Shattered Girl (Emmy)

Chapter 160

We broke apart after the kiss, and then I was cupping his face in my hands. I smiled up at him, whispering, "I love you." "I love you too, beautiful." Drew grinned as he gripped my hand and began to massage it. " Strip, all of it off beautiful." With one last kiss, he stepped back from me and went to lean against the sofa, arms crossed as he watched me intently.

I kicked off my shoes before stripping down my jeans and soaked panties, and in the least sexy move ever, I wiggled out of them. I tugged off my shirt, and my nipples pebbled, thanks to the air conditioning. After unsnapping my bra, I turned to face Drew. He held out his hand for me, and I willingly embraced him. Turning me around, he began to loosen my braid, and I groaned as his fingers ran along my scalp. With my hair loose and spilling down my back, Drew slowly moved his fingers through my hair. The movement lulled me, and right as he stopped, music started playing quietly through the Bluetooth speakers.

Drew was still wearing clothes, and I wanted to pout, but he distracted me with a kiss on my neck. He ran his hand over my stomach and pulled me back against him, and he began to roll his hips. The feeling of him grinding against my ass was distracting, but I tried to roll my hips in time with his.

I groaned as he kissed my jaw and began cupping my breasts with his hands. He carefully pinched my nipples, teasing them. Then my head was turned, and our mouths fused. The kiss and the roll of our hips were amazing, but I wanted more. I reached behind me so I could run my hands over his thighs. It was an awkward angle, but the press of his hips against mine ground his hard dick against my ass.

The music vibrated through me as I unsnapped his jeans and tugged down the zipper. His heavy dick brushed against my fingers...

"Drew Peters," I whispered, both shocked and excited. "Are you going commando?"

"I wanted as little between us as possible, and trust me, my jeans were strangling my dick just fine; I think briefs would have killed me." He bit down on it. My lower lip, sucking on it as I stroked him. The heat of his dick and the silky soft skin filled me with temptation.

aching for me as he slid a hand gently up to my throat. There was still a bruise along my neck, and he carefully traced it with his lips. I

He bit down right

we were jumping straight into anal tonight. Then he was bending me slightly, and I let out a sigh as he ran his dick against my clit before sliding the head against my entrance. It was like he wanted to slick himself up with

hissing "fuck" as I squeezed his dick with my thighs as we kept

So I did, tightening my thighs as I continued to roll my hips

voice teased my senses. Then he was pushing forward. I couldn't breathe as he filled me, and then we were moving, still rolling our hips together. He pushed in and out fluidly, teasing me with each stroke, cupping

"Yes."

His arms kept me securely against him, and I let out a throaty moan. Oh, I was going to... "Drew, I need to come." Fuck did I need

the sofa, realizing Drew still had his clothes on. That thought drifted away, though, as his hands rested on my hips. Well, one of them did. The other was making its way downward, and he added his fingers, stroking and teasing my clit until

into me. I was coming again, and this time, I almost

of his release as he orgasmed and the harsh groan above me seemed like they were timed perfectly. I could feel him everywhere. I had my head on the back of the sofa when I opened my eyes. My breath came in quick pants while sweat slicked my

earlobe with his tongue as he softened, but I swore he was still half-hard and

a question

I pointed out, and he