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I giggled, sliding off the table and out of his grasp. “Aren’t I?” I wiggled my hips, earning a growl from deep in his chest.
Grabbing the hem of my shirt, I tugged it up and over my head, letting it drop to the ground. Drake watched when I reached up and unclasped my bra, slipping it off my shoulders and swinging it from one of the straps. He watched me, still half hunched over the table.
“Are you coming to get me?” I asked, dropping the bra to the ground and walking towards the bedroom.
Drake stood up quickly, taking off after me with a snarl. I squealed and ran through the living room and into the bedroom, barely making it through the door before he had his arms around my waist and his chest pressed to my back. Somewhere along the way he had taken off his shirt, and I could feel his muscles flexing against my skin.
I spun in his arms to face him, snaking my arms around his neck and pulling him to me for a kiss. When he tightened his hold on me, my heart jumped. I didn’t remember the disaster at work or the anxiety I felt having to find a new building for the Moretti brothers. All I could think about was Drake’s mouth on mine.
My hands trailed down his chest and stomach, landing on the buckle on his jeans I furiously worked to unhook. The sound of the zipper was accompanied by the whimper I couldn’t retain. Desperation filled me, and I pushed his jeans past his hips, content when the denim landed around his ankles and he stepped out.
I led him backwards until the backs of his legs were against the bed and gave him a gentle nudge. Drake smirked, sitting down and laying back. “You’re amazing,” he said when I slid my shorts down my legs and dropped them. He didn’t take his eyes off me when I climbed on top of him to straddle him. “The most incredible woman I’ve ever seen.”
I whimpered, chewing the inside of my lip and grinding against his erection. He made me feel like I could be. Like I wanted to be.
Drake’s blue eyes darkened when he moved his hands to grip my hips, but he didn’t take control. He let me rock against him at the slow, agonizing pace that was making his legs twitch, and a deep groan rumbled from his chest.
“Amanda.” He sounded pained, like he was bursting at the seams with the same need that rocked through every inch of my body.
“Hmm?” I asked, moaning when the head of his cock hit my clit. I braced my hands against his chest, letting the wave of pleasure travel through my legs and to my toes.
Drake moved one hand from my hip to my chin, turning my gaze to his. “I need you, all of you. Now.”
I nodded. “I need you too!” All of you.
I lifted my hips, lining his cock up at my entrance, and eased down. He filled me, and our groans mixed. I rode him slowly, reveling in the way he stretched me. “Fuck, I love your cock,” I whined, lifting and dropping back down. “I could fuck you like this all the time!”
He smirked. “Then fuck me, angel. Ride me until your entire body is on fire and then let me take you over the edge until you’re a mindless mess in my arms.” He groaned, pulling me down until our lips almost met. “You’ll forget everything except my name, but I promise to make you remember it all when we’re done.”
“Drake,” I whispered before I slammed my mouth into his.
I put my hands over his shoulders and against the mattress, lifting and dropping my hips while he sucked my bottom lip between his. My legs shook as the intensity of my orgasm started build inside me, the pressure growing tighter each time my clit ground against him.
Drake weaved one hand into my hair at the back of my neck, holding my face to his, and he put the other around my waist. When he thrust up into me, it caused the spring to break. He captured my moan with his tongue, picking up his pace until my arms gave out with the intensity.
When my body weight was rested on him, he flipped us. The mattress where he had been laying was warm against my back, and our bodies were slick with a sheen of sweat. He glided against me, thrusting back into me and holding himself there. Drake brushed my hair back, looking at my face like he was trying to memorize every line before he kissed me.
His movements were slow and methodical, and I could feel his cock sliding against my pussy while the waves of my orgasm rippled through me. He didn’t stop, but he didn’t speed up, even when I wrapped my legs around him and tightened them. I huffed in frustration when he grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head.
“I know you want me to go faster, but I want to feel every little flutter from your pussy before I destroy it,” he groaned, coming to a stop.
I whined, writhing beneath him. “Please, please.”
“Please what? Say it.” He rocked his hips, and when an electric pang of pleasure rolled through me, patience was the last thing I felt. My body was going to combust if he didn’t go faster soon.
I dropped my head against the mattress. “More. Please. Faster,” I cried.
Drake smirked, coming to another stop. “I thought you were fierce. If you want me to go faster, you’re going to have to scream louder.”
“Drake!” I screamed, tugging against his hold on my hands. I grunted when he still didn’t move but a smirk formed on my face. “Damn it, just fuck me faster!”
He did, picking up his pace and drilling into me. Our skin clapped, and the sound of his grunts filled the room. I cried out, desperate to feel him fall apart. I needed it as badly as I needed him—more than I realized an hour ago.
When my toes curled and my back arched, Drake let go of my hands. I grabbed onto him, digging my nails into his back until he hissed. Another orgasm washed over me, and my vision blurred. I closed my eyes, letting the intensity of each wave overtake me.
“Fuck, Amanda,” he groaned, thrusting into me and holding still. His body jerked, the muscles in his back and abdomen flexing and releasing with his own orgasm. He released warm ropes of cum into me.
He dropped to the bed next to me, heaving with his quick breaths. I gasped for air next to him, and my heartbeat pounded against my chest. Drake wrapped his arm around my waist, tugging me back against him and nuzzling his nose against my neck. When he inhaled, then sighed, I was overwhelmed with a warm sense of comfort. One that made my body melt into his until I understood what people meant when they said they didn’t know where one ended and the other began.
