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"Yes, do you believe me when I say that I can't lose you. That I’m in this with you till the end.”
I nod against the raw need in his tone. If this is what he needs and will help him and bring us closer together, I’ll do anything.
"Fuck, Flower, you're so perfect. I don't deserve you. I know that but I’m too selfish of an asshole to give you up. I’ll never give you up, never again.”
His touch, his words, they cut me open, making me want to give into the temptation and throw caution to the wind, because when it comes to Drew I’m helpless.
"What do you want?" I whisper.
"You," he says against my lips. "Only you."
His lips sare on mine again, and I feel his fingers dig into my cheeks, guiding me, bending me to his will. There’s an urgency to his touch, a desperation that we both feel. I’m consumed by his kiss, and I let him ravage me, own me.
Home. Drew is my home. My solace, my escape. At least, I think I want him to be. I curl my hands up and thread them through his dark hair. The nape of his neck is damp with sweat but I don't care. I just need him close, as close as possible.
He pulls away, breaking the kiss, and I whine in disapproval but then he nips a line down my jaw and neck. I’m shivering and writhing against his body by the time he reaches my collarbone. With a growl against my skin, his lips move over my collarbone, and when he’s reached my T-shirt, he grabs the edge of it and rips it to the side, continuing his assault on me. The sensation tingles down my spine, and I clutch him to my chest.
"Drew, please."
"Tell me what you need."
"You."
"Do you? How badly do you want my cock, baby? Bad enough that you’re willing to do anything I tell you to?" He leans back this time and slowly eases me into a sitting position.
I nod because I’ll agree to whatever he wants as long as he doesn’t stop. With a smile, he lifts me off the bed and places me on the floor. For a moment, all I can do is look up at him in confusion.
The floor beneath my thighs is cold, and I yelp, arranging my legs so I can get used to the chill quicker. Staring up at his knees and further to see the hard length of him outlined in his jeans, I try to ignore the pulsing in my core, along with the way my mouth waters. He wants my lips on his cock. I lean forward, reaching for his fly, but he shakes his head and grabs my hand, stopping me.
"Not yet. You get my cock when I give it to you, and you haven’t earned it yet, so if you want it, you’ll have to be a good girl and do what you’re told. Can you do that?"
His hard gaze penetrates the dark crevices of my mind that only he can reach. The places where I submit to him, give in to his pleasure and pain. His commanding voice reminds me of the Drew that stalked me in the library. The Drew I choose to give control over too.
Gently, he brushes strands of hair away from my face, then without warning, he sinks his fingers into my hair. Shivers wrack my body, and when he tightens his grip, a burn of pain ripples across my scalp, but the kiss of pain leads to a promise of pleasure. He tips my head back, and I let myself go, melting into his touch, into his hold.
"Yes," I hiss out. "Yes."
He smirks. "Good, because you know if you’re a good girl I’ll reward you, won’t I?”
I wiggle, and he jerks his chin up. "Shorts and panties off. Scoot forward, and put that pretty pussy on my boot.”
“What?” I squeak, taken aback by his demand.
“You heard me, Flower. I want you to ride my boot, to make yourself come.”
I’m tempted to say no, tempted to tell him that’s disgusting but also insanely hot. I do neither of those things, because I’m certain my brain would short-circuit right now if I didn’t get the opportunity to come. Releasing me, he watches through hooded eyes as I shimmy out of my shorts and panties.
Once I sink back down to the floor, naked from the waist down, he pounces on me, his hand spearing back through the locks again. Shifting forward, I maneuver my knees on either side of his foot. I hesitate for a moment, wondering if I’m really going to do this.
"Mmm...good girl," he praises and guides my head with his fingers. I let myself go limp in his grasp wanting to give into the pleasure.
"Don’t be shy. Use it. Ride it. And once your pussy is ready for me. I'll fuck you until I make you come so hard you see stars."
The hammering of my heartbeat echoes in my ears, while my brain tries to cut into the haze, whispering this might be wrong, but my body is full steam ahead. I'm already moving as my brain tries to shift focus. I lean up to roll my hips over the tip of his boot, and in return, he lifts it gently to provide counter pressure.
“Drew…” I moan, unsure of what I should do.
I know he wants me to ride his boot, but I can’t help but feel it’s wrong. His grip on my hair becomes painful, and I let out a hiss as he jerks my head back, his dark gaze piercing deep into my soul.
