“Drew, please.” That breathless plea fell from my lips so many times I wasn’t sure what I was asking for. Except… more.
He grinned. “I love to hear you beg,” he groaned as his finger slid down my pussy, teasing my plump folds until my hips bucked up to meet his touch.
I pushed my hips up, letting out a long, low moan when his fingers grazed my clit. “Yes,” I shouted when I finally got what I needed. “Fuck,” I grumbled when his touch left my pussy. “Don’t. Tease.”
“But teasing you is so much fucking fun.” Then he gave me what I wanted, sliding one longer finger deep and crooking perfectly. “You like that,” he grinned, pulling his finger from my body and sticking it right in his mouth. “Fuck, yeah.”
It was so dirty. So fucking filthy and I loved it. “More,” I begged.
Drew leaned in and kissed me again, this time it was slow yet intense and I responded the only way I could, with needy flicks of my tongue. I arched into his big body, shivering when my nipples brushed against the harsh scrape of hair on his chest. “Fuck,” he groaned against my lips.
“More, Drew. I need all of you. Want all of you.”
Those were, apparently, the magic words because he sat back on his knees and pushed my thighs apart. Heat flared in his eyes at the way my pussy pulsed under his gaze. Every second his gaze lingered made my pussy wetter.
He smiled. “So pink and sweet and so fucking wet.” He took his cock in hand, stroking it roughly before he was perched at my opening. “Want it?”
I nodded eagerly. “Fuck yes.”
He thrust hard and deep, sliding balls deep in one, long move. “Fuck,” he growled, his fingertips pressed so firmly in my thighs I knew there would be bruises on my skin and I didn’t give a fuck. I wanted him to mark me. I wanted this fierce, rough fuck because we both needed it. “Macy, babe.”
“Don’t. Stop.” I begged him to keep going. To fuck me harder. Deeper. “Please, Drew.”
He thrust harder the more I begged, which was hot as hell, and the harder he fucked me, the harder I wanted it. The way he pounded into me was life-changing, but the look in his eyes? It was so intoxicating I knew there was no turning back.
Never in my life had I given my body up to be used like this, but I didn’t feel used. I felt… useful. I wanted Drew to fuck me howheneeded to. To fuck away the demons he had to fight for me. And it was so hot, I felt wild and out of control. “Oh fuck… just like… that. Oh god, yeah… like… that.” The last word broke on a loud sob.
He hammered into me, quick and frantic, like his body was leading the charge rather than his brain. “So fucking good,”he whisper-growled, leaning forward so the angle changed with every thrust. “Perfect.”
My whole body felt like it was on fire. Every nerve ending tingled as the orgasm started in my toes, but unlike usual, it wasn’t a slow crawl. It shot up my body like a rocket, exploding out of me on a loud, sharp cry. “Oh, fuck yes!” My pussy squeezed tight around his cock, the force of my orgasm so strong I felt every vein as his cock pumped into me.
“Mace,” he roared as his own orgasm ripped from his body. With his head thrown back and his neck muscles on full display, he looked like some gorgeous dark angel caught in agonizing bliss. “Oh fuck!” he gasped and collapsed on top of me, his body slick with sweat, his breaths came out in harsh pants.
“Wow,” I laughed on a deep exhale. “That was kind of insane.”
He chuckled against me, the sound rich and deep as it vibrated through me. “Kind of?” He rolled over, carefully separating our bodies even though he pulled me with him. “That was completely fucking insane. And hot. So fucking hot.”
I smiled because he was right. “Careful, Drew. That kind of sex feels addictive.”
His arm tightened around me. “Good. Now you know there’s only one place to get your fix.”
That was for fucking sure. I rested my head on his chest, enjoying the heavy feel of his arm around me. Something felt… different. Safe and settled. I couldn’t quite explain it, even to myself, except that I felt as if I’d been torn apart into a million pieces and then put back together again. Not perfect and not fixed, but healing.
A work in progress.
Not quite, but almost whole.
Peace settled around not just me, but the whole room.
It was so nice. So quiet. I hated to break the peace, but I had to. “Did you get anything from Halloran?”
I felt him shake his head while his fingers absently traced circles along my spine. “Nope. But I’m sure we will.”
My throat tightened at all the details contained in that one vague statement. “Are you okay?” I hesitated, then pushed on. “I mean, with everything you had to do. Areyouall right?” I looked up because I needed to see his face when he answered me.
He pulled me closer. “I’m great. Pissed he didn’t give me answers right away, but also not all that pissed.”
I studied his handsome face.
