Page 383 of Steamy Ever After

He leaves nothing unexplored, mercilessly fucking my pussy with his tongue and laving my clit with tantalizing strokes. Like a man starved for food, he eats my pussy, groaning against me, until our bodies find a rhythm.

My pelvis grinds against his face. My heels dig into his back. My toes curl until barely human, guttural sounds emanate from my throat. He turns me into a wanton creature, focused solely on the pleasure of my flesh.

An incredible rush of heat builds within me, tightening until I’m breathless and panting with the need to come. I’m unable to pull the air I need into my lungs for the scream that waits on the precipice of what I know will be an incredible release.

Something inside of me snaps and lets go. Pleasure sweeps through me for the second time.

Only this orgasm is more intense than the first. His deft touch, with that devilish tongue, licks me through and past the firestorm sweeping through me.

As the quaking in my body stills, Drake looks up, my wetness on his lips, with the most satisfied smirk I’ve ever seen plastered on his face.

“Drake, that was beyond amazing, but if you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to kill you.”

The aftershocks of that orgasm race through me, and I want to feel him inside of me before this feeling subsides.

“Sit up, city girl, and slide to the edge.” He disentangles our bodies and takes a step back. While I move, he rips open a foil pack and unzips.

My eager eyes wait for the first time I get to see him. It takes a breath, or two, for his full length to free itself from the confines of his zipper.

He’s hard, growing harder as I watch. Plump head, thick, ropey veins, his shaft stands primed and ready. He sheaths himself, sliding the condom on like a pro, while my hand flies to my throat when the full impact hits me.

“How’s that going to fit?”

Drake glances at me, eyes hooded with lust, swirling with desire, as a low chuckle escapes him.

“Don’t worry. It’ll fit, we just gotta go slow.”

As a doctor, I’ve seen plenty of flaccid and semi-flaccid penises. It comes with the job, seeing how half my patients are male. Drake certainly puts most men to shame.

As I watch, in shock, horror, and with guilty pleasure—I wonder if I hit the jackpot. How is that going to fit not only in my pussy, but in my mouth?

For the first time, in a very long time, the thought of giving head excites me. To be able to control such a monster—to deliver that kind of pleasure—the thought of it sets off that needy pulse between my legs again.

Drake fists his shaft, stroking it lazily as I watch. “I take it you like what you see?”

“I’ve never…” I reach forward, needing to feel the steely hardness of his cock.

Drake removes his hand and waits patiently for me to touch him. Moments before my fingers connect with his hard length, I draw back as if stung. His low chuckle brings my gaze up to his face.

“It’s not going to bite you.” His hand shoots out and wraps around my wrist. With our gazes interlocked, he brings my hand to his cock. “Just like I don’t do slow, I don’t do tentative either. If you’re going to hold my cock, grip it like you mean it. Hold it tight.” He shows me what he means.

When my grip weakens, his hand is there, wrapping around mine, demonstrating how hard I can grip him. His eyes slide shut and his head tips back.

“Just like that.” Then he glides my hand along his shaft, tighter than I would’ve thought comfortable, until we’re at the tip. “Don’t be afraid to roll your palm against the tip. And don’t worry about your nails.” He curves my fingers, digging my nails against the underside of his cock. “Pain is but another flavor of pleasure. Dig in, scrape if you want. I’ll let you know if you’re being too rough.”

He shows me exactly what he means.

“And what about my teeth?” He opens one eye, that grin of his going wide. “Oh, I like it rough. The rougher the better. The only question is this.”

“What?”

“What about you? Are you a slow and easy kind of girl? Or are you willing to get a bit freaky with some creative and vigorous sex?”

My standard go-to answer would be slow and easy, but I’ve learned my thoughts about sex may not necessarily be the end-all be-all of what it can be.

“You said to trust you.” I cup his face with my free hand.

“You sure about that?”

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