Underestimated Too(24)

“Ride me,” Drew moaned, rolling to his back.

No problem. I loved doing that too. The lust in Drew’s eyes when he watched me slide up and down his cock was a major turn on for me. I loved watching the lustful expressions as I slid his hardness in and out of me.

“You’re always so fucking wet,” Drew rasped, watching his rock hard cock, disappearing, in and out of me. “Rub your pussy for me, Morgan.”

Moving my fingers between my legs, I instantly moaned at the quivering response from my clitoris. I wanted to come. My pussy wanted to come.

“Don’t come.”

Well, shit.

“Ugh, why do you do that?”

“I like to make you wait. Put it in your mouth, taste your pussy on my cock.”

“You taste my pussy,” I countered, liking the sound of that better than me tasting it.

“You can either move down, put it in your mouth, or I can flip you over and fuck your mouth. It’s your call.”

“Hmmm?” I teased, pretending to think about it.

“Too late,” Drew directed, flipping me off and coming to his feet beside the bed. Drew slid me to the edge so my head was just over the bed and moved his cock between my lips. Holy fucking hotness. I loved it when he did that. I loved seeing his rock hard body above me, forcing his dick in and out, to the back of my throat.

I moaned when Drew pulled my legs up and circled my throbbing clit, massaging my essences from the back to the front. Jesus, I needed to come, I was going to come.

“Keep sucking me,” Drew said, trying to move his head back into my mouth.

“I can’t. I can’t come when you’re in my mouth. Oh, Drew. Right there. Hmmm. Yes, yes, yes, I moaned, thrashing my head back and forth, coming at the hands of his tantalizing fingers, doing all the right things.

“I get to spank you now,” Drew boasted.

I flipped to my stomach giving him full access to my bare ass. Drew stayed above me, feet planted on the floor and slapped my ass, hard. I moaned when he rubbed away the sting, sliding his fingers between my pussy lips.

“You like it when I spank you, don’t you, Morgan?”

“Yes,” I agreed, taking another blow to my already hot skin.

This kind of foreplay drove me insane. Drew spanked me, fucked me from behind, teased my pussy with a purple vibrator, fucked me with my legs over my head, did crazy things with his mouth, fucked me with his finger, causing three quick squirts and a mess on my side of the bed, and finally finished. Drew dropped my legs, looked deep into my eyes and slowly, made love to me, bringing home the finale.

“I love you,” he whispered, kissing me softly between each word.

“I love you, too,” I replied, mimicking his moves and kissing him the way he had me, soft sweet kisses between each word.

“I’m about to plant my seed inside of you.”

“As long as we don’t grow another little Nicky, go ahead.”

“I wouldn’t mind another little Nicky.”

“You said it again.”

“Damn you. I did.”

“Drew.”

“Hmmm?”

“Ahhhhh,” I moaned, feeling the surge of the unexpected orgasm creep up. Drew followed, thrusting deep inside me, intensifying my own orgasm.

***



“I hate Thursdays. You do know that don’t you?” Drew whined, pulling into the parking spot at Deidra’s office. I ignored the comment. He whined about it every Thursday.

Deidra didn’t waste any time. She moved right in where we’d left off the week before.

“When was the last time Michael touched you?” she boldly asked.

“I don’t know. Nineteen, I guess, but I mostly just messed around with Valerie.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

Drew once again walked to the window. “Valerie was around a lot. I guess I was maybe seventeen the first time I’d touched her.” Drew laughed and shook his head. “You have anything to drink here?” he asked Deidra.

“Yes, what would you like, caffeine or alcohol?”

“Alcohol.”

Deidra poured Drew a glass of vodka.

He swallowed a nice gulp and shuttered as it burned going down. “My mother had gone out of town for a fashion show. I was sitting in Michael’s office going over some numbers when he came in to get me, stating, ‘Come on, we’re going to play tonight.’ And he showed me a wicked smile. I was instantly panicked, thinking the worse. I was afraid Michael was going to expect me to do more. He was expecting me to do more, just not with him. Valerie was fucking beautiful, the kind of woman men pay big money for,” Drew explained.

I shifted on the sofa, uncomfortable about him calling someone else beautiful.