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He slides a finger into my empty core to accomplish the small feat. My slippery walls clench to greet him. He’s quick to spear a second into me along with the first. There’s a dull ache as I stretch to accept his shallow thrusts. Drake’s pace is steady as he stimulates me from the inside out. Neglected pleasure blooms and flares outward.

I’m overly responsive to his touch, already on edge. It’s embarrassing to recall how long it’s been since I’ve been treated to such sensual concentration. The friction of his scruff against my bare center is provocative. It’s as if he’s branding me with the abrasion. I jolt from the slight sting but roll my hips for more.

“My girl is needy. Show me how bad you want to come.” Primal lust drips from his voice to pair with the fire thrumming in my veins.

I buck against his hold but don’t get far. My legs strain in the pinned cage of his broad frame. We’re wedged together as he pulls passion from me.

An explosion simmers just beneath the surface. I allow myself to voice the delight spreading through me. Garbled pleas and choked whimpers become more deliberate.

“Yes!” I wail. “There. Oh, right there.”

He groans into my slit, burying his face deeper to reach my trigger. “Ride my face, cowgirl. Use me how you wish.”

The cue washes over me and I’m eager to obey. I stab my fingers into his hair, using the grip to bring him impossibly closer. My hips grind to a frantic tempo. His tongue lashes at my clit in relentless swirls while he presses against that secret spot inside me.

Sensation swarms me in an overwhelming flood. I gasp while struggling to accept the onslaught of carnal bliss. The low buzz in my veins builds into a heavy throb. Pressure expands inmy lower belly. The need for relief grows restless until I’m consumed.

I’m suspended over the peak, almost there. My hips rock forward to gain that last push. Drake gives me a final swipe to send me soaring over the edge.

A scream wrenches free from my mouth. I clench my eyes shut as trembles rack my entire body. The climax is more powerful than the bite from an electric fence. My teeth clack together from the ripples of intense euphoria. It’s like a live wire zaps me with a white-hot surge. All the while, Drake continues suckling my sensitive flesh until I’m a boneless heap.

The orgasmic lull carries me in a peaceful daze for several minutes. Once clarity begins to resurface, my thighs attempt to clamp shut but Drake still pries me wide open. I scramble to prop myself on a wiggly elbow. It’s a valiant effort that makes me resemble a floppy fish. My energy is depleted, spent wisely on that toe-curling release.

Hair sticks to my forehead thanks to the layer of sweat andlowered inhibitions. I’m a mess, but Drake’s gaze burns a scorching path along my exposed curves. “C’mere, trouble.”

His knees remain firmly planted on the floor. “My view from down here is tough to beat.”

I try to claw at his jeans but he evades my reach. “Don’t be shy.”

“Trust me,” he chuckles. “I’m not lacking in the confidence department, especially when it comes to what’s below the belt.”

My blink is coated in cement. “Why aren’t you freeing the cock from the den?”

“Still eating,” Drake rasps very close to my quivering folds.

A squeak tears from my exhausted vocal cords. “You’re not doing that to me again.”

“Do you have something against multiple orgasms?”

“I probably won’t recover, which would make having sex challenging.”

He shrugs. “We’ll save that for next time.”

There’s a low hum in my ears that sounds a lot like my brain misfiring. “You don’t want to have sex with me?”

“I didn’t say that.” Drake’s tone is too earnest, which only heightens my confusion.

“The post-coital glow is messing with me,” I grumble under my breath. “Level playing field my ass. I’m way out of practice.”

He squeezes my legs that remain locked in his unyielding grasp. “This is serious for me, beauty. You’re not going to get this prize penis for one night only. I’m yours and you’re mine. Until you believe that, we’re not having sex.”

My mouth drops on a wheeze. “What?”

“Don’t worry about going without. I’ll eat this pussy whenever you need a release.” His focus caresses my thoroughly sucked bits that are on full display.

“But what about you?” I fasten my gaze on his hard length ready to burst through denim.

“I’m satisfied with you feeding me sweet honey on a platter. This”—he takes a long lick through my center—“pleases me.”

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