuggling after,” I tease, breaking the silence.
“I’ll take any excuse to have you close to me,” he whispers in my ear. “Even if it’s torturous snuggling.”
I bust out laughing. “I’m glad you’re being tortured.”
“Oh, it’s not torture snuggling with you. It’s torture having your naked body pressed up against me and wanting you again, but knowing I have to wait for recovery. The snuggling I
“Oh, you like it really kinky, don’t you?” I tease, biting his lip.
“I like anything with you.”
I bring my hands up and motion for him to take his shirt off. There is absolutely nothing wrong with this view.
“If you weren’t so fucking hot, I’d handcuff you to my bedpost and leave you there.”
“I’m glad to hear you like me for me,” he says in amusement. “However, I’m glad to hear you think so. Because I plan to use it against you as much as possible.”
“Unlikely,” I retort.
“And I plan to be against you as much as possible.” He grins.
“Yes. Yes…that one I agree with,” I say, laughing.
His smile is fucking amazing. It shows off his perfect white teeth, and when he’s really smiling, it practically reaches his eyes. The man has a great smile, ass and body. Basically, he has everything .
“I want you against the wall,” he mumbles in between kisses as I continue to stroke him again. “I won’t stop until every picture frame has fallen off.”
He hoists me up and releases my bra in one quick motion. He throws it behind him as his mouth finds my nipple. I sink into his touch, arching my back to give him as much access as possible.
“Oh god, that feels amazing,” I moan. His lips on me anywhere feels amazing, but when he kisses and pulls lightly on my breast with his teeth, it makes me explode at just the slightest touch.
His aggressive approach continues to turn me on, as much as I want to fight it and demand the control back. However, my body betrays me and gives in to his commands. He slams us into one of the walls and enters me immediately. I gasp at the sudden intrusion, but my body openly welcomes him.
I realize he’s not wearing a condom again and am prepared for him to pull out. But he doesn’t.
“Fuck, Doll. You feel so amazing.”
“Drew…” I pant, trying to make words come out.
He grabs my hands and pins them against the wall behind me above my head.
“I don’t want anything between us,” he says as if he reads my mind. “I promise I’m clean.”
“Are you sure?” I breathe out, worried.
“Yes, I swear. You’re on the pill?” he asks as if he already knows the answer.
“Of course.” As soon as the words come out, he pounds into me harder, making my head fall back at the amazing sensation that rivets between us.
“Good girl. I want to feel you, Carissa. All of you.”
His mouth is on mine again as he thrusts inside me—over and over, he gets deeper and harder—making it impossible to fight any emotions that begin to flood my heart.
I scream his name out as I climax, hard and aggressive. He makes sure I feel every second of it before milking his own release. My body surrenders to him as he continues holding me. His head falls on my shoulder as he presses light kisses up my neck.
“You feel amazing, Carissa. You are amazing,” he whispers in my ear. “I don’t want to give you up,” he growls.
I can feel my heart pounding out of my chest at his words. I don’t know what to say, so I don’t respond. I just let the moment sink in, allowing the bliss and euphoria take over as I come down from the sensation.
We lay in bed for a while, saying nothing. He covers us up as we lay naked, my back pressed to his chest. I match my breathing with his, trying to organize the mess that’s now in my head.
He lightly brushes his fingers up and down my arm. It’s not like me to cuddle after sex, but for the first time ever, I’m actually enjoying it.
“Looks like you’re the one who needs the snuggling after,” I tease, breaking the silence.
“I’ll take any excuse to have you close to me,” he whispers in my ear. “Even if it’s torturous snuggling.”
I bust out laughing. “I’m glad you’re being tortured.”
“Oh, it’s not torture snuggling with you. It’s torture having your naked body pressed up against me and wanting you again, but knowing I have to wait for recovery. The snuggling I
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