Underestimated (Underestimated, #1)

“Don’t move, Morgan,” he warned. I didn’t like the dark tone, but I was afraid to move. I suddenly didn’t think my idea was so great anymore. After four, blows, he was done with that and was spreading me open. I felt the head of him on my anus, but he didn’t penetrate me. I was no longer in control, he had taken it back, and I had let him. Damnit. He knew I was afraid. It’s what he wanted, what he thrived on.

If I didn’t act soon, I was going to lose the battle that my mind and I had been working on. All of a sudden the nerve came from somewhere. I wasn’t sure where, I was just sure I needed to act on it before I lost it. I rolled over and dropped to my knees in front of him and took his hard shaft to the back of my throat. I couldn’t see the look on his face, but the rapid stiff posture told me what it said.

I moaned as I took him in and out of my mouth. I looked up to him as he placed his hands over his head and let me have my way with him. I kept it up until I could tell he was losing control. I wasn’t about to let him come in my mouth.

I kissed him up his body, and lightly tugged his nipple between my teeth. I circled his naked body, catching a glimpse of the baffled expression as I kissed his strong shoulders and back.

“Do you know what I think, Drew?” I said in a low tone. I had the power. I was now calling the shots.

“Hmm?” he managed to moan. I was sure that was all that he could come up with in his state.

“I think that you are the one that liked for me to take it up the ass. Do you want to put your dick in my ass, Drew?” I asked, still standing behind him as my lips and hands explored his back.

His head snapped back toward me. I was almost scared again when I saw the vengeful look on his face.

Maybe I went a bit too far.

I ignored it and walked in front of him keeping my back to him. I couldn’t let him see the fear. I took his hand and guided it to between my legs and bent over in front of him, giving him permission to take me. I breathed a sigh of relief as I placed my hands on the mattress and felt him slide his dick inside of my wet * before moving it to where he wanted it to be. I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt the head slide in. He hissed as he moved in a little more. I didn’t let him stop rubbing my clitoris. I needed to keep my mind on achieving an orgasm and not what I was doing to him.

I moaned once he was pumping in and out of me.

His fingers on my swollen core kept the same rhythm of his cock sliding in and out.

“Don’t come, Morgan,” He demanded.

Fuck that…

I did come. I came so hard that I had to drop to the bed as he continued to thrust frantically and finally dropping with me.

“I told you not to come,” he said with the angry tone again.

I didn’t care. I had won. I wasn’t afraid that time. I laughed which I am sure wasn’t the reaction he was hoping for.

I turned over, forcing him to slide out of me. I kissed his lips softly, and then shoved my tongue into his mouth. “I guess you’ll just have to spank me again for being a bad girl,” I smirked.

“Come with me,” I requested, taking his hand and leading him to the bathroom.

“What are you doing now?” he asked as I started the shower water.

I turned and kissed him again. “Stop asking questions that you already know the answer to.”

“I have my own shower,” he protested.

“Shut up and get in here with me,” I demanded. I would have loved to hear the voices going crazy in his head. I pulled him in with me and leaned my back into his front. He was so out of his realm it was dangerous, probably more dangerous for me than him.

I washed my hair and bathed while he stood watching me, not knowing what to do. When I turned to face him to rinse the soap from my hair, he surprised me.

He pressed our wet bodies together and crushed his lips to mine. I felt weak and almost faint. I didn’t want those feelings. It was a game, and I was winning. He couldn’t make it about feelings, but there was so much passion in his kiss that was exactly what he was doing.

I got out and dressed, letting him shower. I was sitting in bed with the covers pulled down wearing a midnight blue nighty with matching panties. I had one bare leg brought to my chest, and the other one folded under it while I brushed my hair. He stopped in his tracks when he saw me, almost like he was realizing for the first time that I was beautiful or something.

“Come here,” I softly spoke, and just like I was now controlling his strings, he walked toward me. I actually felt the twinge between my legs again, looking at his damp body wrapped in a towel around his waist. I touched his chest with the back of my hand and looked up, urging him to kiss me. He did.

“Stay with me tonight,” I requested softly to his lips.

Snap. Just like that, he was grabbing his clothes and getting far away from me. Too much intimacy. “I can’t, I still have work to do. You should get some rest.”

Drew left, and I lay down. I stared out to the dark Nevada sky as my mind began to wonder once again. I wasn’t sure if I had made things worse or better. I was more confused than ever. Maybe he wasn’t the bad guy.

Maybe the vision of him hitting me was nothing more than a vision. Maybe we really could have a life together. But who was Riley? Who was Dawson? I still had so many questions, and now I was having feelings for Drew.

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