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“No.” I tug on his forearm that’s cinched around my thigh. “Get inside me.”

“But your pussy—”

“Misses your cock,” I insist while yanking on him again.

The saddle wobbles beneath me as a reminder of my precarious position. Drake’s gaze locks on mine, nose andmouth still buried. My bared nipples pebble under his shameless attention. The piercings feel electrified, and I arch for his approval. Crinkles appear at the corners of his eyes to reveal he’s smiling. I brace myself but a zap shocks me when he gives my slit a farewell lick.

This man. Good grief. I try to give him a no-strings sexual favor and he turns me into a boneless heap for my gracious efforts. His lips are wet from the pleasure he wrung from me. A delayed spasm clenches my empty core, demanding to be filled.

He untangles our knotted limbs and I slump into the unstable seat. My legs twitch while sensation returns, the bent and suspended pose kinking my blood flow. Sweat slicks my skin regardless of the cooling temperature. I try to move but a rough groan stops me.

My heavy lids lower to where his are focused. Denim material gapes wide to expose my breasts. The babydoll dress is a disheveled mess. Buttons missing. Hem gathered at my waist. Sleeves better off as restraints. Laughter shakes my frame and I accept the shambles I’m in.

Meanwhile, Drake is too composed. He stands to his full height, giving me a view that sizzles and slaps. Only his jeans hang open and loose. Black fabric strains over the prize penis he returned to solitary confinement after I sucked him dry. He proceeded to treat himself to a double portion of dessert and left me in this predicament. What a pair we make.

It’s only fair I take a play from his book and even the score. My fingers fumble for the bottom of his shirt, grasping the two sides with purpose. The pearl snaps don’t stand a chance against my parting motion. A pleased sigh tumbles from me as his chiseled abs are put on explicit display for my ogling.

“That’s better.”

Drake glances at his bared torso. A smirk praises my efforts. His hand grabs mine, slapping my palm onto him. My nails curlinto him as if I could leave a dent. The guy might as well be a slab of rock. A filthy chuckle applauds my attempts, and I melt a bit more.

He leans forward to support himself on the wall, towering over my shaky state. I’m very much trapped between a cock and a hard place. His stare smolders into mine until I’m dizzy. A bent knuckle gently caresses the flush heating my cheek.

“Only my name comes from that dirty mouth,” he reminds.

I part my lips. “Yes, Drake.”

His eyes burn into molten blue. “Get my dick out.”

There’s no hesitation. My hand wraps around his steely length and tugs him free. A grunt puffs from him once he’s exposed to the bite in the air. His palms scoop under my ass. He uses that grip to lift me until I’m where he wants me. A nudge at my entrance earns a moan. The harsh thrust that follows rips a soundless scream from me.

“Ohhhhhh my—”

Drake’s fingers clench on my ass. “Whose dick are you on?”

“Yours,” I gasp. “Drake.”

“Again.”

“Fuck me, Drake.” A whimper spills from me as he forces himself deeper. “Only you, Drake.”

“That’s my good girlfriend,” he praises.

My eyes roll back when he slams forward to the hilt. His piercing immediately rubs my clit, hitting the spot that sparks fire to my veins. The stretch in my core aches with painful pleasure but I’m wet enough to take him easily.

Drake seals his mouth over mine, swallowing my next moan. Our tongues glide together to match the pace of him pounding me. I grab onto him while he sets a punishing tempo. The position I’m caged in demands compliance. Any resistance flees, allowing him to fill me to the brim. I’m already on edge, primedfrom the previous climaxes. Drake’s exhales paint my lips as our passion ignites into a feverish blaze.

As his cock strokes in and out, my fuzzy brain decides I’m just along for the fucking. He’s using me for both of our pleasure and I very willingly accept my role. The muscles in my inner thighs pinch as I spread wider. Drake is quick to hammer me harder. Our frantic motions shake the saddle stand. It’s probably seconds from collapse, much like me. A clench tightens my sex and relief is fast approaching.

A dry chuckle chides me. “Not yet, beauty.”

Drake suddenly pulls out and I whimper from the loss. Before I can demand his return, he flips me on the seat. My shoes touch the floor just as he bumps my ankles apart. I scramble for a handhold, fingers curling into leather as he slides in. A hoarse cry shreds my throat.

This angle sends him even deeper, reaching the place that makes me shatter. The slap of our hips connecting gains momentum. He’s mounting me into a frenzy. I’m crazed, mindlessly bucking against him.

His hands grip my sides, using the hold as leverage to spear me onto his length. I’m rocked forward and back in even strokes. My nipples rub on the suede seat, the friction going straight to my clit. The metal hoops drag back and forth from the rushed movements. Sensation balloons until I’m about to burst. That’s when a change in angle strikes.

“Oh, ohhhhh, what…?” My thoughts cut off as my clit grinds into the saddle, stroking me into submission. “This is… yes, yes! There. Don’t stop.”

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