Page 459 of Now and Forever

Yes, it’s wrong. I shouldn’t want you, but I do. So, fucking, bad. It’s not right, to want you this much. I must be fucked up beyond belief to want you this badly.

“Yes, it’s wrong. You’re wrong,” I speak, panting and out of breath.

“Huh.”

“Drake!” I yell when his hand goes up under my skirt. His hand is purposeful as it nudges the side of my underwear and then sticks a finger inside me.

Fucking, asshole, I hate you.

“Your pussy doesn’t think so,” Drake pants against my ear. I moan when he starts to stroke me tenaciously before he jabs another finger into me.

My God, I’m dying. “Don’t do this . . .” I whisper, but my body is betraying me. It screams for more; more of Drake and more of this erotic torture.

“I’m not stopping until you tell me the truth, but if you want to play stubborn, this can go on all night. I won’t mind it at all.”

“What truth? Argh, shit, Drake!” I clutch onto his shoulders, practically hyperventilating from his fingers. “Drake . . .” I cry out.

I hear him growl when he rips another pair of my thongs. The second one in twenty-four hours. With my thong out of the way, things get more serious. “I’m not going to let you come, unless you give in to me.”

Cruel son of a bitch! “Fuck you!” I curse at him, at my stupid body, at every single thing because when his fingers almost withdraw, I grind my hips against them, begging for more. “Ahh, ahh . . .” I moan.

“Do you want me?” Drake fumbles with something. I hear his pants drop on the floor next.

“Ahumm . . .” I say incoherently.

“What? I can’t hear you. I’m asking again, do you want me to fuck you?”

“No . . .”

Drake hoists me up against the wall and rams his hard cock inside me, with one hard thrust. “Oh, God, It’s so tight. This tight cunt is mine,” he repeats each time he slides back inside me. “I own this cunt. Tell me I’m the owner.”

“Hell no!”

Drake curses and hoists me up again, carrying me toward my living room. With his manhood still inside me, he cups my chin and kisses me senseless.

Was this his way of making me submit to him? Using my body against me? It’s working effectively.

Done fighting with my body, I kiss him back, angered and impassioned. Just for tonight . . . I think as I start to rock my hips against his cock. Drake makes a guttural sound. Holding onto my hips, he uses them to make my body pound against him, roughly, ruthlessly. He fucks me hard and kisses me harder. I hang on to him, kissing him as I run my nails down his back.

I stop kissing him when I realize we aren’t using condoms again. Fuck! “Protection. Condom, Drake.”

“No. Not with you, never with you. We’ll get you pills tomorrow.” He quickly places me on all fours on the chaise lounge. He then parts my legs, presses his hand on my lower back to keep me in the position he wants me in and enters me, viciously.

My knees buckle as pleasure, pain and soreness hits me full-on. In this position, he has easy access to the deepest parts of me. I’m not sure if I can handle it. If he pounds me any harder, I might not recover. “Drake . . . I . . . um…”

“Does it hurt?” he distractedly asks while his other hand reaches over my stomach, parts my folds and lets his fingers cater to my core. “Babe?” Drake asks as he starts to gradually move. Hissing each time he slides back into me.

Heck, yes, it hurts like a bitch, but I don’t want him to stop, either. “Don’t stop. Just keep going.”

“Come here, Babe.” Drake slowly pulls me against his chest, takes my chin and kisses me. On our knees with his cock buried deep inside my core and his fingers on my clit, he passionately devours my lips. My body starts to relax while I press my back against his chest. When his cock starts to move inside me, the soreness is still there, but the pleasure is terrifyingly amazing; it’s all I can concentrate on.

Drake’s pacing starts to heighten again, but this time, I am ready to take him in. “Get on your elbows, lower your upper body, but lift your ass to me.”

“Argh! Fuck!” I cry out when he severely smacks my ass a few times.

“No more other men, Lil. I won’t be accountable for what happens next time I see you going on dates or another man touching you. Are we clear?”

Damn it. “I don’t think you and I will work out, Drake. This is just sex.”

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