Drawn to Him: A Romance Collection

by Willow Winters

  He pulls my polka dot bow loose and unfastens my buttons with one hand like he’s done this a million times before, but I don’t expect he’s ever seen tits like mine, straining in the bra I stupidly picked out for comfort.

  If he’s disappointed by the sight, he doesn’t show it.

  I pant like a bitch on heat as he lowers his face.

  His mouth is hot through the fabric, fastening on my nipple and sucking hard through the cotton. I struggle against his grip on my wrists, desperate to break free enough to touch him, but he doesn’t let me go.

  “Don’t even think about it,” he grunts, his mouth still full of my tit.

  I stay still as he yanks my bra down. My tits fall free and his mouth comes right back in for more. He pinches my nipple between his teeth and I like that too.

  “Please…” I whisper, gasping as he tugs.

  It’s hard enough to hurt. A good hurt. The kind of good hurt that threatens to buckle my legs from under me.

  “You’re gonna be my little librarian slut tonight. Gonna make you take it all.”

  I’ve never been called a slut before. It makes my belly tickle.

  “Let me see you,” I whimper. “Please.”

  “You beg so fucking nicely, librarian girl. Ask me again.”

  All my decorum has died and gone to hell. I beg like the desperate cow I am – letting out words that make no sense until he relents and pulls away from me enough to tug his tshirt up and over his head.

  My eyes soak him in, wandering down the perfect sculpture of his abs to the V of his hips. The bulge in his jeans is big enough to be intimidating. The ink on his skin ripples like it’s alive.

  I stare mute, my blouse hanging open and my tits lolling free as I gawp at the perfection in front of me.

  I want to remember this my whole life – every single inch of him.

  He pops the button of his jeans and I gasp at the revelation of how many inches there are to remember.

  Fuck.

  His hand works his huge dick as I stare open-mouthed. He’s dark and veiny, thick enough that my mouth waters at the prospect of fitting that monster inside me.

  I’m happy to die trying – there are worse ways to go.

  “Show me everything,” he growls and comes for me. His fingers push inside the waist of my jeans and his thumb pops the button. He tugs them down around my thighs and pulls my knickers with them.

  How I wish I’d shaved. I burn in embarrassment, scorching on the spot as his eyes rove over the podge of my belly and the hair beneath it.

  “Show me more,” he says. I drop my jeans all the way to the floor but it’s not enough. “I want to see that sweet pussy, librarian girl.”

  My heart is in my throat as I shuffle my legs wide for him. His monster dick is thumping in his palm as he stares.

  “I didn’t expect…” I begin. “I’m not prepared… I should’ve shaved…”

  “You’re fucking perfect as you are,” he says.

  I’m far from fucking perfect, but his words make my heart bloom all the same.

  We’re flesh to flesh when he comes in to kiss me again. He angles his dick to grind between my legs and my body flips into autopilot. My hands grip his ass and hold him close, bucking against his movements as he groans into my open mouth.

  My glasses feel clumsy as he twists his fingers in my hair to hold me still. My body feels so spongy next to the ridges of his as he lifts my knee to his hip. His thrusts work his dick between my pussy lips and the moans that escape me are intense.

  “I could fuck you right fucking now,” he whispers. “You’re so fucking wet.”

  He’s not lying. My thighs are slick and his dick is making soft wet noises as he moves. My tits bounce against my ribs as he grinds and all I want is for him to stretch me open with that monster cock and make me take it all.

  I don’t recognise the person in my head. She’s a wanton bitch, delirious with every filthy fantasy I’ve ever had.

  I quite like her.

  The smile on Kyle’s face tells me he does too.

  “Beg for it, librarian girl,” he says. “Tell me what you want.”

  “You,” I say, but he shakes his head.

  “Gonna have to try harder than that.”

  His hand snakes down to guide his swollen dick. He rubs it against my clit until I whimper.

  “Fuck me,” I say, “please.”

  “More.”

  I wrap my arms around his shoulders to keep my balance. “Please fuck me.”

  “Gonna stretch that pussy wide open. You want that?”

  I nod.

  “Then say it.”

  The words feel so filthy on my tongue. “Stretch me.”

  “Stretch your what?”

  “Stretch my pussy wide open.”

  “Cunt,” he growls. “Call it a cunt. I want to hear filth from your prissy little mouth.”

  I never use that word. I’ve never said it aloud.

  “I’m gonna make you so fucking dirty for me,” he says. “Saying cunt is an easy starter, believe me.”

  I do believe him.

  “Say it,” he barks.

  “Stretch my cunt,” I whisper.

  “Louder.”

  “Stretch my cunt,” I say, and it feels so dirty.

  His dick is rubbing my clit and my breath is shallow and all I want is more.

  “Beg for it,” he grunts.

  “Please stretch my cunt… stretch me,” I pant.

  “Louder!” He picks up speed and I whimper.

  I’m too far gone for restraint. Too needy to care.

  “Please stretch me! Please stretch my cunt… please! Make me a dirty slut! Do it!”

  “More!” he says and the filth just rolls from my mouth.

  “I need your cock so bad. I want you to stretch my needy cunt and fuck me so hard.”

  “That’s a good little slut,” he grunts as I unravel. He keeps up the rhythm against my clit as I squirm.

  I’m coming against his dick when he kisses me. He stifles my moans with his open mouth, swallows them all down.

  And then he smiles at the mess I am.

  The mess he’s made of me.

  “Good girls get what they ask for,” he says. “Get on the bed, slut.”

  CHAPTER 7

  Kyle

  Being a dirty bitch suits Emily Foster. Driving her toward filth is every bit as sweet as I dreamed it would be.

  Her bun is a wreck, her lips puffy from kissing, and her pussy has dribbled a fine mess down her gorgeous thick thighs. Making her come against my dick was just the beginning – I want her next orgasm to be against my mouth.

  She shrugs off her loose blouse and unfastens the mess I made of her bra. I ditch my suitcase from the bed and she flashes me a shy smile as she climbs onto the huge mattress. Her body is fucking incredible, made even more so by her obvious self-consciousness.

  It only makes her all the more delicious.

  Her tits hang ripe and heavy, her nipples big and dark on pale skin. She curves in at the waist and swells out full at the hips, just as I imagined she would. I can’t wait to feel her thighs clamped around my face while I’m sucking on that tender clit of hers.

  My dick twitches at the very thought.

  I thought maybe the librarian front was just that – a front. I thought maybe I’d find her cock-hungry and well-practised behind her swotty glasses, but I don’t think so. She doesn’t seem like a girl who’s taken a lot of dick, far from it. It’s just another thing that makes me want her all the more.

  She’s sitting with an arm draped across her pretty tits when I climb up alongside her. I smile as I take her hand and tug it away.

  “Don’t hide from me.”

  She nods. So sweet. So eager to please.

  A firm hand guides her backward, and she murmurs as I spread her thighs nice and wide, exposing her pussy for my pleasure. I position my face close enough to smell the scent of her, those puffy pink lips so temptingly close to my
mouth. I love the view from down here – the way she’s craning her neck to see what’s going on. The way her glasses have slipped down her nose. The way her cute little belly has rolled up towards her tits and she’s trying to suck it in.

  She needn’t bother, not on my behalf.

  “Relax.” I smile an easy smile. “You look good enough to eat.”

  It’s only the very tip of my tongue that touches her at first, but it’s enough to make her gasp. I spread her pussy wide with my fingers, flicking my tongue over that swollen clit until she groans. She’s still so sensitive. Still so fucking wet for me. Her slit is hidden deep behind swollen lips and I love that. I love the way her cunt is so soft against my mouth.

  I rub my mouth all over her, and she’s slick. I suck her clit between my lips and her fingers twist in my hair.

  “Yes!” she hisses. “Oh fuck.”

  I could listen to expletives from that demure mouth of hers forever.

  I push two fingers inside her tight little hole and it’s clear the girl hasn’t been taking cock solidly for the past decade. Stretching her will be a fucking delight.

  I suck her clit harder as I angle my fingers just right. She bucks, her feet kicking out as she takes it. She cries out as I press a third finger to her asshole, and my dick throbs at the reaction.

  Surely not?

  Surely she doesn’t have a virgin asshole?

  “I’ve never…” she murmurs, and my question is answered.

  Oh fuck, how I’m going to pound that dirty hole of hers.

  Forcing my finger inside that puckered ring is a thrill that makes my balls tighten. Her moans are out of control, her fingers tight against my scalp as she takes what she’s given.

  I want to break her open, desperate to expose the filthy little slut that I just know is hiding behind her prissy shell. I want to use her until I’ve destroyed every hole she has to offer. Until she’s dripping my cum from every fucking orifice.

  My fingers squelch wet as they fuck her hard, her clit swells between my lips as I keep on sucking.

  I listen to the noises she’s making, feel every movement as she heads for the point of no return.

  Fuck yes. She’s exactly how I fucking dreamed.

  I change angle for greater force and she cries out as her sopping pussy sprays wetness down my arm.

  She’s gonna take my cock in one thrust, to serve her right for making me so fucking hard for her. She’s gonna take me deep enough that she feels me for days.

  Her tits bounce and ripple as she squirms under my mouth, her thighs clamping around my ears as I bring her off.

  She cries out again. So loud that I figure the guests next door will hear her through the wall, and that thrills me too.

  I lick her lazily as she catches her breath, watching the rise and fall of her perky nipples with my dick in my hand.

  And then it’s my turn.

  I move quickly when her eyes focus back on mine. I hoist myself in a heartbeat, positioning my dick at her slit as I lower my weight on top. I want to pin her. I want her to have nowhere to fucking squirm to.

  I should ask her about the pill but her pussy has driven me to temporary insanity. I have plenty of rubbers in my suitcase, but no intention of using them.

  I know I’m insane as I press my dick to that snatch completely raw, but I don’t give a fuck.

  She tips her head back as I push in, grimacing at the stretch.

  “Ow!” she hisses, and I love that this is going to be a struggle.

  “Take it,” I growl. “Take it like a good little slut.”

  She nods, her eyes screwed tight behind her glasses as I shunt my way in further.

  “I’m too tight,” she whimpers, and she’s almost right. Almost.

  That cunt was made to take my dick and I thrust hard enough to prove it.

  “Give me that pussy,” I rasp and she nods again.

  “Ow, fuck!” she yelps, but there’s a dirty glint in her eye. “Fuck me! Do it!”

  I don’t need asking twice.

  I ache as I drive my dick in deep, my balls tight enough to fucking blow as that hot little cunt eats me up.

  Her teeth are gritted as I rock my hips, her funky pink fringe slick to her clammy forehead. I sweep my tongue across her lips and she tastes of cherry lip balm and sweat.

  “Spread your legs all the way,” I order. “Take me.”

  She’s a good girl and does what she’s told, opening her thighs and tipping her hips for greater access.

  “Fuck me,” she whimpers. “Oh God, Kyle, just fucking fuck me. I don’t care if it hurts, I just want it.”

  I can feel my pulse in my temples as I push deep enough to bottom out. I’m all the fucking way inside her. Deep enough that she’ll remember this moment forever.

  And then I fuck her.

  Hard.

  I pound that tight wet snatch as she gasps and grunts for me.

  I know how this works.

  I know the payoff will be worth it when her pain turns to pleasure and I’m balls deep inside.

  “What am I doing to you?” I growl. “Tell me what you asked for.”

  Her eyes widen as she stares up at me, remembering the filth I made her speak.

  “You’re stretching me,” she whispers.

  I nod. “I’m stretching your sweet fucking cunt, Emily. You’ll be gaping raw when I’m fucking done. My cum is going to dribble right out of you.”

  My cum.

  I’ve lost my fucking mind, but I guess she has too, because she smiles like she wants it just as much as I do.

  “I’m pure filth,” I growl. “You should stay away from trouble like me. You’re such a nice girl.”

  “I want it…” she whimpers. “I want all of it…”

  “Be careful what you wish for, librarian girl, or I’ll be gaping your virgin asshole wide open too.”

  I know it’s feeling good when her hands land on my ass and urge me faster.

  “It’s never felt like this,” she tells me, and I believe her. “I don’t know if I can stand it…”

  Oh she fucking can.

  Her look of confusion as the pressure builds inside her is divine. Her mouth flaps open and her eyes are wide and wild, and I know I’ve got her.

  “Let it happen,” I tell her. “You’re gonna come like a fucking train.”

  She raises herself on her elbows, her face to my shoulder as she hisses like a feral bitch.

  I’m not far off myself. Her pussy is a vice around my dick, milking me too hard to stop myself.

  I hold it back as long as I dare, waiting for her to lose her shit. Luckily it doesn’t take long.

  “Yes!” I bark as she shudders beneath me. “Come for me, you gorgeous little bitch.”

  Her pussy sucks me dry, my balls emptying deep inside. I slam flesh into flesh, making sure she takes it all, and she thrashes like a fish until she’s done.

  I collapse on top of her with my dick still twitching deep, catching my breath as she catches hers.

  “Fuck.” She giggles when she comes down. “That was–”

  “Intense?” I finish. “Horny as fuck?”

  She nods. “Intense, yeah.” Her smile makes my stomach do a weird flip. “That was amazing.”

  Yes. It fucking was.

  I act as nonchalantly as I can in case she’s down for a nail and bail, but her easy breath makes me doubt she’s got any intention of going anywhere.

  The light from between the drapes tells me we’ve pulled an all-nighter. She winces as I pull out of her pussy, whimpering as I scoot down the bed to take a good look at the pussy I just pummelled.

  My spunk bubbles from the gaping hole I’ve left her with. I can’t resist grabbing my mobile from the jacket pocket.

  “What are you doing?” she asks and I answer her without hesitation.

  “I’m taking a picture of your battered pussy,” I tell her. “Spread it wide for me like a good girl.”

  Her expression is at odds with her eager
fingers. Her mouth is unsmiling as she hooks her fingers inside and stretches that hole for me.

  Fuck, she’s a fucking sight.

  I use the flash and take a whole load of pictures, not just one. I want to preserve this moment for all time.

  “Push my cum out of you,” I say and she does. She bears down and it dribbles out with a squelch. “That’s dirty as fuck, Emily. You really are a filthy little bitch.” I flash her a grin. “And I thought you were such a sweet girl.”

  “It’s sore,” she tells me, and I don’t doubt it. “It’s sore but I don’t care.”

  The dirty glint in her eye makes my dick throb for more.

  “Squeeze your tits together,” I order, and she pins them between her arms. “Good girl.”

  I hand her my phone and tell her to take pictures of me jiggling and squeezing her tits every which way. I make her capture her big dark nipples crushed in my fingers, and make her take another of my fingers splaying her pussy open.

  I flick through them one by one to make sure they’re all saved properly, and by the time I’m done, Emily is already drifting.

  She folds the bedcover over herself and settles with her cheek on her hand.

  It thrills me to think she’s staying.

  I ditch my handset on the bedside table and slide up to her gently in case she thinks better of it.

  She’s already asleep when I take her glasses from her face and put them neatly next to my phone.

  Her hair smells of almonds.

  The rest of her smells of sex.

  My possessive arm snakes around her soft belly and grips tight. She doesn’t move away.

  If I have it my way she never will.

  CHAPTER 8

  Emily

  I wake up with a head that feels like death and a mouth that feels like I feasted on hot sand.

  And then it hits me.

  I’m in Kyle Prescott’s hotel room. In his bed.

  Oh fuck.

  I roll over as gently as I can, as much to save my head as to avoid disturbing him. The bed is so big I have to squint to see him clearly without my glasses. But there he is, sprawled on his front with an arm draped in my direction. He’s sleeping soundly, eyes closed tight, mouth open just a little.