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I moan again for him, louder this time. He licks a bead of sweat from between my breasts before kissing and sucking on my nipples. Drake reaches down and finds my clit, rolling it in between his fingers. I cry out and try to twist away from his hand, the sensations all too much.
"Take it, Melissa. Take what I give you. Come for me, my filthy angel. Let go."
"I… oh, God, I…"
So close, I'm so close. I feel myself breaking open, gushing, pulsing, and preparing for what is sure to be a life-altering orgasm.
"I can't, I can't, I can't hold on…" I whimper, my voice getting higher and higher, breaking at the end.
"Then let go. I've got you, baby. I want to hear you scream for me. I've got you. Let go."
My orgasm slams into me, stealing the breath from my lungs. I jerk and scream and convulse in his arms, my pussy squeezing and releasing around his hard cock.
"That's it," he growls. "Come harder for me. Come so damn hard."
He fucks me right through my orgasm, never letting up. I cry out again, clutching his biceps so hard my nails bite his skin. I need something to anchor me, to make sure I'll eventually be able to come back from this other plane of existence he's just sent me to.
"Drake, Drake, Drake," I moan, saying his name over and over again like a prayer, like a spell, like it's the only word I know.
"Yeah, fuck, yeah, give it to me, Melissa. One more, give me one more." In one fluid motion, he flips us around so I'm on top of him. "Ride me, love. Show me what you can do."
I've never done this before, but my body takes over as I lift myself up on my knees and drop my body back down on him, impaling myself on his dick. We both moan at the contact.
"God, you're so deep like this," I tell him, not sure where the words are coming from, just knowing I need to say them.
Drake growls again, his expression one of pain and pleasure. I know he's holding his orgasm back, though it looks like it hurts him to do so. Suddenly, my only mission in life is to make him come.
I spread my hands out over his chest for better leverage as I bounce up and down. Drake's hands glide up my thighs and rest on my hips helping me find my rhythm. I grind down, angling him just where I want him, and then lift up, squeezing my pussy around his dick, earning me a grunt each time.
"I'm close sweetheart. I'm not going to last much longer."
His hands slide up my sides and around to my breasts, cupping one in each hand. He kneads the soft flesh and tweaks my nipples, sending a spike of pleasure straight to my clit. I ride him faster, harder, wanting both of us to shatter together.
My legs shake and my movements become jerky as I start to lose control. Drake grips my hips again, harder this time. He holds me still as he fucks up into me, stuffing me full of his cock and hitting my most sensitive spot every time.
My orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, and I'm instantly drawn under.
I'm vaguely aware of a guttural, primal noise escaping my throat, or maybe it's Drake. We come together in a glorious fury for what feels like forever.
I collapse on top of him, a sweaty, shaky mess. He's still pumping into me, lazily, draining us both of the last of our pleasure. I feel his arms go around me, holding me close. I didn't realize I needed that too, needed his tenderness after such an intense, almost violent orgasm. Drake seems to know I need him to hold me together after he broke me apart.
"You're incredible," he whispers before kissing the top of my head. I can't do anything except nod my head and hum in acknowledgment. Drake chuckles and strokes my back in a calming gesture.
Eventually, we pull ourselves out of bed and shower for the day. I wanted him to join me, but Drake said my pussy needed a break. I pouted at him, but he's right. God, I feel deliciously used, but yeah, I'm a little sore from all the orgasms.
We picked Carson up a few hours ago, and we're getting ready to have Indie, Walker, Mable, and Drake's mom, Tessa, over for a Christmas Eve dinner before going to the annual tree lighting. Drake took Carson and me to a tree farm and had us pick out a tree, along with a gratuitous amount of ornaments to decorate it with.
He told us he never had a reason to decorate his place since it was just him and he usually spent the holiday with his mom and grandma, but he was more than excited about doing it up real big now that we're in his life.
The three of us spent the day hanging up lights, ornaments, garlands, bows, wreaths, and a myriad of other Christmassy items. He even helped me bake Christmas cookies, which was about the most adorable thing ever. Seeing this huge, muscular man with ink swirling up his arms frosting a snowman cookie made me melt even more for him.
The sexy bastard knew what he was doing, too. He kept giving me these looks like he wanted to use the frosting for something else. And God, did I want him to. But it will have to wait.
"Are you ready for the craziness that is my grandma?" Drake asks, wrapping his arms around me from behind.
"You ask that as if I haven't met her before. I've known Mable for years."
"Ah, but you knew Mable as a citizen of Christmas, not as her grandson's woman."
