I wanted more of his tongue as his teeth grazed my flesh.
“Drake,” I whimpered, riding his hard cock over the top of his pants. “Please.”
The pressure built between my thighs, reaching a point where I couldn’t stand it anymore. He needed to release this tension before I exploded.
He tugged on my nipple with his teeth, taunting me with a wicked look in his eyes. “Beg me, birthday girl.”
“Please, Drake.” I reached between us, unbuttoned his pants, and slid down the zipper. “I need you.”
It’s always been you.
“Tell me what you want,” he said, tilting my head to the side to kiss my neck.
“You know what I want.”
He flattened his tongue and my neck and licked my ear, sending a wave of heat down my spine. “Use your words. Tell me what you need.”
“You,” I choked out, fisting his length in my hand, not the least bit surprised he was huge. “Now.”
I didn’t care about foreplay or anything else. Not after waiting forever to have Drake all to myself.
“Not yet,” he said and dove in for another kiss.
My heart pounded like a drum as our hands roamed over each other’s bodies as if we were exploring a new land. I stroked his shaft while he dipped his hand beneath the waistband of my yoga pants. One of his long fingers slipped inside me.
I cried out at the sudden intrusion. Each kiss set my insides on fire, and when he added another finger, rode his hand like a cowgirl, desperate for more.
Without breaking the kiss, he curled his fingers around my throat, his other hand down my pants. He added another finger, which relieved some of the pressure. But I’d never felt so full. So stretched out.
Another growl fell from his lips.
Stroking his big dick, I trailed my other hand up his chest and brushed my fingers softly over his nipple. With each stroke, he kissed me harder, more demanding.
Drake grunted, leaking pre-cum onto my skin. So when he peeled his lips from mine, I stuck my finger in my mouth and sucked.
His eyes lit up as he watched me. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
Drake hooked an arm around me and rose from the couch, flipping me over his shoulder. I had gained thirty pounds, my body filled out with curves, but he acted as if weighed nothing. I never felt insecure with Drake. In his eyes, I was the most beautiful girl in the world.
“Where are you taking me?”
“My bedroom,” he said and headed toward the back of the room.
The Battle Cave was so massive it took up the entire length of the house. He kicked open the door and dragged me into his lair. The bed had dark blue sheets and half a dozen accent pillows. Like most of the house, the decorations were sparse, with only a few knickknacks from one of his favorite video games on the shelves beside stacks of books.
Drake tossed me onto the bed and landed on top of me, crushing me with his chest. Then, his lips were on my breasts, his tongue rolling over my nipples. He tasted my flesh, savoring every second, before slowly inching down to my waistband. This was the slowest, most painful torture. He seemed content on dragging this night out, making me wait until I had no choice but to beg.
Drake stripped off my yoga pants, one leg at a time, teasing me with the little striptease. Then he tugged on my panties with his teeth, yanking them down my thighs, his eyes never leaving mine.
Fully bared to him, I sat back on my elbows and peeked at him from between my spread thighs. He scrubbed a hand over his jaw and licked his lips.
“Fuck, baby. Look at you.” He pulled off shirt, exposing his rock-hard chest. “Soaking wet. Just for me.”
He removed his pants and boxers in one swift motion, kicking them aside. I laid back on the mattress as he gripped my ass and circled my clit with his skilled tongue.
An intense sensation shot down my thighs. “Oh, wow. That feels… holy shit. Don’t stop.”
Lifting my hips, I forced him to shove his tongue deeper, needing to feel him everywhere. He shoved two fingers inside me, making room for himself, taking me to new heights. As Drake licked my pussy, he played with my nipples, reaching up to pinch them.
