*
During the ride back, gone are the light touches and hand soothing gestures. Drake is detached and stone cold. When we arrive outside his house in Malibu, Drake stops and takes out his gate remote. His home, Italian style meets contemporary design, comes into view. It’s a rectangular villa made with limestone and bricks. His driveway is lit with embedded, small, circular lights along the pathway. The only word that comes to mind is stunning.
What I immediately notice is that his house is surrounded with a lot of wild blooms as well as an overabundance of lavender. The smell of lavender along with the smell of the ocean is rather intoxicating. The three-car garage door is stained and brushed to perfection in order to look rustic and Spartan. Old civilization meets contemporary. It was done in such a perfect blend of colors that it works beautifully, matching its owner.
Once inside the garage, Drake parks right next to his sports car and kills the engine. I release my arms from around him and get off the bike. I try to unlatch the strap around my helmet, but have a hard time doing so.
Fuck, I cuss inside my head. I hate helmets!
Drake, who already took off his, pulls me close to him and helps me with it. He is still on his bike, both legs apart, feet on the floor. He eyes me predatorily. Drake is simply sinful as he smolders. The dangerous vibe that emanates from him only gets me more excited.
“What?” I ask. My eyes devouring him.
“Lily.”
Drake’s eyes are dilated when he roughly pulls me against his thigh and captures my lips. His kiss is punishing, no holds barred as he obliterates my lips. It’s passionate, greedy, fervent and ardent with each kiss. I’m being consumed with no reservations. Moaning, I place my hands on the back of his head, locking it against mine. My world tilts as our tongues spar ferociously.
I want him so fucking much. My head chants it over and over, driving me insane.
Like I weigh nothing, Drake lifts me up and places me on the bike facing him with my legs on each side of the bike, sitting above his thighs.
His hands are all over me, caressing and probing. Still kissing me, his hands hastily slide the shoulder straps of my dress off, pushing it down just enough to expose my breasts. I’m breathless when his hands work their magic on my nipples. Both thumbs and fingers pinch, twist and pull in amazing synchronization.
“Drake,” I draw his name out with a whisper, panting.
His lips then seek my earlobe and nip all the way down to the base of my throat as his hands are still doing their delicious ministrations.
“You drive me so crazy, but I can’t get enough of you. God help me. I just can’t.” Drake places me on my back, on the gas tank, before he takes one erect nipple in his mouth.
God help me, indeed.
I arch my body more toward him, his mouth, and his hands while I tug at his hair every time he playfully bites my pebbled nipples. An animalistic growl comes from him. With enough force, Drake yanks my dress off my body, ripping it like it’s a piece of paper. My lips hang ajar as I look at my almost naked body, then look to the ripped dress that he carelessly flung on the floor.
“Open your legs wide,” Drake orders.
I only have my black lacy thong on. I plant my soles on both of his thighs. My legs are a little shaky when I part them to the furthest they can go.
Using his middle finger, he traces the outline of my thong, right over the folds of my sex. I shiver as I watch him with utmost concentration. His finger nudges the soft elastic to the side and his eyes lift, meeting my gaze. His lips are slightly parted, eyes simply fascinated. He is deliberately stroking me, in such a slow, turtle-paced speed I’m starting to get angry at the tease. “Arch toward me.”
I do as he asks while his slow-paced finger doesn’t accelerate at all. Drake bites the side of my breast as his middle finger punishingly strikes inside my entrance. I yelp at his crass invasion. The garage ceiling starts to spin above me to the motion of his finger. Drake is rough on me. I didn’t mention that I haven’t had sex in a year, well besides for when we were on the airplane. I’m wet, yes, but still, it stings.
Drake doesn’t even give me any indication when he suddenly rips off my thin, lacy thong while his finger is at its own mission. Twisting his wrist, his thumb fervently rubs against my core. My body starts to quake, my breasts shaking, and my back arching as I greedily ask for more. “Ahh, Drake . . .” I bite my lip as I moan his name.
He pulls out of me and shockingly sticks half of his middle finger inside my mouth. Our eyes connect. “Suck your juices off my finger.” Slowly, I suck, all the way to the base of it and up again while I watch him through my lashes.
“You look so wild and abandoned. I could nut just watching you like that.” I lick my lips when I see him take off his leather jacket and hastily place it behind me. When he takes his shirt off and dumps it next to my ripped dress, there is no going back. I hungrily eye him. His hands skim the sides of my thighs, all the way down to my ankles. Like a pro, he grabs my ankles and slides my body down toward him. Strong arms lift my legs onto his shoulders before his mouth ravages my inner core.
His hot invasion heats me further. Clutching his thighs, my nails dig through his jeans when he stabs his tongue in and out of me while his hands toy with my breasts.
I have no idea where I get the strength to balance my body in that peculiar position. I have never realized how flexible I am until now. Drake demolishes me with his tongue and fingers. My body tenses when my orgasm peaks. I scream his name like it’s my fucking salvation.
I’m sweating and panting hard when he comes up for air. “I’m going to destroy this nice, little, tight pussy, Babe. You won’t be able to move for a few days without hurting. Each time you do, you’ll be reminded how I tore this up.” When Drake searches for my lips, I am beyond dizzy.
I’m in a sexual trance. I am hooked, high and flying.
He gently places me back down while he cautiously gets up, unbuckles his pants and slides them down, mid-thigh. His thick, ready to combust cock catches my attention. The head is thick and fat. The silken length lined with pronounced veins. Everything about this man demands attention. Even his manhood is a sight to behold.
How the heck did he manage to get that in the last couple of times? I wonder.
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.
The longer we kiss, the more his cock starts to awaken again and pulsates to life. I’m ready to go for round two right here, but he sweeps us upstairs. When we pass his bed, I protest. “Bed, please. I want it on the bed this time.”
He laughs and slaps my ass hard again. He slowly pulls out of me and gently places me on the floor in the bathroom. My legs are shaky, but I manage to stand and not fall on my face. Drake turns on the whirlpool tub and fills it with lavender bath oil. The water is still running when he hoists me up and carefully places me inside the large tub. Drake jumps in behind me and gathers me in his arms. I sag against his hard torso. Perfection, I think with alarming satisfaction.
Please, don’t make me fall for him again.
“This feels nice,” I murmur against his chest.
“Did I hurt you? I don’t know if you noticed, but there was a little blood.” His fingers are gently touching my arm, stroking it mindlessly. I barely notice.
“It did in the beginning, but I’m just sore now.” I feel butterflies flutter about in my stomach when Drake murmurs sweet nothings while he massages my shoulders, kissing them from time to time.
I sigh, contently. “That feels so good. Please, don’t stop,” I purr when I feel his cock harden against my back.
Drake’s mouth starts to make its way around the curve of my neck while one hand is on my breast, the other starts to part my folds. Damn, I want him again.
When my hand reaches out behind me to stroke his length, he moves it away. “Relax and enjoy. I was selfish earlier. We still have a long night ahead of us.”
Hmm, I wonder what his plans are . . .
After Drake makes me come again in the tub, I’m beyond spent. He plucks me out of the tub, half asleep, as he wipes me down with a fluffy towel. He then whisks me off to his bed and tucks me in, naked.
It’s the last thing I remember before sleep catches up with me.