Page 78 of Dealing With Drak

“Yes, it’s all for you,” I rasp. “Add another.”

“Are you sure you’re ready for another?” he challenges in a husky voice. “You are so small here, I do not want to break you.”

“Jesus, Drak,” I gasp, feeling his digit curl inside of me. “I can take it, I want more. Give it to me before I bite you.”

“An-nana, be patient, or I will put you over my knee and smack your bottom.”

My eyes must go comically wide. Did he seriously just say that?

“Excuse you,” I scoff, squirming beneath him. “No need for threats.”

“You threatened to bite me first, my mate.”

“Is it a threat if you’d like it?”

“As if you do not like my hand warming your behind,” he tsks.

Guilty.

His thumb brushes my clit as he twists his finger, dragging it along my inner walls. My hips lift, and my core clenches.

“Give me another,” I request again. “Please, baby. I want it so bad.”

“I cannot resist you while you plead for me,” Drak warns. I feel a second finger start to join his first. It’s a tight squeeze, but he goes slow, working the length inside of me until it’s fully buried.

“You’re amazing,” I gasp. “Fuck, I love you so much.”

“I love you as well, my An-nana,” he sighs.

Losing all words, I bask in the sensations he offers, letting him fuck me with his fingers however he pleases. He reads my responses, picking up on what feels the best for me based on my squirms and moans. He’s absolute perfection.

Needing to feel connected to him even further, I caress his chest with my hands, stroking his skin in appreciation.

Drak swells with pride at my gentle touches. “You are so sweet to me when you are full of so much pleasure that you are unable to speak, my mate.”

“Don’t get used to it,” I say, only the words aren’t snarky, they’re breathy.

“I would not dream of it, my mate,” he purrs, pumping his fingers in a delicious rhythm while he moves to tease my nape with his lips. “You look so lovely being worked open for me, An-nana. How does it feel being prepared for my cock, hmm? Are you enjoying yourself, my love?”

“God, you’re mouth,” I groan, absorbing his words. “I feel great but impatient. Work faster, you bastard.”

I’m begging, but I don’t care how desperate I sound. I am desperate—always desperate for more of Drak. I’m well and utterly lost for him.

“There is my mean girl,” he says with a throaty laugh. Gently smacking the side of my ass for my attitude, he makes me yelp. “Be good, An-nana.”

My mate slips in a third finger that goes in much easier this time. With how soaked I am and how relaxed he’s made me, he’ll be able to fuck me in no time. Which is good because I’m well past ready for it.

“Drak,” I whisper, toes beginning to curl. “Enough with the fingers, give me your cock. I’m close, and I don’t want to come on your hand. I want the real thing.”

“I do not wish to hurt you?—”

“Drak, humans literally put fists inside of themselves. I assure you, I’ll be okay,” I practically growl.

Hearing my words, his demeanor immediately becomes less composed. His fingers leave me with a swift exit, the feeling of emptiness settling in. I fucking hate it, but he isn’t going to make me wait long before remedying the situation.

He fists himself, stroking his length in one languid pump. With precum leaking from its tip, his cock glides through my sex, teasing the sensitive flesh. He uses his grip to lower his angle, notching himself at the opening of my pussy. My hands reach out, barely able to grasp his hips. I squeeze him, offering a nod of encouragement.

“Give it to me, love,” I whimper.

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