23. Drew
I”d never seen anything so beautiful in my life as her riding my boot, wetting me with her pretty little pussy. ”Jesus Christ, you look so beautiful like this, at my mercy, desperate for me to fill your pussy with my thick cock.”
A whimper escapes her, her white teeth sinking into her bottom lip as I tighten my grip on her golden strands. ”A little more, Flower. I want to see your juices drip over the sides of my boot before I take you. Get yourself nice and wet so I can slide into you without effort.”
Another cute little whimper greets me and I choose to reward her, angling my foot in a way that puts the laces in direct contact with her swollen clit.
Her pouty lips part, and a gasp escapes them when I make contact. I readjust my cock that’s painfully pressing against my fly. In just a minute I”ll sink inside her wet heat but not yet. Not until she”s begging me for it.
This is for her. All for her.
I know exactly what she needs, and how she needs it.
Hard. Brutal. Punishing. Destroying her inch by inch.
”Ride my fucking boot, Flower. More. Spread your legs, and flatten your pussy against my boot.”
My encouraging words make her move a little faster, her center grinding harder against the edge of my boot, sending her knees out wider with each movement, like butterfly wings. Fuck she”s stunning like this. Her pupils dilated and rimmed with lust, her lips parted, her cheeks rosy with desire, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
She’s chasing a high that only I can give her.
“Oh god…” She pants, and I sink my fingers into her hair, tugging hard as I angle her head back, forcing her to look into my eyes.
“Not God, Flower. Drew. Drew fucking Marshall.” I nip at her lips.
“Drew,” she purrs, correcting herself.
“Good girl.” I praise, and tighten my grip watching as she works herself closer and closer to the edge. “You’re doing such a good job Bel. So wet, so fucking perfect.”
Her tiny hands grip onto me like I’m an anchor, the only thing capable of keeping her in place at the moment. I love how vulnerable she becomes when her need for pleasure overrides everything else. When her desperation for me consumes her. She has no idea how much it turns me on to see her like this.
Leaning closer, I trail my nose against her throat. The combination of the scents fills my nostrils and zings straight to my cock.
“Are you ready to be fucked?”
“Mhm. I’m ready.” She gasps, as I tug on her hair harder.
“What? I didn’t hear you.” I growl, my own control on the fringe.
I want to be gentle with her. I want to give her what I never could before, but it’s harder than I expected. Both because gentle isn’t who I am, and because deep down it’s not what Bel really wants.
”Please… please… I want your cock.” She begs, her green eyes bright with lust.
I shake my head and bring my lips to hers. So close they’re almost touching.
”Not good enough. Say it again. Convince me, prove to me how desperate you are for my cock.”
Her eyes flutter closed and then open again. ”Please, Drew. I need you inside me, filling me up. Please. I’m so empty.”
I nip at her bottom lip gently. ”Oh, you beg so prettily. How could I ever deny you what you need when you ask me like that? Sit back. Let me see your work.”
I release my hold on her hair and watch as she shifts backward, resting on her calves.
There”s a little dark mark on my leather boot top, a tiny line rolling over the side. I lick my lips and smile at her. ”Perfect, so good, Bel.”
She shifts again, and I grasp her around the waist to lift her onto my lap. Her hands thread around my neck, and I plant her right over my dick, which is still trapped in my pants. Immediately, she grinds against me, and I clamp down hard on her hips.
”Not until I”m ready,” I snap.
She freezes her fingers tightening around the back of my neck. When I”m sure she”s not going to move, I uncurl her hands and peel her shirt off, tossing it to the floor. I can’t make my eyes move fast enough. It”s like I’m seeing her for the first time all over again.
Creamy white skin. Dusky pink nipples. Tits that are just the perfect size, and a slim belly that leads down to her bare, clean pussy. My pussy. She’s baring her sweet little body to me.
Fuck.
I ease my hands down the curve of her waist, then back up to weigh her breasts in my hands, kneading them, my thumbs rolling over the pebbled nipples.
Greedily, she presses into my touch, her shoulders sliding back as if she can”t do anything but orbit me. I am her sun and moon, and she is my entire fucking universe.
My mouth waters, my hands shaking, trembling as if it’s my first time fucking someone. I’d be embarrassed, but there’s no need to be embarrassed, not with Bel in my arms.
I slide my hands down her smooth belly and grasp her hips again. She anchors her hands on my shoulders this time.
”Fuck, Flower. I”ve missed you.”
I gently ease her to her feet and catch her elbows when she wobbles, leaning toward me.
”Shhh...if you want my cock, you have to be real quiet.”
She nods her head eagerly as if she understands the repercussions.
I quickly lean down to unlace my boots, then shuck my pants, as well as shirt, and stand before her naked. It occurs to me that this might be the first time we”ve both been naked together. So many times we”ve peeled off the necessary clothing, but we haven”t done this. And even now we have to be quiet or risk Seb”s wrath.
Bel whimpers, her eyes raking me from head to toe. Bruises mar my ribs and my face, but she doesn”t seem to care as she stares, her mouth wet from biting her lip.
”Come here.” I tug her close and grab her soaked panties off the floor.
She steps into my arms with zero hesitation and something in my chest eases with her trust. And I plan to ensure she gets everything she doesn”t even know she needs yet.
I hold out the panties that are curled in my fingers and fist her hips to lead her over to the full-length mirror by her bathroom door.
Her eyes go a little wider, a little clearer. ”What...”
I press my fingers to her lips. ”Remember we have to be quiet.”
She blinks and nods. When she opens her mouth to speak again I raise the balled up panties, and press them into her mouth. Her forehead wrinkles in confusion, but she opens wider as I shove it a bit deeper, muffling the noise she makes.
”It”s the only way I don”t get murdered by your brother tonight, Flower. I know how vocal you can get and I plan to make up for lost time.”
I slip a hand down her belly and cup her pussy, slipping one finger inside. She greets me with a moan. Her pussy is so warm and wet that I swear I feel my cock leaking pre-cum. Pulling my finger out of her I grip her by the waist and turn her to face the mirror then slide my hands up to hers and place them flat on the glass.
Leaning into her ear, I whisper. ”Look at how beautiful you are while I fuck you.”
I knock my knee between her thighs to spread her open and thank all the gods for the squats I have to do for the team because it gives me the strength I need to get the right angle to slide my hard dick along her seam. So wet.
I grip her right thigh and raise it slightly so I can enter her a little easier. It earns me a muffled whimper and I smirk at her in the mirror.
I grit my teeth. The desire to rut into her is consuming but I slowly breach her center and slide into that hot wet sheath. Fucking hell. I press deeper, the heat of her gripping me tighter the deeper I go. Her knees are shaking now and I whisper.
”Fuck, you feel so good. Always so good.”
When I”m all the way inside her, my balls tucked against her round little ass, I press on her back, folding her forward enough to give me the angle I want. Her hands slide down the mirror, leaving fingerprints on the glass in a straight line.
I slowly ease out of her, watching my cock glisten in the low light of the room. Then I ease back inside, marveling in the way she clenches around me.
She murmurs something, and I grin, pulling her in tight and shoving her away, picking up a brutal pace. ”You like it when it hurts, don’t you? You want me to abuse your pussy, use her until there’s nothing left, until she’s swollen and full of my cum, don’t you?”
She mumbles something else, and I lose myself to the feel of her soft skin, the scent of her body, and the way she fucks back against me, slamming her body into mine.
”Nuh-uh, my pace,” I growl low.
She stills, and I reward her with a little strum on her clit that makes her knees knock together.
”You”ll come first. Then you’ll come again, and again until I’m satisfied.” I whisper then I pull her forward, and press her face against the glass, my cock slamming deep inside her touching her G-spot. She lets out a muffled scream which I’m unsure if it’s from pleasure or pain with how deep I am inside her.
I decide to see how far she lets me take it, knowing that if I’m really hurting her she’ll tell me to stop. I press my chest against her, and thrust up, watching as her eyes roll to the back of her head, her tiny toes curling into the carpet.
“Look at what you do to me, to us. Look at how perfectly imperfect we are, baby. How well you take my cock inside your pussy? My dirty girl. Fuck I’m going to fill all your holes with my come just so I can watch it drip out of you.”
She whimpers, clutching onto me with one hand while she presses her other hand to the mirror. Reaching around, I thumb her clit again, and she shatters, her muscles pulsing around my cock, making it hard for me to continue moving inside her. I grit my teeth until she finishes, her knees shaking, threatening to give out on her.
Gently, I ease out of her and tug her tight into me, then lift her and carry her over to the bed. ”I hope you don’t think that’s the end of it. I haven’t even filled you with my cum yet.”
I lay her on the edge of the mattress and shove the makeshift gag deeper into her mouth, then I spread her thighs and slam into her still slick and clenching pussy.
Her hips bow off the bed, and I swear she sucks me deeper. I set a brutal pace, sliding in and out of her, listening to the sounds our bodies make as we come together. I”m not ready for this to end yet so once again I grit my teeth and fuck her harder, faster. Her green eyes flash with lust, and hazy pleasure and her tiny nails sink into my thigh muscles.
When she shivers, shaking, so close to coming again I reach down and slap her clit hard. The second time she shatters around my cock, she muffles a scream into the gag, and I close my eyes so close to coming I see lights flashing behind my eyelids.
Not. Fucking. Yet.
I ease her down and pull out, my cock dripping with her juices and pre-cum, the streaks trail down the side of my cock. She reaches for me, and I grab her hips and roll her over onto her belly. Instantly, she lifts her hips, waiting, ready for me. I take a moment to pet her ass, running my hands over her curves, relearning the way she feels under me.
She wiggles back against me, and I slap her ass gently, not hard enough so it makes a noise, but enough that she whimpers again. So fucking cute.
When I can’t hold back any longer, I situate myself behind her, and I feed my cock back inside her. When she relaxes slightly, I slam inside her again, earning a grunt this time.
I”m not going to hold out much longer. I ease out of her tight heat and back inside, loving the way her body cups around mine. Like she is fucking made for me.
She mumbles something, and I reach up to tug the underwear out of her mouth. ”What”s that, Flower?”
”Please. You”re killing me,” she whispers.
I smile and lean forward to pull her against me, her back to my front. ”Then let me put you out of your misery.”
I clasp my hand over her lips and set a brutal pace as I fuck up inside her, using her body and gravity to chase my release.
A groan slips out of me, and I press my mouth to the curve of her shoulder and bite down to stifle my next groan, as I come hard, rutting deep inside her. She joins me with no prompting whatsoever, her trembling channeling sucking the life out of my balls. Milking me until my knees shake and I freeze, panting, waiting to come down from the edge.
I ease my hand away from her mouth, wet from her lips and the condensation of her breath.
She moans and her head falls forward. ”Please tell me you’re done. I don’t think I can take any more.”
I chuckle and gently lay her on the bed. She crawls up to the covers, her thighs slick and shiny with my cum.
“Not so fast…” I growl, this possessiveness taking root inside of my chest. She pauses and turns back to me. “Come here, place your ass on the edge of the bed, legs spread. I want to see the mess I made.”
I swear her cheeks have grown redder, but I’m not sure why she cares when she just let me fuck her against every object in her room. Following my instructions, she slowly eases her thighs apart, and I look down at her pretty cunt marked with my release.
I can’t help myself. Her clit is swollen, her pussy pink and raw from the brutal fucking I gave it. I look from her pussy and up to Bel’s face, noticing that she’s watching me with both awe and curiosity.
“I’ve made a mess of your pussy, but worse than that, my cum is leaking out of you and onto the floor. That’s not where it’s supposed to go, Flower. It needs to be inside you.”
I gather some of the cum up off the inside of her thigh and shove it back inside her. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she stifles a moan from the friction. All I can do is smile while I fuck the cum back into her pussy with two fingers, loving the slippery, slurping sounds her body makes as I force my essence back inside her.
“Keep it inside you. That’s where it belongs, because someday when I’m ready to share you I’ll stuff you to the brim with my cum, making certain you can’t escape pregnancy.”
“That sounds very psychotic,” she groans.
“Baby, I’m absolutly fucking crazy for you.” I whisper against her lips, and press those two fingers against her G-spot, while rubbing circles against her clit with my thumb. It takes literal seconds for her eyes to roll to the back of her head and her body to explode.
Once I’ve made her come a fourth time I press a soft kiss to her mound and crawl up onto the bed dragging her with me, my bruised ribs protesting the entire way.
Her brow furrows as she watches me. ”You”re staying?”
”For a little bit, yes. Until you’re asleep.”
She snuggles against me and when my own eyes start to grow heavy and I hear her soft snoring I ease out of the bed, head to the bathroom for a wet cloth, and return to her. She barely rouses when I clean her gently. I marvel at the fingerprint bruises on her hips, and the teeth marks I’ve left on her throat. Mine.
I clean myself, and then redress. Everything in me says to stay with her, but I know I can”t. Things aren”t settled with Sebastian and my knuckles can”t handle another fight tonight.
My lip burns and I brush my finger over the split skin. Then grab another cloth to clean my face up before I have to head out. No doubt I”m going to scare the ride app folks with the bruises already dotting my face.
I crouch next to the bed and brush the golden strands out of her face. ”Sleep well, Flower.”
Then I slip out through the window and head back to The Mill, leaving what I fear is my heart behind in that bed.