Pleasure was racing through me faster than I could process.
“You taste like heaven,” he groaned against my core, the vibration making me cry out. “So sweet. So fucking wet for me.” He slid two fingers inside me, crooking them against that spot that made my vision blur. “That’s it. Take my fingers like the greedy girl I know you are.” His thumb pressed hard circles on my clit while his fingers pumped. “Gonna make you come so hard you forget your own name.”
I was already close, urgency clawing at me, my hips rocking against his face. “Drew… I’m?—”
“Come.” The command was guttural, absolute. “Now, Harper. Let me feel you.”
As if that simple command controlled my body, I shattered, screaming his name as my orgasm ripped through me. He didn’t stop, licking me through the convulsions and swallowing every drop as I trembled against him. When the last tremor subsided, he pressed a soft kiss to my oversensitive clit, making me whimper.
“One,” he murmured against my thigh, nipping the tender skin. “How many can I get tonight?” Before I could recover, his mouth was on me again, sucking my clit between his lips while his fingers worked deep inside me. “I think we should find out.”
A moan escaped as I tried desperately to catch my breath. How was it possible for one orgasm to wreck a person so thoroughly?
He rubbed against a spot that had my thighs trembling again and he hummed deep in his throat. “So responsive. Love how you pulse around my fingers.” He added a third finger, stretching me deliciously. “Gonna fill you up so good. This pussy was made for my cock.”
I didn’t know what was happening to me, but it felt like all my nerve endings were going haywire.
“Too much—” I gasped, but my body arched into his touch, betraying me.
“Not enough,” he corrected, his tongue flicking rapidly against my clit. “You can take more. Gonna make you come again. Right. Fucking. Now.” He sucked hard, fingers curling just right, and another orgasm crashed over me—sharper, brighter, tearing a ragged sob from my throat. God, it had never felt this good before.
He gentled his touch, lapping softly as I trembled. “Beautiful,” he breathed, kissing my inner thigh. “So fucking beautiful when you fall apart for me.” He rose, his cock hard and leaking against my stomach. “Think you can give me one more? I’m dying to feel you come on my cock again.”
“Then quit talking and fuck me like you mean it.”
He groaned, the sound rough and hungry, as he quickly put on a condom and then drove into me. He pushed inside in one smooth, deep thrust that stole my breath.
“Fuck me, you feel so good,” he growled, hips snapping forward, burying himself to the hilt. “Never been this good.” He dropped down, his mouth meeting mine in a kiss that felt like a claiming. “Made for me,” he groaned against my lips before he pulled almost all the way out. He slammed back in, making me cry out. I’d never had anyone fuck me as rough as Drew sometimes did, like he was feral and could only be satisfied if we were bound together. I’d never even considered that I might like sex like this, but it turned out I loved it.
“That’s it. Take me. All of me.”
He hooked my legs over his shoulders, changing the angle, hitting impossibly deeper. “Look at me,” he commanded, his hazel eyes burning into mine. “Want to watch you when you come on my cock again.”
His thrusts were relentless, driving into me with a force that had the headboard banging against the wall. I was already climbing again, the friction against my swollen clit, the stretch of him inside me, the hungry possession in his gaze—it was too much, and yet not enough at the same time.
I craved being consumed by him.
He tipped his head back, letting out a deep growl. “Fuck, Harper. I can feel your pussy fluttering—fuck, give it to me. Come for me.”
It wasn’t a demand, it was a plea, and I couldn’t deny him even if I wanted to. I screamed as the third orgasm tore through me, my inner walls clamping down on him in rhythmic pulses. He roared, his thrusts turning erratic as he followed me over the edge. He collapsed over me, his forehead pressed to mine as we gasped for air.
“Three,” he murmured, kissing me roughly. “And I’m not even close to done with you.”
I woke to the feeling of Drew’s lips pressing soft kisses along my shoulder blade, his stubble scratching deliciously against my skin. Morning light filtered through my blinds, casting warm stripes across the rumpled sheets that barely covered our naked bodies.
“Mmm,” I hummed, stretching languidly as his arm tightened around my waist. “What time is it?”
“Early,” he rasped, his voice thick with sleep yet edged with a hunger that hadn’t dimmed overnight. His lips found the sensitive spot behind my ear. “Ava doesn’t expect me for Rory until ten.” His hand slid down my stomach, fingertips grazing the top of my thigh. “We have hours.”
There was something different about the way he looked at me this morning—like he was memorizing every detail. His fingers traced the curve of my cheek with a reverence that made my breath catch.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”
“I can’t believe you’re mine either,” I admitted, running my fingers through his disheveled hair. “My boyfriend.”
The word felt laughably inadequate for the fire he lit inside me.
He grinned at that, boyish and proud. “Your boyfriend who gets to wake up next to you.” His hand skimmed down my side, his eyes darkening with hunger. “Your boyfriend who knows exactly how to make you fall apart.”
