Page 48 of Drawn to You
Chapter 19
Andrew
I grunt like a madman. Damn. This girl is infuriating. I intend to teach her a lesson so she wouldn’t repeat what she’s done. But the spanking has no effect on her. She enjoys it and wants more. Of course, I haven’t put any force into thepunishment. I’m mad at her, but there’s no way I would hurt her. I only want to scare her. Shit. I’m too soft on her. I’ve got to be rougher.
I place her on the bed and undo my belt. My engorged cock springs free the moment I tug down my boxers, and Britt’s eyes turn to saucers. “You’re so big, Andrew!”
I chuckle. “You’ve seen it twice already, Britt. Don’t tell me you forgot its size.”
She laughs. “It seems to be larger than before.”
I curse. “Maybe. And that’s because I’ve got lots of pent-up energy.”
While I reach into the drawer for a condom, Brittney takes off her top and bra and lies down, gawking at me. “I should film you rolling down the rubber, Andrew. It’s great porn.”
“Jesus, Britt, you sound like a dirty little girl.”
She wriggles in bed. “Maybe I am, and it’s your fault. You’re too sexy.”
Fuck. My lust surges, and my dick swells even more. I grunt and grab her arms, pull her up and flip her. “Since you’re so horny, I’m going to take you from behind,” I say.
“Ooh. Doggy style, huh?” she gets down on all fours promptly, wagging her ass at me. Goddamn.
I stroke and kiss her cheeks, resisting the urge to bite into the delicious-looking peach. “You have a beautiful ass, Britt. I should take your back door instead and make you scream,” I say as I run the back of my index along her crack.
She shrieks with fear. “No, please! I promise I will do what you say from now on, Andrew.”
I chuckle. “It won’t hurt, sweetheart. I’ll make it good. You’ll scream with pleasure, not pain. But not now, baby. I don’t have time or patience to get you ready for that. I’m going to fuck your pussy. I’ll have plenty of time to try out other things with you.”
While she coos, I spread her legs wider. And then I hold my shaft with one hand and slide it along her dripping folds to gather moisture. “It’s going to be intense, okay?” I rasp into her ear to warn her despite my eagerness to enter her. “It might even hurt a little.”
She responds by pushing her juicy peach against my balls. “I can take it, big guy.”
I growl at her playfulness and nudge my head against the entrance of her womanhood. She tenses a bit, and I reach to cup her breast. I roll her nipple to make her relax. When she whimpers, I push my hardness into her slippery channel.
Britt’s walls clench at once, gripping my cock and suctioning it into her. I groan and close my eyes to enjoy the intense pleasure. But she doesn’t let me pause for long. “Please,” she begs, “Andrew. Don’t stop. I want you all the way in!”
Fuck. I lose control of myself at her request. I plunge in so deep the tip of my cock hits her cervix, and she jerks forward. Her head nearly bangs against the headboard.
I pull her back and drive into her again and again, and I watch my thick shaft going in and out of her with satisfaction. Finally, she’s all mine. With each thrust, I release my frustration, fear, and anxieties that built up in the past few days. I don’t want to hurt her, but I can’t help being rough. This little vixen did it to me. I’m a possessed man because of her. She deserves this treatment. I drill my steely hardness into her walls over and over, letting her know how much I care about her, how much I need her, and how much I love her. I need to feel her and let her feel me. I have to claim her and make sure she doesn’t slip away again. I want to put seed into her belly, too. Goddamn it. But I’ll get to that later.
“Tell me I own this little pussy, Britt,” I grip her hips and demand.
“I’m all yours, Andrew!” Brittney says while gasping for air.
Her words summon an unstoppable wave of pleasure to my groin, but I want more. I pound into her fast and deep. “Tell me you will never leave me again!”
“I will never leave you again, I promise!” she says, sobbing. “Oh, Andrew, I’m coming!”
A euphoric sensation sweeps over me as her feminine walls convulse, drawing the force out of me despite my attempt to hold it longer. I let out a low guttural sound as I ram into her uncontrollably and empty myself completely.
I collapse on top of Brittney, grunting before we roll over and lie down. Damn. I’ve never come so hard, and I’m sweating profusely. I must smell terrible, too, and I hesitate to hold Britt.
But she snuggles against me and strokes my hair and my back. “Are you okay?”
I chuckle and kiss her forehead. “Yes, I am, baby. Are you?”
“Yes,” she says with a content smile before pressing her face to my chest. “Very.”
