Page 448 of Now and Forever

He sits back down, his cock positioned upwards stiffly. Drake gathers me in his arms. I wind my arms around him, as he places my legs over his thighs. My sex is pressed against his hard, hot length while we make out again. I cry out when Drake breaks our kiss and trails his mouth across my jaw to my earlobe.

“Do you want me?” he whispers against my ear while he grabs hold of his cock and pats it against my wet mound.

“Drake . . . I . . . want you . . .” I’m under his mercy. There’s no doubt about that.

“How much?” he angrily asks.

I know he is referring to our conversation from earlier in Laguna Beach, but I’m past caring. At this point, I will say yes to anything. “Very much.”

“Go ahead. Take as much as you want. Ride this cock until you can’t take it anymore. I want you to have your turn to enjoy it because, once you’re done, I will take as much pleasure as I can from this tight cunt. My cock will own, burn, sting and fucking mark you. You will not be the same woman.”

God, dirty talk, plus Drake . . . Kill me now. It’s so fucking sexy.

He hastily lifts my hips and positions me above the head of his shaft. Calmly, I lower my body and stop when the tip hits the spot right outside my entrance. With one hand on his shoulder, I snake the other down to seek out his length. I hear him hiss when I gently stroke it. I slowly rub my wet folds over it again and again.

“Oh, God! You feel so good,” I cry out in pleasure.

When I can’t take it anymore, I gently press my hips down. The head of his shaft slips inside me. “Fuck, baby. Don’t tighten around my cock like that or I’m not going to last long. Ease up a bit.”

I’ll try.

Using slow motions, I start to acclimatize to his length and girth. He’s not even halfway in and it already feels full. “Baby! Fuck! Are you okay?”

I bite my lip, unsure. “Yeah, it’s just . . . it’s been a year and half since I last had sex, before you. It’s taking a little longer for me to get used to it, I guess.”

Drake smiles, surely pleased. “You have no idea how that pleases me. Do you trust me, babe?”

I nod. “Yes,” I whisper before Drake captures my lips, barely half of his cock inside me. His thumb manically rubs my core, stimulating me more. When it is dripping with wetness, he asks me again if I trust him. I whisper yes and capture his lips again.

His large hands caress my back. Both hands grip my ass cheeks so tightly. I moan in between kisses. He slaps my left cheek, hard. I yelp against his lips. I’m so focused on the hot stinging pain of my skin that I don’t notice him hold my hips and push them down his thick length. All the way down.

“Drake!” I sob as the hellish raw sting of his cock wreaks havoc on my body. My nails dig through the skin of his shoulder.

“Shhh . . . it’s over now.” Drake tries to soothe me.

His cock is huge. Inside me, it feels monstrous. Getting back in position, I start to move gently.

“Does it still hurt?” he asks as he starts to rub my mound.

“A bit.” I close my eyes and focus on his cock. After a few times of sliding it in and out of me, the pleasure overpowers the burning sting. If it’s possible for him to get any bigger, it does.

It simply adds to my pleasure.

“Better?” he asks and I simply nod. My body starts to demand more and so I up my speed, riding him. “I’m going to get us inside, but don’t stop fucking me. Hold on, tight.”

It’s difficult to move my hips while he gets us inside the house, but I manage. We enter the garage door that leads inside his home. The second we get inside, Drake slams me against the wall.

“Forgive me, but I have to take you. Right now.” Drake doesn’t even give me a chance to respond because he starts fucking me against the wall so hard that I become like a rag doll, limp in his arms and thrust around. Within seconds, I’m coming apart and I scream so loud, his house echoes for a while with my high-pitched screams. “Wrap your legs around me. I’m going to fuck you harder.”

Harder?

Yes, harder.

Lightning speed hard. My orgasm is weaving through me while I scream his name in vain, over and over again. Drake joins me, barking my name out before he unloads his semen inside my womb. He makes little, tense thrusts while he rides out his own orgasm.

Breathless, Drake wipes the damp hair off my forehead, pushing it aside as his eyes seek mine. His cock twitches inside me. Something flashes in his eyes, but before I catch it, he lowers his head and kisses me softly.

This kiss feels entirely different . . . personal, somehow.

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