Page 38 of Diamonds & Deception

“Me? It’s your fault. You’re the one who made me—” Drake stops me with his sharp gaze. “Oh god, Drake. You’re torturing me with this thing.”

His eyes soften. “If you want to take it out, you can. I’ve only been playing, but I’m sorry if you’re not enjoying the teasing.”

The odd thing is, I am. Sort of. If the buzzing leads to Drake touching me, or even kissing me, I could handle it better. But I don’t want the sensation between my legs when his lips aren’t even on mine.

“There’s no replacing the real thing.”

“Hell, this better not replace me. I only wanted to play, to enhance your orgasm.”

“All this has done is prime me so the second you do touch me, I’ll be a goner.”

“That’s not a bad thing.”

“I guess if you only want to touch me for a second.”

“Babe.” He settles his hands on my hips. “Just because you come doesn’t mean I stop touching you. Haven’t you picked up on that yet?”

“I know but...”

He turns serious and strokes my cheek. “I just want to bring you pleasure. If you’re not enjoying it, I’ll stop.”

“Oh, I enjoy it completely, but I need to touch you.”

A growl escapes his lips, and he walks me backward to the dining room table. A wicked grin forms on his lips, and he slips his hand into his pocket, turning on the vibrator again. Did he not listen to a word I said?

I grip the edge of the table and squeeze my thighs together. I grit my teeth and curse him. He doesn’t stop the vibrator, and I’m seconds away from my release, which is what I want anyway.

Drake glides his hand up my thigh and under my panties, then inserts two fingers while bringing his mouth down on mine. I explode under him, bucking my hips into his hand and tearing at his shoulders while I kiss him roughly. The orgasm doesn’t let up and lasts longer than I’ve ever experienced.

“Christ, Nora.” He snaps his hand away, his fingers replaced with his cock. I tip my head back on the dining room table and scream out my release.

“Yes.” I lock my ankles behind his back and push harder against him. The vibrator stops and he snatches it away. I gasp at the sudden shift of him against me.

“Fuck, baby.” He slows his pace and sucks my lower lip between his teeth. “I need to get a condom.”

I’m so lost in sexual bliss I didn’t even realize he entered me bare. I’ve always demanded my partners wear a condom, even though I have an IUD. I haven’t known Drake for very long, and I still don’t know if I trust that he had nothing to do with my sister, but right here, right now, I trust him.

“Stay.” I squeeze my legs tighter around his hips. “Birth control,” I say between pants.

“You sure?” He drives his tongue into my mouth, the tension in his body as tightly wound as my own.

“God, yes.” I grip his neck and hold him to me, my tongue mimicking where our bodies are joined. I want it rough and hard. I can’t get enough of him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He traps my head between both hands and kisses me with passion and tenderness.

I’ve never felt anything like this before. Not just in the kiss or the way he’s pumping into me, but in my chest as well. I’m cherished, appreciated, and making him lose control. The small sense of power is intoxicating.

“One more time for me, baby. Come on my cock.” He reaches between us, and all it takes is one stroke to put me over the edge.

We come together, tugging, pulling, groping, cursing. I can’t move a single limb. My legs drop from around him and fall open. My lower back arches up from the table, but his weight keeps me secure, otherwise, I’m pretty sure I’d melt onto the floor.

“Holy fuck,” he growls in my ear.

“Mmm.” My voice is as weak as my limbs.

Drake drops tender kisses along my collarbone, and I feel him unbutton his shirt. He’s still completely clothed. When he has the buttons undone, he pulls off his shirt and pushes up from me. I immediately miss the weight of his body.

His flaccid dick slips out, and I moan, as does Drake. He wads up his shirt and cleans between my legs. I’m sensitive and can’t help the flinch.

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