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“Let me make you feel good.” Drake’s words ghosted against Alessandra’s lips.
“Mhm,” came her reply before they kissed.
Drake lifted Alessandra from the couch and helped her shimmy out of her leggings. He sat her astride his lap, and his fingers languidly skated over the silky skin of her upper thighs while he peppered kisses against her neck and collar.
“Please, Drake. I need you to make me come.”
Desiring to do just that, Drake slipped his hand into her panties and ran a finger along her seam. She wiggled her hips in an attempt to get him to slip the digit inside.
“Please don’t tease me,” she begged.
“As you wish.”
Drake moved Alessandra to the empty cushion beside him and slipped to the floor. He pulled her to the edge of the couch and pushed her panties aside. Her glistening slit greeted him.
“I’ve missed the taste of this pretty pussy. I love how your greedy cunt is always so wet and eager. Is this all for me?”
“Only for you, Drake,” she whimpered.
Drake licked between her folds. His tongue teased her with every long, slow pass. She squirmed against his face, and he pulled away enough to add his finger. He probed gently and retreaded just as quickly. His fingers drew light circles around her clit.
“You’re dripping, bella. You taste delicious. I could feast on you every day. Would you spread your legs for me whenever I need a quick snack?”
“Please…”
Drake chuckled when she attempted to gyrate against him. He grabbed her hips to still her movements and blew across her heated skin. She was always so eager, and he loved to prolong the moments of her pleasure. She could beg all she wanted but would wait until he was ready for her to come.
Wanting to taste every inch of her, Drake pushed her knees further apart. He buried his tongue deep inside Alessandra, expertly orchestrating her pleasure. It wasn’t long before her walls trembled and squeezed him. He stimulated her rear passage with his pinky finger while sucking her nub and flicking it with his tongue.
“Drake! Drake!” she cried as she gushed, drenching his chin with her juices.
His hand and mouth continued moving as she rode the final waves of orgasm. Drake pulled Alessandra against him and kissed her long and deep, allowing her to taste herself on his tongue.
***
Chapter Five
Drake helplessly watched his wife toss and turn all night. She whimpered and cried in her sleep despite his attempts to comfort her. She would settle into him only to repeat the cycle, and he gave up sleeping to stew over his guilt and anger beside her.
Love made Drake feel anything but light. He wasn’t soaring through the clouds. Instead, the beast he kept chained in the darkest recesses of his soul roared and attempted to break free. Alessandra called to every dark impulse he suppressed. He could no longer sit idly by while the woman he loved was in pain.
Drake vowed to make every person connected to her suffering pay. He wanted to give Alessandra everything, whatever it took, to make her smile again. If she asked for his heart, he was willing to cut it out and present it to her on a silver platter.
The urge to claim her repeatedly was strong. He would convince her and those around them that she was his—his for the loving, the fucking, and the protecting. The virile male within needed to bury his cock deep inside her and allow the beast to roar his release and spill his seed deep into her womb.
It was time to make her swell with his child. He wanted to walk down the street with his hand on her belly, grinning proudly because everyone would know it was his baby growing within her.
Alessandra whimpered, rolling onto her stomach and snuggling against her pillow. Drake slipped out of bed with a plan. He dug through his wife’s girly crap in the bathroom until he found a bottle of lavender lotion.
Drake returned to the bed and whispered comforting words to gently rouse her awake as he pulled her chemise over her head and helped her settle back onto the cushions. He squirted lotion into his hands and warmed it between his palms.
Alessandra moaned as his hands glided along the roughened skin of her back. He couldn’t take away the scars she bore from years of abuse, but he would ensure those men paid with their lives. He had to let the anger go; this moment was about soothing his wife and seeing to her needs.
He slid his hands to her shoulders and began kneading, feeling the tense bricks soften. He rubbed along her ribs and the soft skin of her breasts before pulling back and moving from her upper back to her lower back, paying attention to her knotted muscles. She groaned appreciatively as his thumbs worked out her soreness.
Drake couldn’t resist stopping to play with the magnificent globes of her ass. He grabbed her foot and gently kneaded and rolled his knuckles against her arches.
“Drake,” she moaned.
