Page 61 of Dealing With Drak

Drak paws at my thighs with an addictive strength, his hands practically claiming me without the need for words. He’s right, this is exactly what I needed. My mind is clearer as the stress of the day begins to wash away. He’s like fucking magic. Him, his greedy hands, and his sinful mouth.

“Frek, An-nana,” he murmurs, capturing my lips once more. “Your scent,” he adds, groaning against my mouth. “Your arousal, it is like I can taste it from the air. It is maddening.”

“Well, you did take my panties off, so,” I breathe, trying not to whimper. Everything is hot as my body grows warmer with lust.

“Mm, yes, I did,” he rumbles, pulling away from our kiss to reach for his belt. “It is time I show you why now, is it not?”

Oh, fuck yes, it is.

“Yeah, baby,” I agree, nodding with a sort of dazed motion. “Show me what you can do with that big beautiful cock of yours.”

With swift jerking motions, he frees his erection from his pants, dropping the clothing to his feet. His eyes sear into me, taking in every inch of bare skin with a hungry gaze. I’d rethink my plan to wait for sex if I didn’t know what a terrible idea it would be. Drak and I can’t get lost in each other, not when we’re this close to finding what we’ve been searching so tirelessly for.

Not to mention, our first time fucking as a mated couple should not happen in an abandoned mall store filled with dust and stale air. So, for now, this has to be enough.

Licking my lips, I watch as Drak fists his cock, a drip of precum pearling at its tip. I’d offer to kiss it away, but I don’t want to mess up his first time trying this by making him come too fast. I want him to enjoy it just as much as I want to feel it. I mean, this is a part of him he wasn’t sure that he’d ever get to experience, after all.

“It is already warming, and I am not even trying,” Drak moans.

If he’s feeling hot, he isn’t the only one.

Sweat beads in my hairline, making rogue wisps of hair cling to my forehead. It’s hot in here because of the lack of maintained air circulation, but I may be even warmer than the temperature. I’m practically burning up, and I’m, like, ninety percent sure it’s due to how sexy my mate is being.

Looking almost dazed, Drak drags my ass to the edge of the counter and pushes his cock through my dripping sex. He’s right, his dick feels like it’s been under a hot towel at a spa or something. Warm and soft but not burning against my skin.

“You are soaked, my mate,” he whispers. “Have I done this to you? Did I cause this flood of arousal when I offered to take care of your cunt?”

“You have a dirty mouth,” I rasp, unable to hide my grin. “Fuck yes, you did this to me. It’s all for you, Drak. Show me what you can do.”

Pleasure like no other immediately steals my breath. Drak’s cock begins shaking right before my eyes, his length trembling right on top of my clit. It’s just like a vibrator only it’s entirely silent. The vibration may be quiet, but I sure as fuck am not. I’m moaning and whimpering without even trying to hide the level of noise coming from my mouth.

“Oh, oh, oh, shit! You weren’t kidding, oooh!”

Drak grunts, shifting his hips forward in a thrust. Every inch of his cock is vibrating hard, but he keeps his fist around the base, focusing his tip on my clit while he moves. “You are so soft,” he whispers. “I can not do this for long, I?—”

I look into heavy eyes, finding his pupils blown wide. “Jesus Christ, don’t even worry about it, baby. I’m so close, holy fuck?—”

The vibration lets up just a touch, like he’s learning to control the speed but doesn’t quite have the hang of it. He doesn’t want us to explode immediately—he wants to bask in it. I think we both know it won’t be long now, even if it’s not immediate. I feel like I’ve taken some kind of drug to make me feral for him because I have an insane desire to bite him or lick him all over.

Instead, I claw at his shoulders and pull him down for a heated kiss.

Drak breathes hard, catching my lips with his and swooping his tongue into my mouth to meet mine. He continues to glide his hips back and forth, giving us added friction while his cock shakes relentlessly.

“Drak, I’m, I can’t—” I whimper into his mouth. “I’m going to—ahhh!”

“Yes, my mate. Yes,” he growls.

Lost in the rhythm of his strokes, my nails dig into his skin hard as I combust. Coming with a hoarse scream, my thighs threaten to snap shut, but Drak pins them open. My back arches, my legs shake, and my cunt convulses, tensing and relaxing in rapid succession.

Two more jerky thrusts push him over the edge.

“Frek,” he curses.

Ropes and ropes of cum sputter from his cock, painting my pussy and my thighs.

With slightly fuzzy vision, I reach forward, dragging two fingers through the mess before sucking it off. Drak nearly chokes while watching me, and my skin feels flushed all over. His taste is light, and I wouldn’t drink a glass of his cum for breakfast, but I’d lick some of it up again. Especially with the way it makes his eyes darken for me.

Breathing out with a pant, my mate caresses my lips with his thumb. “Have I earned the right to be cocky, An-nana?”

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