“Tell me more,” he ushered her to continue.
She rolled over and on to her stomach and the sheet barely draped over the globes of her ass, exposing her full back to him. Tucking both hands under her chin, she told Drake some of the details of the book she was working on. Before she finished the first sentence, he pulled the sheet from her, exposing her entire body to him. His hand continued to touch her everywhere.
Meg stopped talking for a brief moment, her eyes connected with his before she continued. “I’m still working on it. Whenever I have spare time, I write,” she whispered softly. His touch was driving her crazy now. Her body needed him, and after the deep conversation they shared, her mind was also seeking his affection.
“What is the book about?” His tone grew playful and seductive, he reached over and kissed her on the corner of her mouth and scraped his teeth against her jaw.
“Umm, that feels amazing, don’t stop,” she said before continuing. “It’s about a troubled young woman with a dark past. The book is centered on her. She was, more or less, broken to begin with and then as the story unfolds, the reader will see her strength for what it is as she manages to heal and move forward in her life.”
With a concerned look, he stopped kissing her. Everything went quiet between them, too quiet. “Sounds pretty deep, is it based on a true story?”
She frowned back at him. “No, it’s fiction.” She lied.
He let out a deep breath. “Good, for a moment there, I thought, ahh, it was a silly thought, forget it.” His index finger trailed down the center of her back and wandered downward settling between her thighs. Two fingers delved their way inside and with a wide sexy grin, his voice grew instantly heated, “You are so wet for me, Meggie Malone.”
“Mmm, always Drake, I’m always wet for you.” she responded. Despite her shyness, her lips curled upward in a sexy smile.
It didn’t take long before he crawled over her back, with most of his weight held up by both hands he parted her legs with his knee, the head of his erection stroked against her wetness. “You feel so good like this, no barriers. Hold on, don’t move an inch.” Begrudgingly, he reached over to the nightstand, and Meg heard the sound of a foil packet rip open. “I can’t wait, Meggie. I need to be inside of you.” Before he finished the words, he nuzzled her ear and seated himself deep inside her with one long hard stroke.”
In this position, Drake completely filled her, reaching to the very depth of her womb. Slowly, he pulled back. Meg arched her back and pushed back on his erection, wanting to be filled by him again. She took him deeper. She took him deep inside where he filled her over and over again.
He dug his fingers into her outer thighs and pulled her up to sit on all fours. His hand reached around and found the tight bundle of nerves aching for his touch and he stroked her clit vigorously while pounding into her from behind. Their moans interrupted the quietness of the room. “I’m almost there, Drake, harder, deeper, please,” she begged. He gripped her outer thighs in a tight hold and pounded into her. Meg felt the familiar warmth make its way through her lower region. The undeniable climax quickly built from within, breaking down her walls and any emotional barriers she felt. She tightened her tummy and let the release take her. Her pussy clenched and pulsated around his erection. He picked up the pace and continued to pound into her harder, the sound of his thighs smacking against her bare bottom filled the silence of the room. A low grunt made its way to her ears, and she felt his heavy weight collapse on top of her. Drake enveloped her into his embrace and continued to push his way inside until he softened. Once he pulled out, he quickly discarded the condom and rolled over on his side before pulling her into his chest. He held her and wrapped his big strong arms around her and then closed his eyes.
It didn’t take long for him to crash and burn into the mattress. Meg listened to the rhythm of his soft breath as it evened out and he fell into a deep sleep. After a night of love making, Meg lost count somewhere along the way and was left feeling sore and exhausted. It was already four in the morning; a soft light drifted in through the window putting Meg at ease. She rolled over to look at him, her eyes grew heavy and she reached up to touch his face. He was beautiful and looked so peaceful. His features took on a warm softness. Meg slowly moved off the bed being careful not to wake him. She grabbed her phone, took two pictures, and put the phone on the nightstand. She settled in to the sheets and watched him until her eyes grew heavy. She moved closer and snuggled up against his hard muscled chest with her ear against his heart. The steady beat was soothing, and she finally drifted off to sleep.
They both slept in until just before noon. Meg’s leg was nestled between his thighs and his hand rested on her waist. Only the thin white sheet covered their nudity. With her eyes closed, she lay there for a little while longer, thinking how wonderful this man was and how lucky she was to be here with him. He was patient and gentle yet demanding at the right times. He asserted his masculinity in the most sinful ways. Meg never felt so intoxicated by a man in her life.
She struggled to get out of his hold, Drake stirred awake and took her hand in his just as she was about to stand up. “Where are you going so fast? Let’s take a shower together,” he suggested in a sleepy voice. She couldn’t help but smirk at him. “Don’t worry, Meggie, just a shower. I’m guessing you’re pretty sore by now?”
“Yeah, I am a little, but it’s a good kind of sore, if that makes any sense.” She felt her face flush slightly. “Let me use the washroom and I’ll turn on the shower while I’m in there, I have to pee really badly,” she said, a little embarrassed.
He pulled her down to meet his lips and then stood up and lifted her; he carried her in to the washroom. “I’ll be back as soon as I hear the shower on,” he said and left her there to do her business.
The shower head started up and Drake stepped in to join her right away. He held her under the shower head and grabbed the shampoo. He poured a little into the palm of his hand and washed the long strands of her thick dark hair. He massaged her scalp masterfully with his hands and then moved downward over her breasts where he squeezed a little. He took his time and soaped her up, touching her everywhere, playing close attention to her most intimate parts. Meg’s body reacted instantly to his touch and there was no way she could miss his erection.
After rinsing the soap from her body, he turned her toward the wall at the other end, away from the spraying water. Meg turned back and watched the water glide over every muscle of his glorious body. He was a sight to behold, and she couldn’t think of a word that could possibly describe his beauty. He’s perfect.
“You know, this is a treat for me, Meggie. You’re beautiful, so perfect,” he says. “Your body tenses up at my touch, making me wild for you all over again. Seeing you like this is taking every ounce of my control not to bend you over and fuck you against the wall.” His voice was strained, and Meg wanted to be filled by him. She no longer cared that she was sore, she wanted him. Her breath hitched at the visual he gave her.
“You’re addictive, Meggie,” he gently yanked her hair and her head arched back enough for their lips to meet. His lips pressed into hers and his tongue slipped inside, teasing her mouth just before he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and gently bit down. They broke away just long enough to pull air into their lungs before their lips reconnected and his hands moved down to cup her breasts. He squeezed hard and continued to devour her mouth. Meg let out a soft moan at the strategic way he worked her breasts. There was no mistaking the raw hunger between them. He liked it a little rough. His dark passion possessed her and pushed boundaries Meg never knew existed until now.
Drake released his hold on her and moved her directly under the shower head. Water flowed down over her perfect body; the look was hot and driving him wild. It took everything inside to restrain himself from bending her over and taking her right there. His hands wandered over every crevice of her body while he helped wash away the soap and shampoo. He picked up the conditioner and
applied it to her hair and gently massaged her scalp. His erection dug into her abdomen, and Meg reached down and fisted him. She slowly worked her hand over his shaft, teasing him. She wanted him in the worst way.
Meg looked up to eyes that were now black in color and completely fixated on her. “Don’t look at me like that,” he warned. “I don’t have a condom here, Meggie, but you can rest assured, I’ll be getting my fill of you in the next forty-eight hours that we’re alone together.”
Meg turned and gently pushed him directly under the shower head. “Stand under the water, it’s my turn,” she ordered. She tilted the shower head upward, the water sprinkled down his head and washed over his handsome face and down his body. She proceeded to perform the same ritual on him as he did her. She soaped his body starting at his shoulders and moving downward. Face to face with his erection, she licked her lips and the bar of soap slid from her hands with a loud clunk on the floor of the tub. The sound echoed through the shower walls. Meg looked up; the water almost blinded her but she didn’t care, he was looking straight at her, hot as hell. Her heart sped up and Meg surged forward. She wrapped her tiny fingers around the base of his shaft and covered the dark plum head with her mouth. Her name was followed by a low moan “Christ, Meggie, what you do to me.” He grabbed her head with both hands, gripped her firmly and set the pace, the way he liked it. Meg liked that about him. He wasn’t hurting her in any way. He was simply taking what he wanted and she wanted it that way. She quickly became familiar with his body and how he reacted to her touch. She familiarized herself with what his needs were and how he liked it. Meg fisted him in a tight hold, her hand glided up and down the length of him, followed by her mouth. She licked, sucked, and kissed him. Meg was weak at the knees in the act alone and took her own pleasure in his reaction.
His balls tightened followed by a hard groan, his legs shook and almost gave out from beneath him. He held himself up with both hands against the wall on either side and Meg watched in satisfaction as he threw his head back. Hot semen shot its way down her hungry throat, the husky taste of a man mixed with salt was overwhelming to her senses. His cock pulsated in her mouth and she hastily lapped up the liquid, swirled her tongue around the head of his softening erection and captured every last drop of him before letting go. He shivered against her, a clear sign that he was completely satisfied, and Meg felt contentment sweep over her.
Chapter 4
“Hey, listen, I mentioned earlier that I intend to spend the next forty-eight hours with you, so I guess I should ask you if you’re free. I was hoping that we could spend some time together. Maybe go out and do some sightseeing, then come back here, have a repeat performance of last night,” he said, wriggling his eyebrows and drinking in her naked form. In the short time she’d spent with Drake Noble, her body learned to react instantly. Her nipples formed into tight hard peaks and captured his attention, his eyes fixated on that one area before moving upward to meet her eyes.
Meg was left breathless after the way he ate her up with his gaze. She cleared her throat. “I’d love to,” she replied trying to regain her composure. “I’m not sure about going out, though. I mean, I came here in my work clothes. I have nothing extra to wear. I don’t even have a clean pair of panties. Maybe we can quickly swing by my place?” His eyes glimmered with mischief and he leveled her with his smile. “You won’t need panties around me.”
Meg felt the welcoming pull of desire and the soft echo from the depths of her womb. How does he do that? Her tongue glided over the smoothness of her front teeth, appreciating the fresh taste of toothpaste. “Thank you, by the way, for letting me use your toothbrush.”
“Anytime,” he smiled. “Now stay here, go ahead and dry your hair and whatever else it is you ladies do in the washroom for hours. I’ll go make us some coffee,” he said followed by a soft kiss to her temple. His hand caressed down her side and lingered at her hip for a few seconds before he let go and turned to leave. Meg stood back and took in the beauty of his masculinity; firm muscles tightened his buttocks, flexing with his every step. God, the man was built for a woman’s pleasure, and right now, I want nothing more than to climb up that hot body of yours, Mr. Noble.
After drooling over him as she watched him walk away, she took a long look at herself in the mirror and was pleased with her reflection. She found herself staring back at a woman. She was no longer the eighteen-year-old girl that was brutally raped, no longer the timid young woman that monster left behind in his wake, no longer the young naïve teenager that was hopelessly in love with a boy she couldn’t have. She had to look twice before getting back to fixing her hair. Despite the fact that her eyes had formed dark circles from lack of sleep, Meg felt alive for the first time and nothing or no one could take away the sheer joy and contentment she felt right at this very moment. Smiling at her reflection, she silently thanked Drake for replacing a horrible memory and for freeing a large part of her soul.
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Meg eyed her clothes on the floor and reluctantly got dressed. She met Drake who was standing at the bedroom door. He handed her a coffee and demanded she get undressed again.
“What do you mean get undressed?” Not that she would protest, she could stay naked with him twenty-four/ seven. But she was feeling a little sore from an entire night of hot sex and she wasn’t sure she could handle him again right at this very moment. But he was worth it. She didn’t mind a little discomfort, at least not with him. He would take his time preparing her. Making sure she was wet and ready before he shoved himself hard inside of her.
“I have something for you so you can either get undressed or I would be happy to undress you myself,” he said with a dare. And there was that wicked smile outlining those oh so perfect lips. He took his sweet time and walked toward the bed. That’s when Meg noticed the bags in his other hand. He threw them on the bed and proceeded to pull out item after item of clothing from the boxes he withdrew from the bags. Carefully, he laid out each outfit across the bed. Every item was delicate, and from what she knew from her previous experience, most likely very expensive. He carefully matched the outfits before turning his attention back to her.
Meg’s mouth fell open in surprise and protest. “I had the front desk connect me with a boutique across the street. I explained we had very little time to get ready and provided her with your size and she said she would take care of the rest. I asked them to deliver everything within the hour, so I hope you find a few things here that you like. It was a bit of a rush, I’m afraid. The sales clerk was nice enough to send over a few bras as well, but I told her you wouldn’t need any panties. So here you are,” he said and stood back for her to take a look. “You now have enough clothes for at least four days. I even had them send over this business suit for you to wear to work on Monday,” and he held it up for her to see.
“Drake, you shouldn’t have. I don’t know what to say. I mean, we could have dropped by my place for me to pick up a few items. It wasn’t necessary for you to go through all this trouble. I feel bad. This is such a waste of money.”
Displeasure quickly etched across his face just before he responded and his brow formed a solid line. “Why would you feel bad? I stole you away for the weekend, remember? So that makes you my responsibility. Give me at least this, Meggie. For this one weekend, our first time together, let me take care of you. That means feed you,” he continued as he towered over her and dug his fingers into her waist. He lowered his lips to hers and gently kissed the corner of her mouth, “Clothe you,” he kissed the other corner, “And more importantly,” he added, but this time he full on kissed her, his tongue slipped past her lips and he possessed her mouth. “Keep you fully satisfied.” His eyes grew dark, just like they did whenever they were this close or sharing any form of intimacy. Meg wanted to strip down to nothing and jump in his arms. Why are you so damn sexy? “As for this being a waste of money, I think I have enough to spare. I’ll leave you to it,” he said, just before he patted her behind and walked away.
Meg stood there, breathless. Damn it! Although his intentions were good, she wasn’t used to having anyone pamper her this way. She rolled her eyes at the amount of money he must have spent. He was adamant that she take the clothes and a little perturbed at her for suggesting it was a waste of money. Meg decided it was for the best not to challenge him right now. She was enjoying his company far too much to put a damper on things. Not to mention, the outfits were extremely beautiful. She eyed the items wearily and yelled “Thank you,” so he could hear. This is crazy; thoughtful but crazy.
Hurriedly, she dressed in a black casual sundress, with no panties and it didn’t require a bra which was fine by her. Having Drake’s hands wander over her body at any time was a welcoming idea. She met him in the kitchen with her empty coffee cup. She set the cup down on the counter and walked over to where he stood. Meg stopped directly in front of him and threw her arms around his waist. She hugged him and placed her cheek against his chest. “Thank you,” she whispered and then stood on her toes and kissed him.
“You look lovely, Meggie. The dress fits you perfectly and no panties right?” His eyebrows knitted together perfectly and his expression made her see how serious he was about the no underwear thing. Yet there was a definite hint of playfulness in his voice. She had to admit, she felt sexy underneath and was eager to see how this day would unfold.
“Why don’t you check for yourself?” She dared him. The corners of her mouth turned upward.
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