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“Uh-huh.”

Drake manages to fork another section of omelet to feed me. “Open wide.”

I do and my eyes nearly cross at the onslaught of sensations. “Might be the best thing I’ve put in my mouth.”

“Until you choke on my cock.”

I slurp on the excessive amounts of saliva that visual manifests. “Should’ve taken me up on that blowjob when you had the chance.”

“I’m enjoying your pussy too much.”

“Sounds like a personal problem.”

“But how does this feel?” He pulls out just to hammer me with his thick girth.

My teeth clack from the force. “So close.”

His grin stamps mine. “We can do better than that.”

“By all means,” I urge.

Drake is gracious to include me, but this isn’t a collaboration. Not when his piercing presses against my clit and I see stars. I cling onto him as he pounds us to the peak. His dick strikes atthat sacred area to finish me off. My nails dig into his shoulders while a spasm clamps my core. He curses and his steady motions stumble. A final thrust tips us into oblivion together.

I’m a quaking puddle of bliss when Drake cuddles me against his chest. We drift on a peaceful tide that prove simultaneous climaxes aren’t a myth. My ear absorbs the heavy thump of his heart, coaxing me into a trance.

His hand travels the length of my spine, dragging me deeper under his influence. “How are those squeaky wheels?”

“Thoroughly greased,” I exhale.

Drake kisses my temple. “Are you full?”

“Didn’t we just confirm that?” I mumble.

His chuckle bounces me on his pec. “There’s more omelet if you didn’t get enough.”

“You stuffed me to the brim.” My mind wanders through the afterglow. I could get used to this treatment if I’m not careful. That warning can be ignored for another five minutes. “Do you like to cook?”

“Yes, but it’s not very satisfying to eat alone.”

“Just like sex,” I whimper as his cock twitches inside of me. My vibrator collection is stellar but there’s no replicating his level of stimulation.

“Just as I predicted.” He tucks my head under his chin. “We were meant to find each other.”

Before I can argue his commitment status, the front door opens. I freeze in Drake’s hold. My pulse thunders as I wait for our unexpected guest to identify themselves.

“Cass?”

I exhale for a full minute when my cousin’s voice calls to me. She’s the best option in this scenario. Had it been my children, I’d probably expire on this island like rotten milk.

“In the kitchen,” I tell her.

Drake falters. “The fuck?”

“What?”

“I’m still inside you.” His eyes lower to where our bodies are joined at the hips.

“Time to go, trouble.” I straighten and push at his shoulder.

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