Page 5 of Drill Session

“That’s a big ‘ole ass right there, mane,” he mumbled after me.

With my panties in tow, I sauntered in the direction of our lavish bedroom and tossed my heels on the floor, ignoring his panty wetting banter. As I leaned over on the king-sized bed, I skimmed through my Glam-Aholic suitcase, searching for something to wear to bed. Drill preferred me to go to bed naked, but I couldn’t give a fuck about his preference right now. For now, I’m giving him my ass to kiss it.

“You got a fuckin’ attitude.” He came over to me and asked, breaking my attention away from my suitcase. Slithering his muscular arm around my neck, he held it there and cuffed my pussy with the other hand. I gasped, feeling his thick nine-inch dick sway against the back of my thighs. “You need some fuckin’ act right for the way you showed out back there, bae,” he whispered in my ear before kissing it. The way his beard tickled the crook of my neck, I wanted to melt. He was swooning me in the best way he knew how. Mad or not, it was impossible to stay that way for long, because the second his thick, dark and veiny dick greets my pussy, all bets are off. Then six strokes later, I forget the reason I’m mad to begin with.

Tilting my head to the side, I gave him the neck room to do just about anything to me. When his tongue escaped his mouth and slithered across my neck, my knees buckled, and I sucked on my bottom lip like a baby. It felt so fucking good and he knew it too. “F-fuuuck,” I gasped.

“We ain’t got to that part yet baby,” he spoke, his voice low and deep.

“I have to showerrr,” I whimpered.

“You know you taste better when it got a ‘lil tang to it. How many times do I need to tell you that shit?”

I lost my breath when he started strumming my clit with his thumb. Like any other time, his dick won this battle, making it harder to resist him. My knee crashed into the plush comforter set and my stomach buckled as I reached my peak. He knew what he was doing, and I’d bet money that if I turned my head around, he’d be wearing that cocky smirk on his handsome ass face.

“Drill, stop!” Slapping at his hand, I sucked my teeth and sighed. Contemplation weighed me down heavy, almost sinking me like an anchor. Though I’d already given in, I wanted to put up a front.

A hissing noise escaped my mouth when I felt him spread my ass cheeks apart to tongue fuck my asshole.

“Even yo asshole taste sweet bae.” He grunted before diving his tongue back inside of my asshole again, sucking and slurping on my tight flesh. “Fuck girl.”

I was stuck with nowhere to run if I wanted to, Drill had me bent over, face up ass down as he devoured me from behind like I was his last meal. I loved the way he ate pussy, often I bragged about it because it just was thatfucking good. He put every guy before him to shame and whatever I thought pussy licking and tongue fucking was. Being ashamed to take those heights with me…to me,was something he wasn’t afraid to do, and he always made me comfortable. With me being vanilla in the bedroom, he always made sure I felt good and comfortable exploring those heights with him. I’ve never had my asshole licked or touched when I explored in sexual activities, that was the forbidden canal for childish men, but Drill did it effortlessly with no shame and tongue kissed me afterwards.

My neck craned as my boho knotless braids fell over my shoulder and flowed down my back, so I could get a better visual. The only thing I could see was the top of his head, riddled with deep waves.

“Baeeee,” I whimpered, not being able to handle it. Whether he was sucking on my pussy or tongue fucking me in the ass, I came, always. He made sure of it.

A hard slap to my ass had me scolding him. “What the fuck was that for?” I palmed my ass to soothe the sting.

“Now I’m bae, a while ago I was just a friend. You were showing out and shit back there on straight bullshit, fuck all that role playing shit, you don’t address me as no fucking friend.” A low growl rumbled in his chest before erupting into a vicious snarl. He frowned, making his handsome face look less attractive.

I stood up while I had the chance and turned around to face him, returning the frown. “You agreed on role playing and now you’re mad that I was enjoying it.”

He towered over me, so I stood on my toes, my eyes meeting his chin. “Naw, if I didn’t want to do that lame ass shit, I wouldn’t have agreed on it, Princess. That role playing shit was out the door when I came over there. Niggas and bitches touching all over you and ogling at you like a hot steak wasn’t part of the plan.”

“I’m sure bitches was ogling at you too, I wasn’t trippin’,” I stated in my defense. “You admitted that you were jealous, so that’s all there is to it Drill,” I smirked.

He tittered and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Jealous just a tad because you know how I feel about you and this pussy.I’d be crazy as fuck not to be over this good ass shit Akira.” Right foot then left he stepped closer to me and wagged his finger in front of my face. “You know what it feels like to have a lame ass nigga imposing and shit. I’m not included in that variable.”

I tilted my head and bit down on my lip. Emotions swarmed through me and my body was humming. Standing in front of him bare, my heart was doing flips. Drill and I never made it a thing to expose the way we felt about one another; sex did the talking for us. All the times he fucked me raw, whispered in my ear and uttered sweet nothings, sucked on my toes and ate my ass and pussy, I never doubted I was single after all of that, but Drill never mentioned it, so I didn’t impose. Day by day, my feelings grew stronger for him, and it was becoming harder not to admit that. Just like I wanted him, I knew he wanted me too and being on Lover’s Island, exposed with the beauty of love and lust surrounding us, soon we’d come to terms with that, at least I hope so.

“You getting out of hand with this jealous shit,” he muttered. “Let me show you why I’m so fucking jealous. Show you why you deserve braggin’ rights.”

In one swift motion, he turned me around and gently pushed me on the bed. My body sank on the beige plush comforter set. The expansive California king-sized bed easily swallowed my open suitcase, leaving ample space for Drill to stretch me out.

“Put your ankles above your head Princess,” he spoke lowly and stroked his dick. Precum oozed from the tip as he gently stroked his shaft, while never taking his eyes off me. His eyes were low and burgundy, evident that his high was making an entrance. Somehow, he managed to sneak some weed on the plane, enough to last him until our departure. I didn’t question it.

He was fine as fuck with a chiseled body; muscles ripped. The man's body was adorned with a myriad of tattoos, covering every inch from his neck all the way down to his toes. Intricate designs and vibrant colors danced across his skin, captivating the eyes of anyone who dared to look. Every night in deep thought with my head on his chest, his heartbeat thumped against my temple, I ran my fingertips across the dark shade, thinking vividly about what each tattoo meant and how they were significant to him.

“Drill,” I flung my head back and whined. “Is all this even necessary?”

As I lifted my head up, he was pulling his shirt over his neck and tossing it across the room. “Naw Princess, I’m ‘bout to show you better than I could fuckin’ tell you. I told you ‘bout fuckin’ playin’ with me. I ain’t right in the head when it comes to you, bae,” he groaned. Dipping his head down, he clutched his dick again and began stroking it again. More precum dripped from his pink mushroom tip and landed on my pussy. With a lazy smirk across his handsome face, he stuck his tongue out and slithered it across my pussy hole, tasting his cum.

“You wanna taste it bae.” He came over to me and nastily tongue kissed me, not allowing me to utter yes. It was never no when it came to tasting him. From the first time, when Drill turned me out nothing was off limits with him. Just like me, he loved the way he tasted too. He loved it even better after deep stroking my pussy, the mixture of my cream and his nut, was the perfect mixture. To let the taste settle on his tongue he smacked his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

As we kissed, he adjusted my body because my booty was hanging off the bottom of the bed. Pulling back, he licked and sucked on my neck leaving passion marks. With every sway, I felt his dick slap against my pussy making me hiss. “Sweet ass skin, girl,” he grunted.

I couldn’t withstand the heat I had to have him. My hunger for him was growing more and more intense. My desire for him was burning and in flames. The way he has me captive, has me on the edge. This shit was so lit that not even an icicle could tame the burn or ease the sensation. Drill had this way of making women crave him. It was his aura. Something powerful ignited within him, like a magnetic force to lure women to him. He couldn’t help it, and when the time came because the tables always turned, I was the jealous one, ready to rock a bitch to sleep for batting their eye lashes at him.

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