The seriousness in his tone burrowed right through me. This was more than just a heat of the moment fuck. No, I loved this man. Somehow, he’d snuck his way into my heart without even trying, and I didn’t want to be extricated—ever.
He brushed his tip against my hole, and the shock of skin to skin there rippled through me. Pure electricity. Every damn time. I grabbed the back of my thighs and spread myself wide, desperate to have him deep inside me.
“Fuck me.”
“Damn straight,” he said as he thrust in a few inches. I barely noticed the stretch after having the thick plug inside me, but the glide—fuck, I’d never felt anything so good. Having him in me bare was beyond my wildest dreams, and he lived up to every single one.
“Holy shit,” he groaned.
“Yeah,” I gasped as he sank in further. The moment he settled fully inside me, the fullness solidified something inside me that I hadn’t realized I’d craved. The thickness of his length, the way he connected with me in a way no one ever had before—on multiple levels—and how I was so far gone in love with him. He gripped my thighs tight, and I let go.
Drake drew back and thrust deep inside me again. The breath flew out of me as pleasure slammed into me hard.
“Oh god.” My body would be a trembling mess in no time.
He tilted his head back, showing off the strong lines of his neck. “Fuck, I’m going to have to take my sweet time with you, baby. Otherwise I’ll blow my load too fast.”
A whimper escaped me.
He eased back in, nice and slow, the glide excruciating. Sweat burst on my forehead, my arms, my chest. My cock dripped, my balls ached, and the moans poured out of me as he brushed along my prostate. Fireworks flared fast and fierce. God, he felt so damn sinful. I was addicted to the heat of him, the thickness of his cock, the way the skin-to-skin connection elevated everything between us a thousandfold.
“You,” he purred as he thrust in slow. “You are all I’ve ever wanted.”
His words took root deep in my chest, ones I’d been longing to hear after year and year of striking out in relationships. Fuck. I loved him so damn much, and I couldn’t believe we were together. That we’d somehow crashed into each other’s lives at the perfect time.
He fucked in again, a long, low groan rumbling from him. The glide against my prostate was excruciating, yet I didn’t want the pleasure to end at the same time.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I gasped. The scent of sweat was heavy in the air, thick with lust from the sheer tension between us. Drake gripped my legs tightly as he thrust over and over, each stroke slow and simmering, each one bringing me closer and closer to implosion. I memorized his features—the sweat-soaked, dark strands of hair swaying with each movement, his deep brown eyes and long lashes, and his broad shoulders, defined muscles, that emanated such immense power.
I needed his cock in me like I needed my next breath, but the steady, increasing tension rose inside, the urge to come rolling in fierce and fast.
“Goddamn, baby,” he groaned as he sank in again. “You feel so good bare.”
I never wanted to go back. Just wanted him to take me like this day in and out. The increase of sensation, how his velvet heat felt gliding inside me—damn, it was incomparable. He dragged his cock along my prostate again, and I moaned loud and long, my head tipping back. My hole was stuffed full in a way I craved, and with Drake clutching my legs, ramming into me and bringing me to ecstasy over and over, I longed to stay like this forever.
I began to shift my hips onto his cock, chasing the sensation every time he pulled away. My entire body hummed on the edge of explosion, the ache in my balls growing agonizing. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could take.
Drake began to fuck in harder, faster, his breaths huffing out of him. Each stroke sent a burst of pleasure as he tagged my prostate over and over. My legs full-out shook at this point, my body a tense wire begging to be plucked. The smack of skin meeting skin echoed through the room, and I relished each sensation as they collided with each other, building into this beautiful crescendo that I barreled toward.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he groaned, a raggedness in his tone that I felt. He wrapped his hand around my cock, and oh fuck. The contact was all I needed.
My balls drew up, and my orgasm flew from me like a gunshot. Cum splattered between us, drops making a mess, and my vision stuttered, the sheer intensity of the pleasure slamming into me like a sucker punch. Bliss raced through my bloodstream, and I sailed higher than I ever had before.
“Hngh.” Drake gripped me tight, and a second later, he came, his muscles tightening at once. The warm gush of cum flooded my insides.
Euphoria burst through me. Fuck, I wanted him to leave load after load inside me, filling me up until I was dripping.
I reached up for his arm and rested my hand there. “Don’t pull out,” I murmured. “Please.”
He carded his fingers through his hair, his breaths coming in ragged. “Wasn’t planning on it.” The lazy, sated smile disarmed me. My heart swooped at the sight of him looming over me, my hole full of his cum, his cock still lodged inside. I’d barely come down to earth from that life-changing orgasm, and instead I floated in this relaxed, comfortable space.
“Mmk, baby,” he murmured as he shifted his cock inside me a little and adjusted until he was lying on the bed behind me, his length plugging me up. I chewed on my lower lip, a sinful thrill rising inside me. I didn’t want him to pull out. “I’ve got you.” His arm slung around me, and he squeezed me tight. His sticky chest plastered to my back, but I didn’t give a damn. I wanted to feel him against me, surrounding me, inside me.
Like this, we were connected in a way I’d always dreamed of with a partner.
“Can I keep you?” I asked, heat rushing to my cheeks at the admission. “This isn’t going to just be some elaborate prank?”
Drake pinched me in the thigh as he pressed a kiss to my neck. “Only if I can keep you. And I’m shit at pranks, anyway.”
