Page 36 of Draco

Right as I moved to shut off the kitchen light, I heard the front door open. I didn’t want to seem thirsty, but I rushed out to the front of the house and collided with a hard chest.

“What the hell—” My words got caught in my throat, seeing Draco’s face and clothes covered in blood. “Draco. What happened? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine.” He brushed my hands away. “Let me go take a shower.”

“No! You’re going to tell me why you’re coming in here with blood on your clothes and tears in your eyes.”

A harsh grumble found its way through his latched lips.

“I did a job. Quadir took a bullet! I had a long fucking night, Francesca.”

He hiked up the steps two at a time, but I stayed on his heels.

“Stop running from me, Draco! Is Quadir okay?” I panicked. “Are you okay?”

“If Quadir wasn’t breathing, I don’t think I’d be standing.”

I walked up on him and massaged his arms.

“Baby.”

Draco’s shoulders caved in when I called out to him. I didn’t know where he came from or what he had done, but I could tell he needed me.

Carefully, I led Draco to the shower in his bathroom and stripped him down to nothing. I put his soiled clothes in a plastic bag then stepped into the shower fully clothed.

The longer we stood under the showerhead, the more he loosened up.

“I’m sorry I ruined your surprise,” he professed, placing his forehead against mine.

I rubbed my hand up and down his back. “It’s okay. Tell me what happened.”

“We did our last job tonight, but things got outof hand.”

“But everyone is okay, right? Everyone made it home?” I asked with fear squeezing my chest.

He stood upright. “Quadir and Zo came back in one piece. How are you feeling? It looks like you were planning to get some dick tonight.”

His statement cracked my somber demeanor.

“Why do you have to say it like that?” I questioned with a smile.

“Tell me I’m lying.”

Heat scorched my body as I shook my head no. “At least I planned to feed you first.”

“It’s not too late,” he declared, sweeping me off my feet and carrying me out of the bathroom.

As he walked to the bed, Draco buried his face in my cleavage, licking and sucking on my nipples.Every inch of skin he could reach, he christened, leaving me wet even above my waist. Although I loved the tongue and vibrator combo, Draco was skilled on his own. As if he was getting ready to feast, thebig man slid between my legs and rested on his elbows. His long, fat tongue glided up my slit, catching me off guard. However, the sound of him sucking on my clit made my ass lift off the bed.

“Fuck, Draco! Suck my pussy! I love it.”

He placed his large hand on my stomach when I sat up, forcing me to lie back. Still, I rocked my hips against his mouth when something long slid inside of me.

“There you go. I have to get this pussy ready,” he explained in a hoarse voice. “Can I add another finger?”

“Please!” I yelled, almost begging him to fill me up. Every finger Draco slipped in my coochie made her juicier. Every time he licked my juices off his fingers and then put them back inside of me, I cried out to the heavens. When I felt my stomach growing tense, I pushed Draco’s head further into my middle. He begged me to cream on his tongue before shoving a third finger into my hole. That was all it took for me to do exactly what I was told.

Draco didn’t give me any time to recover before he placed the tip of his pipe at my opening.

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