24: Smutty Mcsmutty
Here you are, you filthy animals.
Please only read this is you are ok with VERY MATURE scenes of a sexual nature.
(It does not take away from the main book so you can read it without this.)
These two characters have waited SO long for this. ❤🔥
I'd barely been able to take my mouth from hers to breathe, let alone get out of the taxi. Somehow we made it to the door of the lodge, safe in the knowledge everyone was at the party.
I pressed her against the door, my fingers pushing her dress up around her waist. She was gasping everytime I touched her now, and I knew she didn't want me to delay.
But I'd waited too long to rush this. I'd kissed many women before, but nothing quite like this. Her mouth was hot, demanding my tongue on hers as we kissed. We fought for dominance,my fingers lacing with hers as I slammed them against the door above her head.
"I don't do foreplay, just fuck me," she gasped as I arched a brow. These British girls knew what they wanted, and weren't afraid to say it.
"I don't want to just fuck you." I said simply, sliding the straps down gently on her dress. Her breathing hitched as she shrugged out of the dress, revealing her incredible curves. I folded the dress carefully, hanging it over a chair as I leaned back against the counter, studying her.
Her hips were tiny, but her waist was thick. Her breasts were large and full, her legs slender and long. She seemed insecure, wrapping her arms around her body as though to cover it from me.
"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" I asked calmly, as I began to unbutton my shirt. She walked over to me, pushing my hands away as she took over.
I tugged my shirt off, as I watched her drink in my body. Seeing the desire in her eyes was enough to make me rock hard. I grabbed her hand, leading the way to the bedroom as I allowed her to push me down onto the bed. She unhooked her bra, her breasts spilling out, making me swear with lust. She pushed her hand into her underwear, watching me as she pulled it out, sucking on her finger.
"I'm wet," she said simply, as my mouth fell open.
I ripped at my trousers as I turned her over, my fingers hooking in her underwear as I trailed them down over her legs.
"I need a condom, one minute." I reached into my duffel bag, until I touched the familiar packet. She was arching her back with her fingers on her clit, moaning and bucking as I watched in awe. I slid the condom on, climbing above her as I began to pump myself against her clit. She wrapped her legs around me as she lifted up to kiss me, allowing my cock to press against the entrance of her core. Without warning, she slammed down on me, making me sink my teeth into my lip.
How was she so tight, yet so wet? Our bodies were moving without instruction, as I fucked her mercilessly. She dug her nails into my back as she moaned my name, my thumb massaging her clit as she began to swear.
I had never been with someone so demanding; it was fucking hot. Our mouths met as her teeth bit into my lip, her hand dragging at my hair as I slammed into her, my thumb finally pressing against her clit as she began to shudder and buck beneath me
"Yes, I'm coming, oh god, Drake!"
That voice, that accent...I felt like I was almost seeing stars when I exploded into the condom, so hard I began to panic the fucking thing had ripped.
I was drenched in sweat, and as she gazed up at me, lifting onto her elbows, she spoke.
"What the fuck in all that was holy, was that?"