48. Jules #3
He doesn’t take it slow this time. He suctions my clit into his mouth, almost like he’s punishing me for denying him.
I moan, my back arching off the bed and I grab his hair, practically riding his face.
He keeps his fingers buried deep inside me, massaging that sweet spot that makes my eyes roll into the back of my head.
My orgasm is so fast it takes me by surprise.
“Oh, fuck!” My pussy spasms around his fingers and I clamp my thighs together around his head. I hope he means it that he wouldn’t mind dying this way because I’m not sure he can breathe or that I care right now.
“Count,” Drew says.
My eyes flutter open and for a second, I’m confused what he means.
“Two,” I whisper when I remember.
“Next time you forget, I’m not going to let you come so quickly,” Drew says. “I want you to remember how quickly and eagerly you come for a man you don’t know.”
By the third one, my body feels limp. As the fourth orgasm rolls through me, I shout it out into the room, sobbing with mindless pleasure.
“You’re trying to kill me,” I say, my breaths coming hard and fast. My heart is racing, my body covered in a light sheen of sweat.
“I’m not letting you go anywhere.”
By the fifth, I’m dead. I’m sure of it. My soul is floating above my body watching Drew eating me out as my body shakes with the intensity of my orgasm.
“Drew, I can’t,” I whimper.
He must realize I mean it because he kisses his way up my body, starting with my clit. He pauses to suck the tip of one breast, then the other. Feeling his mouth gently suck on my tits must be some kind of sorcery because my sore pussy clenches, somehow wanting more.
His mouth trails up my neck and chest before he slants his it over mine. I moan into his mouth as I taste myself on his tongue. I manage to move my exhausted limbs and grab his arm. The kiss is slow and deep, mouths open, tongue sliding together and demanding more.
He’s keeping the weight of his body off mine mostly, but I can feel the head of his cock rubbing up against my clit. My hips thrust up of their own volition, trying to get more friction.
“Look at you,” Drew murmurs. “Breathless and exhausted but still wanting me to fuck you. Maybe I shouldn’t, though. You’ve already come so many times, I’m sure you’re completely satisfied. I’ll jerk off in the shower.”
“That’s quitter speak, and you’re not a quitter,” I say. “Come on, captain, fuck me like you need it more than your next breath.”
Drew pulls back and flips me over so I’m lying on my front. He pushes my leg out and raises my hips slightly to give himself easier access to me.
He enters me in one hard thrust and I gasp, my hands fisting around the bedsheets. I’ll never get over the feeling of him buried inside me. When he’s so far inside me it feels like he’s become a part of me.
“Is that better, beasty?” Drew whispers in my ear.
“So much better,” I say, moaning.
Drew hums, his chest vibrating against my back. “It’s all you want, isn’t it? My cock inside your tight little cunt, making you come harder than you ever have before.”
I look at him over my shoulder, meeting his darkened gaze behind heavy eyelids.
“It’s what you promised me,” I say.
“And I’m never going to have enough,” he says. “I want to mark every inch of you in ways no one will ever be able to erase. You’ll always be mine.”
I’m already his. In every way possible.
He pulls out of me slowly until only the very tip of his cock is inside me and slides back in just as slowly. I moan, low and throaty, my breaths growing shallow.
“You’re taking me so well,” Drew says, mouth pressed against my ear. He squeezes my hip. “Such a good, perfect girl.”
I close my eyes, feeling the slow drag and pull of his cock as the heat builds again in my lower belly. Drew traces his hand over my hip, along my stomach, cupping my breast. He rakes his teeth over my shoulder.
I’m so lost in the sensation of being surrounded by him that I don’t notice when his hand shifts away from my body. He pushes it between us and when something cold presses against my clit, only then do I realize he’s got my vibrator. He turns it on, sending an electric jolt of pleasure through me.
My pussy clenches around his cock painfully with the force of my unexpected orgasm. He continues to fuck me through it, leaving the vibrator pressed against my clit. One orgasm rolls into two and at this point, I have no control over my body.
“Drew!” I scream his name, my throat raw. My head falls forward, body curving in as waves of pleasure roll through me.
“That’s right, baby,” Drew growls, his voice low and dark. “Scream my name. I want everyone on this floor to hear who’s fucking you.”
“You’re a cruel man, Andrew Callahan,” I say weakly.
He presses his smile into my shoulder. “Only for you, Beasty.”
“It better be only for me.”
My body is completely limp, his to do with as he pleases.
“Do you want me to come inside you?”
“If you don’t, I’ll be offended and I might never let you.”
His thrusts grow faster and more erratic as he chases his well-deserved orgasm. The sound of his groan as he comes and the rumbling of his chest pressed against my back make me shiver in pleasure. I fall flat against the mattress with his body covering me and close my eyes.