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“That’s dangerous,” she managed to rasp out, and I smiled as I savored the taste of her. She was so aroused, so sensitive…
So greedy.
My hand dug into her hips, yet it couldn’t stop her from writhing and from grinding her sex into my mouth. My tongue pushed into her pulsing hole, and at the stroking of my thumb against her swollen clit, I was rewarded with a fresh dose of her release.
She moaned and called out my name over and over again, like a prayer, desperate, affectionate… infatuated.
I couldn’t get enough of her movements. They were so electric, so sensual… it drove me crazy to see how I could bring her completely under control. Without this, she was a tough cookie, stern, focused, reserved. But, here, in the intimacy of this moment and in my mind, she had completely submitted to me, and I adored her for it.
“Drake,” her hand reached for my head as she moaned, needing something solid to hold on to. Grabbing hold of her legs, I parted them even wider and slung them over my shoulders. My head lowered once again, my hand and finger working in tandem, and she fell apart.
She came with a scream that she tried to control. Her hand slapped over her mouth, while the other dug into the chair’s handle. She tried her best to pull away, beyond sensitive, and I allowed her to but only after sucking on her clit one more time. I was ravenous now and needed to be inside of her and soon grabbed her as though she weighed nothing and took her to bed.
Chapter Forty
Evelyn
I didn't know how I would ever be able to move again, but as he fucked me from behind, his hands wrapped around my hips and my ass hitting his abdomen, I knew that it was going to be an ordeal. The previous time he had been civil. He had been thorough, and the pleasure had been exquisite, but this time around, I knew that he had been holding back prior. He fucked me with abandon, as though something had come over him. He couldn't be satiated, couldn't be asked to slow down. He chased his pleasure with my body like a madman, and I fell in love with him with every passing second.
By the time I was flung onto my back and my legs were caught once again so he could ravage me from the front, I had lost count of how many times I had come. He was so rough yet so attentive at the same time, and the combined mix was potent. Eventually, though, as he collapsed on the side of the bed beside me, I could barely string a coherent thought together.
I hoped with all my heart that he would stay a little longer with me but didn't exactly expect it to happen. To my surprise, he cradled me in his arms, held me tightly to his body, and I melted into him like wax. For a few seconds, I was a bit concerned about his silence, but then he leaned forward in the dimness of the room and kissed me. My neck, the base at the back of my head, my lips. I was so overwhelmed with emotion for him, and it exhausted me to my very bones.
It only took a few seconds as I shut my eyes, and the next moment, I woke up, and to my surprise, I met him still fast asleep, and that I was still in his arms. With any other man, it would have felt directly suffocating and uncomfortable, but with him, I never wanted to leave.
We were facing the window, and the sun was just rising. The scene beyond was breaking as I watched the daylight slowly filter in. He shifted a couple of times behind me, and through it all, I couldn't believe how intimate this felt, how close he was to me. Every part of his naked body was pressed against mine, and to say it was magical was an understatement.
Sighing, I knew that it would soon come to an end. From what I can remember, this day, just like the others, would be packed with activity, but the good news was the wedding would be in two days, and I was looking forward to that. It also meant that the time for my separation from Drake would be coming soon, and suddenly the world seemed bleak. I could feel my body tense up with worry, but then once again, I admonished myself that this had been the agreement. Therefore, I should try my very best to enjoy myself to the fullest today.
I sighed and shifted even closer, feeling his erection begin to prod against my lower back. He was awake now, I was sure of it, and despite concluding earlier that it would be best to remain still until he was ready to leave, I decided now to be a little bit audacious. Hopefully, he would be in an excited mood as well and fuck me before he left. It was the exquisite start to the day that I so desperately needed.
I waited a few seconds, and true to the expectation, he leaned forward and kissed my cheek.
“Keep moving like that and we might not get out of bed today,” he said in the raspiest voice ever. It was deeper than usual yet so silky smooth that I felt myself begin to leak between my thighs.
“I would love that,” I said, and for a moment he went still, quite surprised at my words, and then he held me even tighter.
I loved the way he squished me so close as though I weighed absolutely nothing, and as a result, I couldn't help but reach behind to take a hold of his cock. It truly was hardening, so I lifted my leg just a little, and he was soon situated exactly where I needed him to be. I was slick, and so having him rub through my wet folds made my eyes shut closed and my breathing ragged.
“Do you know what the plan is today?” he asked. “Any activities we have to be present for?”
I could barely think as I writhed my hips, riding his cock with my sex, making him harder, slicking him up. He released a groan as well and buried his face in the crook of my neck. I loved the way he breathed me in, and then he kissed my skin, and I shivered all over.
This was an elite way to wake up, and I stored every passing moment of it to memory.
“We have a...” I tried to think of his earlier question as I stroked the head of his cock in my opening. I teased him by pushing him slightly in and then pulling out, and his arm tightened around me.
“You're fucking killing me,” he breathed, and I smiled.
“We have a golf tournament today. That vogue photographer is coming over... it's going to be like a magazine shoot, I think. At least, that's what I heard Victoria has planned.”
He, however, didn't respond because by now, I was taking him all the way in. I pushed my ass against him, relishing the sweet fucking fill of him stretching me to the brim all the way to the hilt. At the end, I was gasping for breath, and my entire frame arched.
“Fuck,” he cursed, and I nodded in understanding. No one filled me up like him. Nothing else fucking felt like his cock. He grabbed my breast then, his hold so rough that my sex trembled around him. I was weak, couldn’t think straight anymore, so my attempt at having a conversation in the midst of it completely failed.
I urged him to move despite the fact that he wanted to take his time. He obliged, but pretty soon and once again, he was out of control. Perhaps I could hold my moans the previous night somewhat, but this morning all of my self-control seemed to have broken into pieces.
Eventually, in panic, I buried my face into the pillow, but there was something about this angle and the way he held me that made me want to lose my mind. Or perhaps it was because I was so rested from the previous night and so at peace that all that flooded my head was extreme lust. The illicit sounds of our ragged breathing and the wet movements of our most intimate parts filled the room. Everything smelled and sounded like sex, primal, unbridled, desperate sex, and my brain emulated from the intensity.
