Page 31 of Shameless

My fingers find the button of his jeans. “I promise. Will you fuck me now?”

He sighs, his forehead touching mine after his boxer briefs hit the floor. “I want to but I don’t know if I can be gentle right now. I?—”

“I don’t want you to be gentle,” I close my fingers around the base of his thick erection. Crew is as thick as Stefan. “I need youto fuck me until all I can feel is you. If I can’t make my mind stop reeling with the drugs, I need you to be my oblivion.”

His cock pulses in my hand at my words, the defined muscles in his lower stomach twitching as his hips move forward to get more friction. “What if I hurt you?”

I nip at his bottom lip. “You won’t.”

“Promise me you’ll tell me to stop if you need me to.”

That’s an easy promise to make. “I promise. I trust you, Crew. Now fuck me like you own me.”

He takes my mouth in a bruising kiss, his hands closed around my biceps as he walks toward my bed.

“Now turn around.” It isn’t a request.

I love it.

The drugs make me lose control and Crew understood that giving away that control is exactly what I need.

I do as I’m told.

“Hands on the mattress and lean forward until your tits hit the comforter.” Is Crew’s next order.

A thrill shoots through me as I follow his instructions. In this position, my ass is in the air, completely exposed to him, totally at his mercy.

“Do you have a clue how beautiful you look like this?”

I don’t answer with words, I just push my ass against him in a silent invitation.

“Your pussy looks so perfect, so wet and ready for me to take her,” he praises me, his fingers tracing the edges of my outer lips. “Do you have a clue how many times I dreamed about this? About you being mine?”

One thick finger enters me from behind and I gasp, surprised as my inner walls greedily clench around it.

“Do you want more, Lula?” Crew asks, pumping his finger in and out of me at an excruciatingly slow pace.

“Please.” I beg.

I can hear the smile in his voice. “Tell me again what you want and it’s yours.”

A few weeks ago, I would have blushed at his request. I would have been self-conscious.

Now I need him so much that I would do anything to get what I want.

“Fuck me, Crew. Please.”

His fingers slips out and I miss the feeling of it so much that I almost cry out.

“I love how soaked you are for me, baby.” Crew croons as he drags his shaft up and down my front.

I moan when the head of his cock touches my clit and push my hips toward him in a silent plea.

“No,” he scolds me. “You get my cock when you’re ready and I don’t think you are.”

What the fuck is he talking about?

“Please Crew,” I beg again. “Fuck me. I’m ready, I swear.”

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