“I’m calling the shots. I’ll decide when I need to stop. You’re in for a very long night, love.” And just like that, Drew was on his feet and gone. Damn it.
“You’re daddy drives me crazy,” I cooed to Nicky.
“I heard that,” Drew called before I heard the door shut.
Nicky and I read The Lost Teddy Bear while rocking in his room. Nicholas didn’t make it to find out where the little boy had lost it. He was out after three pages. I kissed him lightly and laid him in his crib.
Closing the door, I stopped, seeing Drew leaning against the wall, ankles crossed with a steel gaze. Jesus. This was going to be a long night. He was playing with me. He was the cat and I was the mouse.
“Come here,” he demanded.
“I can’t. You’re driving me crazy.”
“Why?” he asked, taking one step, closing the distance between us. Drew didn’t give me time to answer before he was shoving his tongue halfway down my throat. We stood in the hall, making out while his warm hands fondled my back and ribs. I moaned in his mouth, dropped my head for his lips to find my neck and breathed crazy, erratic breaths.
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you, Morgan?”
“Yes,” I panted. , yes.
“Is your pussy wet?”
“I’m sure of it.”
“Jesus, Morgan. You have no idea what you do to me, how much I want you, and how much I fucking love you. You can never do what you did last night again. Do you understand me?”
I would have told the man anything he wanted to hear at that moment. I would have followed him through the gates of hell, drove his getaway car, kissed his feet, I was that into this man. The logical part of my brain stopped working— well, a long time ago—but more so as the tormenting evening continued. I loved my mom and my little sister, but I really just wanted to be alone with my husband.
“Yes, Drew. I won’t,” I promised.
I did forget about my night with Drew for a while when I started playing the video game with Caroline. I loved that kid, although she did kick my ass in tennis, bowling, and even Sponge Bog. We all laughed extremely hard when we danced to Zumba. Even Drew was laughing. That was a good sign, I hoped. It was nearly eleven before Drew dismissed himself to shower and I followed not long after.
I stopped, dead in my tracks upon entering our room. Drew was naked, stroking himself on our bed. My eyes moved from his pumping hand to his glacial eyes.
“You like what you see?” he asked with a cold edgy tone. My mouth suddenly went dry. I knew the attitude; it excited and scared me at the same time. “I asked you a question.”
“Yes,” I replied, reverting my eyes back to his rock hard cock in his hand. I most certainly liked what I saw. I’d been thinking about it all day.
“Good, take your clothes off.”
Undressing, I stood naked, waiting for instructions.
“Let me see your pussy.”
“Where?” I asked, not understanding his half ass directions. This was going to be a long night. Drew wanted to play.
“Did I say to go anywhere? Right there. Spread your pussy lips and show me your pussy.”
“Stop,” Drew said in a sultry tone when I spread myself, running my fingers up my throbbing clit. “Did I say you could touch it? I said spread your lips and show me. I didn’t say a word about touching it, did I?”
“DID I?” he said more forcefully.
“No,” I answered, standing in front of him, spreading myself and halting all movement. Damn it. He was touching himself. And oh, did I like the show.
Drew nodded towards his rock hard cock. This wasn’t my first play date with Drew. I knew what it meant. I went to him, and started to lean over, placing his cock in my mouth. Drew stopped me by holding a fist full of hair.
“You want that in your mouth?”
“Hmm. Mmm,” I moaned. I did want it in my mouth.
“Get on your knees where you belong. You’re going to learn that there is one leader in this relationship. Who is it Morgan,” Drew asked as I dropped to my knees.
“You, Drew.”
“And when are you going to leave this house without asking again?” Drew asked as he coated my lips with pre-come still holding my hair.
“Never,” I submissively replied, tasting his sweet and salty liquid.
“That’s right. If you want to go to a bar it’ll be with me. Understood?”
I moaned, trying to say yes as Drew cut me off, shoving his dick to the back of my throat. We continued this for some time until Drew was getting too close. He wasn’t going to finish that quick. I knew it.
“I need you to bend over the bed, Morgan,” Drew requested in an almost desperate tone. I did as I was told, keeping my feet planted on the floor.