Page 20 of Diamonds & Deception

“You’re big.”

Drake grins from ear to ear, and holy hell, he’s even hotter. “I won’t hurt you.” He hovers over me and kisses me tenderly on the lips. “I’ll go slow. Tell me what you like and what you don’t like.”

“I like you, Drake.” I didn’t mean to say it like that. All warm and fuzzy. But the way his smile softens, from the proud owner of a gigantic cock to a tenderhearted man, my heart swells.

“I like you too, Nora.” He drops another kiss before sitting back on his knees and covering himself with a condom.

Gah. I hadn’t even asked if he had protection. I have an IUD, but I’m still careful. Drake and I haven’t talked about sexual partners, and right now, I definitely don’t feel like having that conversation. I appreciate him taking care of this.

He returns to me, sliding his tongue along my lower lip, and does the same with his dick along my slit. It’s slow, sensual, and driving me mad. I hold on to his shoulders and pull him in for a deeper kiss, taking his tongue into my mouth and lifting my hips to him.

He puts the tip in, then pulls out.

“You’re killing me.” I curl my legs around him and dig my heels into the backs of his thighs, pushing him in deeper.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“More.” I’m hungry for him. Starved. Ravaged. I’m so wet he has no trouble gliding in. His fullness stretches me, and I clench around him.

“Fuck, Nora. Don’t do that, or I won’t last.”

Instinctively, I clench again, which draws out a string of curses from his beautiful lips. He’s fully immersed in me, and I lift my hips, hurrying the pace. He feels so good. I’ve never been so full, so stretched.

Drake rubs himself against me, teasing my clit, and I’m close to coming again. He slips a hand between our joined bodies and rubs me. I feel myself climbing. Faster, faster, I set the pace, not letting him slow down.

I tip my head back and embrace the orgasm that’s about to explode through my entire body. Drake covers my mouth with his as he swallows my scream. I feel him stiffen above me, and he follows with his own release.

We’re both sweaty, breathing heavily, and exhausted. He’s still supporting himself so he doesn’t crush me, his head smashed to the pillow next to my head.

“You’re incredible,” he whispers in my ear.

“I’m pretty sure you did ninety-nine percent of the work.”

“Give me a few minutes, and I’ll be ready for round two.”

“Round two?”

“I warned you about not being able to walk for a week.”

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