Drew Phillips imagine (smut)

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"Moan my name," he smirked seductively, "I know you want to,"

His hand travelled up my thigh as I bit my lip, trying to keep my dirty thoughts aside

"Drew." I whispered as he snuck his hand into my pyjama shorts and ran his finger along the waste line of my panties. Tingles ran through my body as I grew wet and impatient. His thumbed my clit through my pants, which were soaked through, pressing onto it softly. I moaned louder, legs fidgeting.

Wet already?" he chuckled sexily, "We’ve done nothing yet,"

I groaned in frustration as he removed his hand and blew on my ear lightly.

"Beg for it," he whispered, rising himself to get a clear view of me. 
I sat up slightly with a pout of desperation on my face.

"Please," I whispered, rubbing my cold fingers up his abs, "Please Drew,"

I slowly rose to my knees, tracing my hands up his chest and to his neck. I swiftly pushed him to the bed when he was off guard, gaining control. 
I straddled him suggestively, laying my chest across his. He had clear view of my boobs making him lick his lips as he stared.

I sat back up, pulling the top of my shorts down to show some hipbone. I then pulled it down a bit more, showing my bare skin under my pants.

"Please baby," I whined, clawing his trousers, "I need you, I really, really need you. My clit is calling for you, I’m screaming inside. I miss your cum and your big hard dick inside of me,"

I felt him harden against me, making me smirk. My pants were dripping by now, the urge to have him unreal. I undid the button to his trousers, slowly sliding them down his legs. He kicked them off at the end and continued to kiss my body up and down.
 He flipped us back over effortlessly, undoing the clasp of my bra.

He yanked it off and massaged my breasts, twiddling with my nipples giving me nothing but pleasure. I whimpered, telling him he was doing his job right. His large hands touched my body, prodding and poking at different places.

"Please," I mumbled against his lips, "Touch me there Dreeew"