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But being without Drake is such a terrible thought!
Damn it all to Hell! Why in the world am I feeling so tortured? Why in the world do I find myself in such a terrible place? Why did I ever go to fucking Alaska in the first fucking place!
I can’t do this. I hurry to my bathroom and turn on the shower. I push my head under the freezing water to shock myself out of the funk. I don’t know if it gets rid of the swirl of panic and negativity in my head, but it at least keeps me from spiraling any worse. I pull my head out and grab a towel. And, of course, just so this fucking day doesn’t get any better, there’s a knock at the door. I wrap my hair up in a towel and stomp my way to the door. I feel sorry for whoever’s on the other side. I just know I’m going to be a bitch.
I yank the door open.
But I’m not a bitch.
Instead, I stare at Drake. He looks at me, too. He looks at me while my hair is wrapped up in a towel and my wet shirt.
Then I rush forward and I’m in his arms.
There’s no conversation, not even a couple of hellos. Instead, we see each other, and then we’re kissing each other.
Then our clothes come off, and I have just a moment to feel the stray thought that I wonder if it will feel any different since I’m pregnant.
It doesn’t. It feels every bit as wonderful as it did when I first met him. When his cock opens my pussy up the way only his cock ever has, it feels just as incredible as it does the first time I learn how good sex can really be.
I still don’t say any words. I don’t even say, “Yes, Drake!” or “God, Drake!” or “I’m cumming for you, Drake!”
When I do cum—and that happens damned fast, just like it always does with Drake—I just scream in ecstasy as my body—his body—explodes underneath him. As always, he keeps thrusting while I cum, and the orgasm intensifies until it’s something transcendent, something beyond me, something more powerful than anything I can quantify or understand. It becomes the most incredible force in life, and it overwhelms me, and as it does, it drives away every worry, every fear, every regret, every question.
I know that this feeling won’t last. He still doesn’t know about the baby, and I have absolutely no idea how he’ll react when he does learn about it.
But for right now, he and I are one. He is here, and we are together, and that’s all that matters.
He spins me over and fucks me from behind, and God in Heaven, I know exactly why doggy style is so many girls’ favorite position. God, the angles he can reach, the way he can penetrate deeply without hurting me, the way my body can spasm and jerk, the way my clit aches with desire and fulfillment at the same time. Of course, every position with him is perfect!
It’s perfect. It’s just perfect.
He’sperfect.
He’s—
Damn, how can a man be this good? He slides his hand over my ass and around my leg until he’s between my legs. He strokes my clit while he fucks me. I don’t even know how to describe what happens when he does that. It feels like I turn into a giant orgasm and that’s all I am, all I ever will be, and all I ever want to be.
When we finally finish and shower together, I end up sucking him off just because I need to do something to somehow express the gratitude that I feel at getting to be fucked by him. Yeah, I know. I’m not going to win any Feminist of the Year awards.
I’m head over heels.
Drake
There isno way that Sienna can possibly understand how powerful her message was for me, how dramatically it affected me to receive word from her. As I sit on her couch, sipping the iced tea she served me, I think about the journey. The flight was, of course, easy. I’m sure I showed up on radar, but I flew where a great many planes fly, and most of it was above the ocean and not really alarming to anyone who might have seen me. I cut inland late at night, the only really dangerous part of the journey, into the California desert and that put me close to Fort Irwin for a while. If the base had interpreted me as a threat, there might have been some irritation to deal with.
Fortunately, I’m larger than a jet fighter, faster than a C-130, and smaller than a C-17, so I didn’t really fit the bill for military aircraft and I made sure not to violate the airspace. By the time I reached Apple Valley, a small town near Riverside an hour and a half away from Los Angeles, they’d forgotten about me. I returned to earth on the three hundred acres I own there and walked naked through those acres to a house I have on the property. I got there about midnight, but the caretaker who lives on the property was still up.
The last time I saw him was four years ago. I walked naked to the house then, too.
I shower while he arranges refreshments and leaves. He also knows the only reason I came to this place. On the table next to the charcuterie platter and wine is the wallet I keep here that has my California Driver’s license. It also has several hundred dollars in cash. An envelope has another few thousand. He also puts the car keys there. In addition, there is a folder with the ledger of household expenses, but I don’t bother with it.
I almost head to Los Angeles right then, but the very fact my caretaker left reminds me that humans don’t stay up for days at a time as I do. In any case, now that I am close I can sense her. That happens with all of my lovers but with Sienna, it is far stronger than the others. I can sense her and she is not in danger. So, I head to the bedroom, sleep, and when I wake in the morning, I drive to Los Angeles and meet with the attorneys who manage a portion of my wealth. It’s unscheduled and they see me so rarely that it’s always shocking to them. My wealth, though, is as intimidating and awe-inspiring as a dragon in certain situations. I don’t know what schedules are changed but every partner and most of the associates are there updating me about various things.
I don’t need an update.
I just let Sienna’s name slip early in the meeting and also let it slip that I misplaced her address. I express it in the middle of a conversation, prompted by an associate coming in with a report on gold mines in Africa, mentioning he thought for a moment he’d misplaced the file. I reassured him I could understand that and that was when I mentioned misplacing Sienna’s address, an irritating thing because I’d hoped to dine with her while I was in town.
Comments like that are essentially directives when my wealth is considered and when they get paid a whole lot of money to manage what they probably imagine is all of it but is less than a tenth of it. It’s still far more than… Well, Gates, Buffet, Musk, Bezos, and anyone else you can think of aren’t as wealthy as even the least wealthy dragon. Centuries make a difference. I’m not one of the least wealthy dragons either. Anyway, my wealth ensures action. I suppose also, the natural persuasiveness of dragons helps as well although there isn’t any request specifically mentioned..
