Hothead by Stella Rhys

23

DREW

Clearly, she didn’t realize that I specialized in punishment.

Then again, no one really gave me credit for that.

They liked to think of me as reckless. Impulsive. Thoroughly lacking in self-control. They saw the fights, the temper. The times I mouthed off to the umps and got my ass fined five figures in one shot. They took one look at the partying, the late nights at clubs, and they decided that was all they needed to sum up Drew Maddox.

It was like I’d become the best pitcher in baseball by pure coincidence. Like it didn’t take seventeen years of practicing patience, grit and discipline, to the point that I started to like when I was sore and aching, in physical pain.

Because that meant I’d worked for it.

“I swear I hate you, Drew,” Evie panted as she stayed right where I’d left her – bent over the back of the couch in just her strappy little heels.

“You don’t.”

I took a swig of water as I closed the refrigerator door, soaking in the sight of her gleaming wet pussy and thoroughly spanked ass from the kitchen. There was nothing about this view that wasn’t perfect, from her ripped black panties on the floor to her long hair cascading down between her shoulder blades, settling in that sexy curve of her back.

For the past twenty minutes, I’d switched between spanking and finger-fucking her, and now she was waiting there somewhere between helpless and patient as I took a water break. But she gasped the second she heard the tiny scrape of me grabbing the condom off the kitchen counter and crossing back to the living room.

“Yes, yes, Drew, please...”

Even when she was done begging with her words, she begged me with the sexiest, breathiest cross between a moan and a whimper. It made my dick twitch in my hand as I positioned myself behind her again, smirking as she made coy eye contact over her shoulder. She bit her lip as she watched me tear the wrapper with my teeth, tossing it onto the ground and stretching the rubber over my shaft.

“Hurry,” she begged.

But I didn’t. I took a second to admire how perfectly spread she was for me as I propped her knee up on the couch.

Then with two handfuls of her ass, I drove my cock deep inside her.

“Drew!”

She cried out in shock as I rolled my head back and groaned, immediately lost in how fucking tight her pussy squeezed around me. I growled as I slammed through every clench of her walls around me, filling my hands with her tits and holding nothing back.

“Does that feel good, baby?” I rasped though I already knew the answer since she only stopped moaning to turn and kiss me. “‘Cause I’m in fucking heaven right now,” I muttered almost to myself. “I swear to God, I am.”

Aside from having my cock buried inside her, I had Evie’s tight ass pressed up against me, her shaking tits in my hands and my tongue in her mouth.

It was unreal. Gratification like I’d felt before. There were no words to describe the sensation of finally having every part of her body in my possession. I hadn’t known her for even a month, but somehow it felt like I’d waited years to feel exactly this.

I was beyond content already.

I was convinced it couldn’t get better, but once her pussy was perfectly stretched around me, she started moving her hips, meeting me halfway on each thrust till I was just goddamned standing there in awe as I watched her ride backwards on my cock.

“Jesus, Evie,” I hissed with both hands thrust in my hair. “You gotta be fucking kidding me with that pussy.”

I lost track of time watching her. I didn’t know how long I stood there hypnotized by her working those hips, bouncing that ass and covering my cock from root to tip with her sopping wetness. All I knew was that I couldn’t look away. I didn’t know she had this in her and at the same time, I wasn’t really surprised. She was innocent and fiery all in one breath. She gasped at my size a second before begging me to fuck her harder, so there was no guessing with her. Not that I was trying to figure anything out.

I was too busy enjoying this more than anything in the goddamned world, and I hadn’t even heard her come yet.

“Turn around,” I growled when I felt myself getting close.

I’d barely slid my dick out of her before slamming back in, wrapping her legs around my hips and squeezing her ass as I carried her to the couch. I didn’t slip an inch from her slick grip as I lay her down, hugging her leg to my side and grinding deep inside her till she went completely quiet.

But I saw her trembling lip and I felt her nails in my back. I read the look in her big eyes as she nodded breathlessly, and even if it weren’t for the nonstop spasms of her pussy around me, I’d have known she was seconds away from giving me the sexiest sounds I’d ever heard.

“Go on. Come for me, baby,” I breathed out, my own body tingling, numb from the pressure of holding out. I knew the second she came, she’d take me with her.

And she did exactly that.

All I needed was the first second of her blissful moan to shoot off like a fucking cannon inside her. My mind went instantly vacant, but as her walls shuddered around me, I drew on every last ounce of energy in my body – thrusting inside her, still fucking her senseless as we soared and fell together.