Page 47 of Dealing With Drak

I nearly lose my composure when I see the tiny shorts my mate has chosen to sleep in. They are white and covered in small illustrations of red hu-nim fruit. The fabric hardly covers her skin at all, exposing her pale, toned thighs.

“You are trying to kill me again, I see,” I croak, eyes firmly between her legs where the shorts end, hiding her cunt from me.

An-nana breathes out, drawing my gaze to her flushed cheeks. “Like them?”

“More than you know,” I husk out, shifting as my cock grows uncomfortably hard between my legs. I changed into a dry pair of pants outside, but perhaps I should have picked a loser pair.

Surprising me, An-nana scooches closer, reaching out to caress my bare chest. Her eyes grow hungry, dragging down my muscular stomach to where my cock is throbbing against my clothing, trying to escape.

“It’ll be easy to show you what a hand-job is,” she purrs, licking her lips. “Since you’re so hard already.”

I suck in a breath, hardly believing my ears. “This is something you do to me?”

“Oh yeah,” An-nana agrees, drawing her fingers up and down my abdominals. “I’m going to take your cock out, Drak. Do you trust me?”

I groan, tightening my hands into fists to keep myself from spilling in my pants before she even touches my cock. “I trust you, my mate. Anything you wish to do to me, I am yours.”

My Mean One’s eyes flare with excitement. “Don’t say anything, babe, you don’t want to give me any ideas.”

Babe. She has given me a nickname as I have given one to her.

An-nana’s small hands begin unfastening my belt, and my body practically radiates with need for her. It is tortuous and glorious all the same.

“You look like you’re going to come as soon as I touch you,” she teases, discarding my belt and reaching for the hem of my pants.

“I might,” I warn honestly. “No one has ever made me feel this level of… I cannot even describe it.”

Spurred on by my words, An-nana crushes her mouth to mine, kissing me hard while she drags my pants to the ground in front of us. My cock springs up, relief washing over me as the painfully hard appendage becomes free.

Her wide eyes take in the sight of me, and I become nervous. “Is it to your liking? It is not too… odd?” I do not know what hu-nim cocks look like, but perhaps I am frightening to her. She witnessed me in the water before, but that was not as close of a look.

“It’s not odd at all,” she rasps, her eyes becoming heated rather than surprised. “You’re just huge.”

I grin, liking the sound of that.

“I’m going to stroke your cock with my hands,” she informs me, nipping at my lips with her blunt little teeth. “Do you fuck your hand, Drak? Do you know how you like it?”

Blood rushes to my face, and I feel like a blushing hu-nim as I admit, “I did not used to. But since meeting you, I can not seem to help it. You make me ache, An-nana.”

Without further warning, her hand surrounds my length. Although her fingers do not meet her thumb on the other side as there is too much girth for her to hold, it is the best thing to happen to my cock in all of my life.

“You jerk off thinking about me then, do you?” she taunts, squeezing my shaft harder and pumping her fist up and down once. “How often?”

I hiss, body jerking as a second hand joins her first. She strokes my cock another time, expecting my answer. “I tried to resist at first,” I promise her. “Do not be mad at me, Mean One. My cock has never wept so greatly for another.”

An-nana does not tease me with one stroke at a time now, no, she forms a rhythm and begins to work her hands in delicious ways that have my mind going foggy. Her lips press into the hot skin of my throat, slowly working up to my ear. When her breath touches me there, chills consume me.

“I’m not mad at you,” she whispers, catching the corner of my jaw with her teeth. “How can I be mad when the last time I made myself come all over my fingers, it was your stubbornly handsome face in my head and your name I was crying out into my pillows.”

Oh frek.

“An-nana,” I growl, head falling back against my seat.

Her alluring words and her skillful hands do something to me that I cannot fight off. My balls draw up, cock pumping into her hand as my cum sputters from the tip. Ropes of my release spill all over my chest and stomach, painting An-nana’s hands in the process. My ears whoosh with the sound of my racing heart, and I pant, attempting to regain my breath properly.

“Fucking hell, do you always have this much cum?”

I can not get my mouth to operate, so I muster what strength I have remaining and shake my head.

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