Page 22 of Bet on Me


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Something nudged at my back entrance. Not his finger.

His cock pressed into me, stretching my ring of muscles wide with a burn. I tried to relax, but my body clenched, fighting the invasion.

He pressed forward, filling my ass.

“Ow, Sir, please, it hurts. Hurts so much,” I whimpered, panting.

“It’s supposed to hurt, baby. You need the pain, don’t you, kitten?” His length continued to press inward as he went deeper, filling me.

His groin settled against my ass. His cock was fully buried inside me now. I realized I was shaking as he moved. It hurt, but the pain drove me higher. My ass gripped him as my entire body spasmed.

The waves of my orgasm washed over me as Drew came along with me.

I shivered as he slipped out of me. I was barely aware of him leaving the bed, disposing of the condom, and cleaning me with a warm cloth. He slipped back into the bed and pulled me close, my back to his front.

“That was incredible, baby.”

15

Emma

Thebrightmorningsunwas streaming in through the window. I untangled myself from where I’d fallen asleep, wrapped around Drew, and tiptoed to the window. I pulled the shades back to peer down at the parking lot. The cars were still buried beneath a mountain of snow. A plow was making its way down the road.

I brushed my teeth, questions turning over in my mind. We were definitely done being snowed in, but were we a couple now? Would Drew scene with me again, with others around? He’d officially ruined me for any other man, although I supposed I’d been ruined for anyone else as long as I’d been pining for him. But I’d never come as hard—or as many times—as I had under his hands the past two days.

I spit the toothpaste into the sink and wandered back to the bedroom. Drew was up, pulling on a pair of pants and a hoodie.

“Good morning, baby. You sleep okay?”

“Yes, Sir. Very good.”

Drew smiled. “The plows are out. I’m going to go dig out your car. Give me the keys. I’ll warm it up.”

“Um…” I paused. Where were my keys? “I’m not sure I remember where I left my purse, to be honest. But you don’t have to do that.”

Drew grinned. “I think it’s downstairs. And I want to. Okay if I grab your keys from your purse?”

I nodded. “Yes, Sir.” I knew I needed to get home. I needed to feed Orion, for one—he’d be pissed that I’d left him with only a normal amount of food, rather than the excess that the fat cat usually ate daily.

But it seemed like the magic of the snow was disappearing.

Drew returned 90 minutes later, covered in sweat and small bits of snow that were melting in the warmth of his apartment.

“I warmed your car up and dug it out, but I turned it off and brought the keys in. I found your sweatpants and coat you wore in. Do you want to stay a little longer?” He handed over the clothing.

I stood from where I’d snuggled back in the bed. “I’ll stay for a coffee, but I need to get back. Orion will be out of food and a hungry cat is an angry cat.”

Drew nodded, smirking. “True story. Cats can hold grudges like no other.” He moved toward the kitchen. “Milk and sugar, right?”

“Lots of milk, lots of sugar. Thank you!” Lots of coffee, but I’d start with one cup.

I pulled on my sweatpants before I joined him in the kitchen. Drew handed me a steaming mug.

Finally. Caffeine. Sugar. Yum.

I took a big sip, feeling the life come back into my body as the caffeine flowed through my veins.

Yeah, maybe I was an addict. But there were worse things to be addicted to than coffee and sugar.

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