Page 451 of Now and Forever

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“Wake up!” Drake nuzzles his nose on the back of my head. His arms held me all night.

“How could you ask me to do that when you kept waking me up so many times last night that I lost count?” I grumble.

I flinch when I feel my overused muscles down south. Shit, it still stings.

When I feel his manhood harden against my back, I’m ready to throw in the towel. “I’m sore. You have to wait.”

He rolls on top of me, grinning. “I did warn you.”

Yeah, he did.

I thought he was just joking. He puts the word insatiable to shame. Drake looks happy. I suppose those orgasms did a good job.

“Stay the entire weekend with me. I already called in sick for both of us.” He suddenly looks unsure. “Just you and me…”

Three more days with Drake . . . that spells disaster of epic proportion.

Jared. Fuck, I’m supposed to meet him for dinner.

“Okay, I could do that, but I have to do something really quick tonight. Then, I’ll just drive out here. I . . .”

“You’ve got yourself a deal, woman.” Drake’s eyes twinkle as he looks down on me smiling.

“What?” I ask at his grinning face.

He shakes his head. “I just realized how awesome it is waking up with you in bed.”

Oh.

“That’s . . . nice,” I finally manage to respond after a few seconds of pausing.

“What time do you have to leave?” Drake lightly inquires while his eyes rove over my slightly exposed breasts. He is clearly already distracted.

My breasts are raw and sensitive from his fondling last night, but that doesn’t seem to stop him. I’m relieved when he just uses his tongue, flicking them with it, while his eyes look at me squarely, waiting for me to answer his question.

Crazy man. “I’m hoping to leave around five, and then I’ll be back tonight.”

“Good, good,” Drake whispers as he lowers himself in between my parted thighs.

I tense. Oh, my, freaking gods! When will he stop?!

“Drake! No! I’m sore!” I squawk, out of breath.

The man gives me a wicked smile as he lifts both legs and places them on his back. “I’m just going to eat you out . . . nothing more, nothing less . . . Well, unless . . . you want to do other things, that is. Then, I’m up for it.”

“But . . .” I linger as the first touch of his tongue delves in between my folds. The ministrations are soft and hot, but he executes with such precision it is mind-numbing. Goodness! Is this his specialty? Likely . . .

“Drake! Drake!” I bellow, my hand clutching a bunch of his hair as I press my hips against his expert mouth.

My body tightens. My vaginal muscles clench, anticipating release. I half sit-up, loving the sight of Drake in between my legs; it arouses me more than ever. He jolts me when he instantly shakes his head, making his tongue flick back and forth in my wet core.

His eyes dare me to let go and I’m getting there . . . almost at the finish line. I hear him groan when his hands lift my hips and his fingertips grip my ass.

Fucking. Hell. I pant, watching him as my breasts shake from the small quakes that my body is going through. “Give it to me . . . I’m almost there . . .” I beg and beg.

His right middle finger goes underneath his tongue, gathering my wetness in circular motions. I arch my torso with my hands planted straight behind my back as I stare at the ceiling. I bite my lip when I feel that finger slide down on that small line in between my pussy and my anus. That finger teases the sensitive line. My body is set on fire when it slides lower, rubbing my backdoor entrance with determined purpose.

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