“I wanna hear you,” he says, thrusting into me. “Do you like this? Tell me what you like.”
All of it with you.
“Gianna …”
My name is a warning, a thinly veiled threat that there will be repercussions if I fail to comply. Instead of pissing me off, it turns me on. Because I know he’s not going to hurt me in any way that I don’t want him to.
“Deeper,” I say, hissing loudly. “I love it when you go deep like that.”
“I feel your pussy pulsing around my cock.”
“It’s about to go off again if you keep this up.”
My tits hang heavily, aching from the orgasm building in my core. I arch my back, rocking into him thrust for thrust, the world around us nothing but a distant fog. I never come from this position, but it seems that’s about to change.
A moan slips from my parted lips, and I whimper as his fingers nearly touch my hip bones. Deep pressure builds between my legs as they begin to shake.
“I’m going to come,” I say, unable to stave it off. “I can’t stop it.”
“Don’t. I want to feel you come on my cock.”
I pant, shivering as the intensity builds. Drake tenses behind me, and I sense he’s trying to wait on me to come before he lets go. The thought of him coming inside me does it.
“Fuck!” I scream, this one far more powerful than the first.
He drives into me, his grip flexing against my skin. I look over my shoulder to see his head tipped back and his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. Every muscle is tense as he growls into the air.
I did this to him.
His motions grow slower, and I gently tumble back to reality. His body has one final tremble before he sags in satiated relief. A smile touches his lips that I haven’t seen before, and it’s my new favorite.
“A-plus work,” I say, wincing as he pulls out of me. A drop of cum falls onto my leg. “That’s fun.”
He chuckles. “Want me to run you a bath?” He pauses. “Do you have a bath?”
I laugh, too. He’s going to make me come like that and not flee immediately so that he can run me a bath?Wow.I decide to push it—to see how far he’ll really go.
“I would like that on one condition,” I say.
“Name it.”
“If you take it with me.”
He shrugs casually. “Done.”
I fall backward into the comforter and watch him walk into my bathroom like he owns the place. With confidence and maturity.
And one hell of a cock.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FIVE
Drake
“Did you find all of your clothes?” Gianna asks, pulling a tank over her head. The tight top mixed with her baggy sweatpants is quite possibly hotter than her miniskirts and heels.
“I thought one sock was a goner, but it was under a cookie tin.”
