Page 20 of Desert Loyalties
I pull back, smirking up at her. “What? You want something?” She nods biting her lip, her cheeks flushed, eyes burning with a fire.
My hands run up her sides, grabbing her tits, before running my fingers over her nipples, circling. My eyes don’t leave hers as I pinch both nipples at the same time causing her body to jolt. She keeps moaning, desperate cries falling from her lips.
I smirk against her pussy, my other hand coming back down to her opening. My fingers slide in. She’s so tight and warm, her hand tries to pull my head tighter, grinding against my face. “Please.”
I slide another finger in, pumping them in and out, she screams trying to pull my hair off. I pull back, “Hands on the glass, don’t move them, am I clear?” I growl. She nods. My eyes not leaving her, making sure she doesn’t move her hands. I lean back in, running my tongue up and down her slit, before plunging my tongue in again, fuckin’ her with it, she grinds down on my face, desperate for more. I grab her hips, pulling her closer, so I can be deeper. She moans. I start licking her clit again, circling it, before sucking on it. Her breath hitches, her moans getting louder.
I hum against her, before speeding up. I move my hand to her pussy, sticking two fingers in, my tongue back on her clit, she moans louder. I pump my fingers in and out of her, feeling her muscles clench down on them. Her body is shaking, her moans filling the room. “Drake. I’m close.” Skye breathes out. I suck on her clit again, moving my fingers faster. Her pussy clenches down on my fingers again, “Fuck, Drake. Fuck.” She screams, legs shaking, her orgasm hits her. I don’t slow down, my fingers hitting the spongy part inside of her again and again as her orgasm keeps going.
She’s shaking when her legs give out, and I’m there in an instant with my arms around her, I lift her like she weighs nothing. Shemelts against me, breath shallow, skin flushed, and completely undone.
I carry her to the bed, laying her down gently. Her body is bare, beautiful, and boneless with aftershocks still rippling through her. Me? I’m still fully dressed and hard enough to hurt, but this moment isn’t about me.
She stares up at the ceiling, chest rising and falling, then turns her head to look at me. Her lips are parted, eyes heavy-lidded, and there’s a faint, dazed smile curving her mouth.
“That was…” she breathes out, voice hoarse and soft.
I sit beside her, brushing a damp strand of hair from her forehead. “Yeah,” I say quietly. “It was.”
There’s a pause, just the sound of her breathing and my heart pounding like a war drum in my chest. She doesn’t move, just watches me.
I lean down and kiss her temple. “You good?” I ask.
She nods slowly. “More than good. Just… wasn’t expecting that.”
I smirk, letting my thumb trail lightly along her arm. “Neither was I.”
Then I stand and pull off my cut, slow and deliberate, catching the way her eyes follow every movement. “But I’m not done showing you exactly what being mine means.”
Her breath catches again, and this time she reaches for me.
Chapter 8
SKYE
I reach for Drake, steadying myself on the bed while reaching for his waistband. My fingers brush the button of his jeans, and I look up at him through my lashes. He’s watching me.
I rise up on my knees and kiss him slowly, like he didn’t just make me weak in the knees.
Undoing the button of his jeans with a quiet snap, I tug the zipper down, the sound loud in the silence between our breaths. He doesn’t rush me. Just watches, eyes burning.
Drake steps back just enough to shed the last of his clothes, standing in front of me naked, unapologetic, and entirely mine in a way that steals the air from my lungs.
My eyes trace over him, not just because of the way he looks, but because of the way he looks at me. Like I’m something he never thought he’d have but now refuses to lose.
There’s tension in his body, its coiled and tight. I can see how much he’s holding back, not out of hesitation, but restraint. It’s in the way his fists clench for a second at his sides before he breathes out and climbs on the bed.
I lie back on the sheets as he covers me with his body. Feeling him between my thighs, his cock hot against my skin, is a great fuckin’ feeling. He rocks his hips, gliding between my folds, coating his tip with the wet evidence of my desire.
The moment his tongue touches mine, he’s pressing the head of his cock to my entrance. I break our kiss and lay back. Not to hide, but to look up at him, wanting to see him in the moment we become one. His cock parts my flesh as he slides inside me in a long, slow thrust until his balls are pressed against my ass.
The breath is punched from my lungs. My eyes start to flutter shut from the intensity of it but I don't let them. No, I look at Drake with his neck coiled tight and eyes squeezed shut. I can tell, he's trying to hold back, to rein it in.
I don't let him. I clinch my pussy around his cock, and his eyes spring open staring down at me.
"Don't you dare hold back." I hiss, squeezing him tighter.
The band breaks, in one second, he goes from being sweet Drake to rutting into me like an animal.
