Page 175 of How to Win the Girl

He stretches himself on the bed, stretching at an odd angle to make himself fit on my full mattress—a difficult task but not an impossible one.

Drake Colter is huge...but flexible, apparently.

He adjusts himself so his face easily fits between my thighs, fingers parting my pussy, lips and tongue working their magic.

And it is magic, all of it.

Every minute we’ve spent together has been amazing and the sex is too. I can’t wait to have him inside me…

He wants me ready.

He wants me wet.

I moan, thrashing my head as his teeth scrape my skin, making me shiver. Giving me gooseflesh and causing me to moan again.

Why is he so good at this?

Why does it feel so good?

How is he able to make me come?

Oh my godddd…

I want to pull his hair. I want to scratch his back.

I want to say dirty words and—

“Do you have a condom?” His voice is raspy and near my ear, and in a haze, I look at him.

“Yes.” My arm falls to the mattress, finger pointing at the bedside table. “Drawer.”

I’m the caveman now.

I’m the one with a limited vocabulary.

I’m the one speaking in one-word sentences like a dude with two brain cells to rub together.

Drake moves with speed, leaning over, his deliciously hard dick pressing into my hip as he pulls open the drawer so he can retrieve the small box of condoms I’d bought at the end of last year when I’d decided to have a Hot Girl Semester and was going to be more adventurous and sow my wild oats with more people.

That never happened.

But it’s happening now.

Just…not with more people.

With one.

Only one.

Only Drake.

He tears into the wrapper, setting it on the table and not the floor, going to work rolling it on. I watch, transfixed at the motion, watching his large hands—his lithe fingers. They’re calloused and firm, and I want them back on my body, preferably my backside. I want him pulling me into him so he’s deeper.

Patience, Daisy…

Patience be damned; I want to get fucked.

I’ve been good for so long.

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