My stomach clenches as my balls tighten so painfully hard.
I suck her bud into my mouth. She reaches for my head, wrapping her fingers through my hair and pushing me closer toher. I keep my face glued to her pussy—licking, sucking, nipping until her legs begin to tremble.
Her exhale is shaky, but I can hear the relief in it. Being able to do this to her, for her, makes me feel more powerful than any tackle or touchdown I’ve ever made.
“Don’t stop,” she begs, drawing in a breath mixed with a sob. “Don’t stop. I need this.”
My fingers pound into her, and she meets me thrust for thrust. As she shakes and her muscles pulse around my hand, she lets out a cry that pierces the air. She tries to wiggle away from me, but I refuse to let her move—refuse to let her escape the pleasure she told me she needed. I plant a hand on her abdomen and press hard enough to hold her in place.
Her cries begin to fade, and I ease my assault slowly but surely, helping her return to her baseline as gently as possible. Her body softens as she whispers a satisfied sigh, and a slight smile ghosts her lips.
I ease my fingers from her, planting a kiss on her stomach before leaning away.
When I look up, she’s staring at me. The look in her eyes is layered, and I can’t quite decide what it means. “Thank you.”
“Neverthank me for that.” I grab a towel out of a drawer and wipe my face with it. “That’s a privilege.”
She snorts, taking my hand and sitting up. “Right.”
I take her chin in my hand and make her look me in the eye. “I’m not joking. Being allowed access to you like that?It’s a fucking privilege.” I don’t look away until I’m sure she heard me.
She hops off the counter with a devilish grin on her face. “You. Follow me. Now.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
GIANNA
It’s his turn.
His bedroom is warm as we enter, and a bedside lamp gives it a sexy glow. Music plays softly from his television, but the screen is dark. The beat amplifies the energy between us as I undress my man.
I shove his gray sweatpants over his hips, and he makes quick work of kicking them to the side. They land with a swoosh by the door, but his cock, thick andso damn hard, stands at attention.Begging for me. He lost his shirt somewhere on the way to his room, and I can’t help but run my hands along his granite abs.
“This is almost unreal,” I say, exploring every ridge and valley of his muscles with the tips of my fingers. My heart pumps faster as his gaze softens in appreciation—of me or my words?I don’t know.
My touch slides up his smooth skin until it lands on his pecs. The muscles flex beneath my palms as I gently shove him toward the bed. Drake smirks, playing along like I could push him hard enough to move him—because we both know that’s impossible. He falls back onto the navy comforter covering his king-sized bed.
He scoots back to the headboard, leaning against the pillow as I climb onto the bed, too. His eyes are glued to mine as I position myself between his legs and take his cock in my hand.
“You made me feel so fucking good,” I say, running my tongue up and down his shaft. He’s so hard that the veins inhis cock are swollen, bulging from the velvety skin. “Now it’s my turn to repay the favor.”
My tongue darts out, sweeping the precum leaking from the tip. He shivers, hissing a breath as I suck gently on the head. Feeling him, watching him react to me like this is so fucking powerful.
“I love the taste of your cum,” I say, stacking my hands around his length and pumping him slowly. More fluid appears at the tip. I grin at him as I take the crown between my lips and swirl my tongue around it.
“Fucking hell, Gianna,” he growls.
I giggle as he pops free. “Do you like this?”
“What the fuck do you think?”
I stroke him from root to tip and shrug. “It looks like it.” I reach between his legs and massage his balls. “As much as I’d love for you to spray your cum down my throat?—”
“Good God.”
“What I really want is to ride you,” I say, smirking. “Do you have any objections?”
“Oh, please no,” he mocks, laughing. “Please don’t sit on my cock and put those big titties in my face.”
