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Drake’s cock jerks against me. “Fuuuuuck.”

“Yep, that’s the idea. Give me that prize penis, trouble.”

I flop onto the couch and spread my legs. Just as predicted, the luxurious softness swaddles me until I’m drowning in comfort. Drake follows me down and drapes his body over mine. My knees lift to bracket his hips. The skirt of my dress pools around my waist, exposing me for his taking.

He props an arm over my head to hold his weight off me. The other hand dives between my thighs to find me wet and wanting. I arch into his touch, but it’s not enough. My restless movements guide him and there’s a harsh yank at the crotch of my panties. Cool air tickles my slick flesh but the fever in my blood chases that bite away. The lust wafting off Drake does the rest.

He’s better than a blanket, heating me from the inside out. We’re pressed close, almost there. I tilt my hips and his dick teases my entrance. He swoops to kiss me just as a solid thrust shoves him to the base. My gasp is swallowed by his groan, our mutual pleasure exhaling between us.

“Always ready for me,” Drake breathes against my parted lips. “My good cowgirl.”

“Just for you.” I mewl while my pussy stretches to accommodate his girth. That slight ache adds to the pleasure. “This house was the best foreplay too.”

He slides in and out at a frenzied rate to satisfy our hunger. “Should’ve brought you here sooner.”

My legs shift higher on his sides to send him deeper. “I would’ve come running.”

“Better late than never, hmm?” His piercing grinds into my clit and tingles burst free.

“Ohhhhhh, yes. There.”

Primal gratification rumbles from him. “That’s right, beauty. I know what you like. Only I do this to you.”

I’m already nodding. “Only you.”

Drake palms my ass and uses the grip as leverage to strike harder. I widen my thighs, desperate to be stuffed to the brim. His girth forces my resistance to concede. My hips buck against his, the slapping obscene. At least the cushions are large enough to accommodate our position.

His breath is hot on my throat while he travels lower. I spear my fingers into his hair, shoving my concealed breasts into his face. The grumble he expels is muffled by the fabric. My neckline is modest, restricting his access. A loud rip announces how he feels about being denied. I glance down to see my dress torn down the middle. His gaze leaps to mine, searching for a reaction but he doesn’t stop fucking me. My wardrobe malfunction is a problem for later. The thrum under my skin is addictive, gaining momentum with each stroke.

“Harder,” I whimper.

He complies, his cock spearing me at a punishing rhythm while he yanks my bra down. A smirk slants his mouth before he dips to latch onto my nipple. His teeth tug at the loop hooked in the pebbled point. The friction sends shocks straight to my clit.

I jolt while sensation spreads. A hoarse cry explodes from my lungs. There’s a clench in my core, clamping onto him as he sends me over the edge. A final strike from his piercing gets me there. Warmth flows from my center, the relief instant. I feel Drake grow thicker as spasms control me.

His motions become jerky when he pushes into me and stills. He bellows, the guttural sound bursting through me. I grip onto him as we ride the current. Heavy exhales rise and fall from his chest to mirror mine. There’s no beginning or end to where we’re connected.

As the pleasure ebbs and subsides, our frantic demands rest. My palm drifts along Drake’s back. The lazy caress sprouts goosebumps and his smile stamps my skin. Our sweat begins tocool. He lifts his bulk off me but doesn’t pull out. An aftershock zips up my spine. His eyes roll back while he trembles.

“I’ll never get enough,” he groans.

“That’ll save me the trouble of hunting you down. Not gonna lie, moving isn’t high on the list right now.” This sofa might as well be a throne. “We’re definitely keeping the sex dungeon.”

Drake’s smirk is drowsy. “There’s more to it than that. You didn’t see the bedrooms yet.”

“Plural?” I lift my brows. “More of a castle, huh?”

“Two are reserved for the twins.”

“What?” My voice is barely a whisper.

He goes still above me, wildly searching for answers in my expression. “Is that too much?”

“Did you decorate them?”

He cringes. “No, I thought we could do that together.”

Emotion rushes through me, bubbling until I can’t contain it. “I love you.”

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