Page 25 of Drawn to You
I pull out an inch and plunge back in, forcing a cry out of her. “Does it hurt? You okay?”
She winces and says. “I’m fine. Keep going!”
I should give her a break, but my cock has its own idea. It wants to plunder this virgin land. It’s all I can do not to plunge into her womb — I have an overwhelming desire to go there and fill her. It’s out of the question at the moment because of the damn condom, but maybe one day I will. Christ. What the hell am I thinking? I’m out of my mind.
Brittney smiles at me with hooded eyes as I’m lost in thoughts. “Are you enjoying it, baby?” I ask.
“Yes,” she says in a husky voice. “I like it, Andrew. I’ve imagined this, you inside me, you know? Many times in the past days. But I would never have thought it would be like this. It’s incredible. I’m so full and so needy at the same time.”
Holy shit. Knowing I satisfy her only feeds my ego and makes me want to work harder for her. I slow down a bit, just to feel her and let her feel me thoroughly and to prolong the pleasure our bodies create for each other. Aching need runs through me each time I pull out of her, and when I go back in, my hunger for her doubles. “Britt, I could do it to you every fucking night and not get tired,” I hear myself speak.
Brittney squirms more. “Oh, God,” she coos. “I would love that, Andrew.”
“Good. Promise me you won’t let anyone else touch you, Britt,” I demand in a husky voice. “Tell my you’re mine!”
She gasps before answering me. “I promise. I’m yours, Andrew!” She contracts her walls as if trying to keep me inside her.
Shit. She’s a virgin and not supposed to know these tricks. I groan. “How the hell did you learn this?”
She giggles. “It’s instinct, Andrew.”
The giggle is my undoing. I pick up my pace and ram into her with abandon, over and over, not remembering when was the last time I felt this possessed. This isn’t me. I’ve always enjoyed sex, but I’m always in control, at least until the last minute. But today, I lost it the moment I entered this little heavenly little nook.
Brittney’s bright green eyes cast further spells on me. Damn. She’s a little witch. She’s got me under her command. Her flame-red hair doesn’t help either. The sight fuels my desire more. Fuck. I’m in deep shit.
“I’m gonna come, baby,” I say. “Come with me!”
I haven’t even finished my sentence when her walls clamp down on me, and I feel a rush of warm stream bathing me through the thin rubber. My cock jolts and explodes.
Chapter 11
Brittney
I wake with an aching body and a content smile. I turn to lie on my side, expecting to see Andrew next to me, but he isn’t. I blink a few times to recall how our night ended and remember him cuddling me to sleep. Has he already gone to work? I glance at the clock. It’s only five in the morning.
He probably went back to his bed during the night. I miss him already. Even during my sleep, my mind played back our passionate moment over and over. I can still see the way he burned me with his smoldering eyes and hear his gruff voice telling me he owned me. Oh, God. I squirm, my body aching even more.
It’s not yet dawn, but I get up. I want to make breakfast for Andrew. I’ve done it only once on the day after I moved in, and I miss it. I’m no great cook, but I can make pretty good eggs.
Andrew’s bedroom door is open, and I peek inside—yes, he’s sleeping soundly. I walk to the bed quietly and kiss him on his forehead. He stirs but doesn’t wake.
The dining table is clean and so is the kitchen. Andrew must’ve gotten up after I went to sleep and taken care of the leftover dinner. I open the fridge and see the salmon steak and the salad. Thinking I can have them for breakfast, I take them out.
My mind is still on Andrew while I fry the eggs. Did he mean those things he said to me? Is he going to do that to me every night from now on? Am I really his? I can’t help grinning like a fool. It’s a dream coming true. Andrew’s girl. I like it, even though he’s possessive, and I’m not sure how long I can stand it. But just knowing I make him jealous by going out with other guys thrills me. I can’t believe I have the power to light the flame in his eyes!
I’m smirking as a towering shadow appears at the door. Andrew is in his pajama pants and no shirt. My legs wobble right away, recalling the delicious feel of his hard chest rubbing against me.
His eyes turn dark right away, but he doesn’t come close to me.
“You’re burning the eggs, Britt,” he says instead.
Shit. He’s right. I quickly flip the eggs and remove the pan from the burner.
Damn. I must look silly to him. I have to pull myself together. I shouldn’t make too much out of last night. He didn’t mean what he said. It was just a casual fling to him. I infuriated him again, just like what I did last time at the gym. My action made him lose his temper and control momentarily. It was just male dominance.
“Yummy,” Andrew says after swallowing a big bite. “The best eggs I’ve ever had.”
My thighs tingle at those words. I imagine his sperm taking bites on my eggs. My mind is instantly flooded with pictures of our beautiful babies. Will they have his dreamlike blue eyes? His square jaw? His straight nose?
