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Chapter 170

Something wakes me up, but it feels too good, soothingly good, it puts me back to sleep. I moan when I feel a tongue circle my entrance.

“Drake,” I utter, somewhat asleep.

I feel him slowly come up toward me through my parted legs and claim my lips. “Didn’t mean to wake you . . . but it’s hard to resist temptation when you’re so close in my reach,” he says in between kisses. I love how his body presses against mine as he kisses me. His lips go for my neck, soft kisses almost putting me back to sleep.

“Babe?”

I merely grunt. What now? I’m still jet-lagged and my body is still reeling from it.

Why isn’t he tired?

“Is it okay if I just . . . do whatever I want with your body?” Drake asks, using his uber-hot bedroom voice.

Like I’m going to dream of declining that offer.

“Whatever, go ahead. I’m going back to sleep.” I barely get my response out when he demolishes my lips.

Again.

I happily smile when he breaks our kiss. His lips trail lower, back to where he was earlier. The way his tongue strokes and probes, it’s somehow gentle and calming . . . but fucking good. I have no idea how long he eats me out because I’m going in and out of my sleeping state, but I do wake up when the head of his cock pushes at my entrance as he slowly thrusts all the way in, hitting the very depths of me.

“You’re so tight, you push me back out. I fucking love it. I love everything about you.” Drake obsesses about me being tight. His breathing is ragged against my neck before he rams inside my sore entrance again.

I’m gasping for air when he hammers it into me with such force that I think I’m seeing stars. His hands lift my hips, gaining more access, deepening within me.

I tighten at the odd sensation. “Oh my, you’re hitting the wall of my cervix.” I’m not sure if I like it or not. It just feels weird.

“Open your legs wider. I want more of you.” He commands and I nervously follow suit.

Drake is definitely bossy and dominating in bed, but who doesn’t like a man who knows that he’s The Boss? It’s such a turn on.

“The more I fuck you like this, the easier it will become. You just need to adjust and get used to my size,” he speaks in between thrusts, against my lips. “It’s fucked up that I’m getting more aroused, knowing you’re this tight. The thought of me stretching you until you can’t take any more of my size, gets me so damn hard. You feel like a virgin, just like that night, tight as a glove around me, as it suctions my cock back into this unused hole.”

Lord, help me.

“I’m not going to stop you. I love . . .” I cry out when he starts to pummel me harder.

“You love what?” he asks in between kisses.

Fuck.

I fucking love him.

Still.

After all these years, it is still there, sitting, biding its time until I free it again.

“You drive me crazy. I can’t get enough of you,” I confess a different truth. Drake need not know the other one.

He takes me hard and fast. I come and almost pass out. Drake is still coming. I notice that he didn’t use condoms again. It’s the third time. I really have to remember to speak to him about that.

I’m a blink away from sleep when he kisses my chest, panting. He pushes his cock a few more times. “I hope I’m not too late.”

Shit.

I try to control my breathing because I somehow know that Drake thinks I’m fast asleep. His face is in between my breasts. My heart stops when I hear him again. “I love you. It’s always been you.”

Double shit.

That can’t be true because if he did love me all this time, he could’ve called or visited me, but he didn’t do any of those things. In fact, he simply didn’t do anything.

No, it’s not love. He’s just high on sex hormones.

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