“So cum for me. But if you don’t, I’m gonna leave you in these pants, wet and soaked, all fucking night. Aching and wanting, and empty. You get yourself off for me, and maybe I’ll play nice and fuck you like you want. Can you do that?”
I pant harder, the room growing hotter. I swear it shrinks, darkening at the edges. Drake’s touch is lighter. I chase his fingertips with my hips, rolling them as I seek the pressure I need.
“Please,” I mewl, unable to make sense of anything.
“Yeah? Tell me what you need, princess.” Drake never stops, but he doesn't give me what I want, either.
I gasp out my frustration when he laughs, and straddle him. His eyes widen, and his gaze travels over my body. “I need to ride you,” I manage, rubbing my body against his harder one, taking what I need when he refuses to give it to me.
“Christ, Cha Cha. If you don’t stop, I’m gonna—” He cuts himself off with a curse. One fist, knuckles up, presses against me, over his lap. “Grind that pretty little pussy on me. Show me how you make yourself come and I’ll give you every fucking thing you need.”
I spread myself wide over him, finding the angle I need and press down. His knuckles drive into my clit, the hard, scarred ridges providing the perfect pressure. My hands close on Drake’s shoulders for purchase, fisting his shirt. “I want you inside me so deep I’ll never want anyone else.” The words tumble free, but I know they’re true the moment I say them.
I’ve never trusted anyone like I do Drake, no matter what he’s done. He watches me like I’m something precious, not like I’m a trophy for his wall or a bragging point for his gym buddies. He watches me like I matter, and he listens to me like I’m human.
And his touch…
His touch is designed for one person.
“That’s what you want, princess? Just me?” His eyes are laser focused when I meet his gaze. His other hand knots in my hair, close to my scalp, locking me in place. “Promise that’s what you fucking want.”
I cry out, the edges of bliss obliterating reason. “It’s you I want,” I whimper. “Just you, Drake. Watching me, seeing me. Being here with–” Breath stalls in my lungs.
He jams his fist deeper into my crotch, hard enough to bruise tender, swollen flesh from the orgasms he gave me earlier. Thelatex protects me, enhancing the sensations. My clit throbs, like it might burst.
The sound that tears from me might ruin my voice but I can’t help it. “Drake,” I scream, the wave edging into me, so sensitive, so close and I can't stop. Our bodies rock together, tight and hard.
He curses, grinding into me with his fist. “Fucking cum for me, princess. I’m yours, always.”
I close my eyes and let go. Let him hold me as I fall. Heat drenches me inside and out. A scream fills the room. I know it’s mine, though I don't feel it. Only the pleasure that courses through me, the feeling trapped by the restrictive latex pressing the tortured nub of nerves tight back to my body.
Drake growls, leaning over me as he presses me back, our positions reversed though I don’t remember him flipping us. His hand grips my crotch tight, and rips. Coolness washes over me and he swears again. “Christ, princess. You’re fucking flooded.” Dark eyes latch onto mine as he presses his thick cock to my entrance, fluttering and swollen. We both groan when he pushes into me, hard and straining.
“You’re so wide,” I gasp out, locking my legs around his waist as far as they’ll go. My legs are still encased in latex where he grips my thighs tight, burrowing deep in my slicked heat.
“So tiny. So fucking tight,” Drake grates, pulling back to slam all the way in. His thighs rest against mine and he groans. “Fuck, that’s good. So hot, Cha Cha. Christ, you can own me any damn day.”
“Mine?” I stroke his hair back from his brow, the single word a question that tastes light on my tongue. I consider it for a moment, then nod. “You’re mine, now,” I whisper, not needing volume to claim him.
Drake’s eyes darken impossibly. He grips my hips in both hands, slamming into me.
I want to scream but can’t, every cry choking on a breath that refuses to release. My nails dig into his shoulders, struggling to grip onto him in his frenzy.
“I’m yours, Cha Cha,” he rasps out. “Not gonna let anyone else have you.”
The promise in his words sinks bone deep as he pulls back and flips me onto my stomach, pushing my knees apart. Then he’s buried inside me again, his weight settled over my body.
I cry out into my forearms, my pussy pulsing on his swelling cock. “I need—” Every word evades me, each breath too shallow for more.
“You’re fucking mine, princess. I’ll give you what you need. Everything. I promise." His hand closes gently on my throat, arching me backward.
I cry out as I come for him, clamping down on his cock that impales me. Drake swears as I gush over him, his rhythm rough and brutal. His shout ricochets back at us as he fills me and then we sink together. Inked arms cradle me as he pulls a quilt from the bed to cover us.
“We’re not moving for a while, princess.” His soft words are the sweetest promise in my ear as he slides a hand to my hip, pulling me closer, his semi hard cock still inside me. “And when we do, I’m gonna fuck you until your voice rasps so that the next time you sing for me, I’ll remember every scream I earn from you tonight.”
I moan softly as he turns my head and kisses my mouth for the first time. Gentle at first, his lips press mine open, sliding his tongue inside. What starts so sweet devolves into something filthy and urgent. Drake kisses my mouth like he tongued my pussy through my latex pants. I moan against him, letting him take what he needs, stroking my tongue against his softly.
It seems to be what he needs. His cock hardens inside me, though this time, when he moves, he loves me slow and rough,exploring my body. I take every inch of him, and he shows me what sort of endurance my bodyguard really has.
