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Authors: Emilia Beaumont
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minute. Why was it that every time I was in his presence he made me so angry? So desperately lonely? Was it because he was the constant reminder of what I could never have?
Drake closed the distance and stood tall before me in his perfectly fitted suit. His hands reached out, his thumbs grazing below my eyes, and he wiped away my tears. I flinched at his touch, the sparks making me long for him even more.
“Why won’t you let me help you? I want to make sure you’re going to be OK, it’s the least I can do.”
“You don’t understand, do you? I want you, never your help or money. But you chose her. You can’t have it both ways, Drake.”
He cocked his head to the side and studied the words coming out of my mouth.
“Oh, I can,” he said, his eyes flashing as he advanced, forcing me to step back. My back hit the elevator doors and his mouth claimed mine. And for a second I let him and gave into the rush that sent shivers down my spine.
Tasting his mouth, indulging in his scent as he kissed a trail down my neck, made me lose all semblance of control. My body yearned for him all over again.
It felt like his hands were everywhere, touching every part of me as if he never wanted to let go, and I struggled to find a reason to make him stop. What harm was there in allowing one last special goodbye?
His fingers found their way up my thighs as he pressed his rigid body against me. I gasped as air was forced from my lungs and he bore down on me, pinning me harder against the doors of the elevator.
Instinctively I curled my leg around the top of his thigh, needing him close, wanting grind myself up against him through the layers of clothing.
I opened up to him, with my leg held high; the palm of his hand smoothed up my inner thigh, closer to the edges of my knickers. I could feel his finger graze over the fabric, skimming my engorged, throbbing clit and waiting for that perfect moment when the tip of his finger would make contact.
My lips were dripping wet in anticipation, aroused beyond belief, and I glanced up at him, breathing hard. Drake maintained eye contact, his glare keeping me still as he quickly pulled aside the fabric and plunged his finger between my folds.
Just as a moan escaped my lips, Drake slid his tongue into my mouth, keeping my lips parted as his finger down below teased around my opening.
My eyes rolled back as he thrust two thick fingers into me. The feeling of him inside me was amazing, and my hips pulsed in rhythm with his movements, grinding against him as his fingers curled in my channel.
All of a sudden, without thinking, my hands were on his belt, pulling and yanking, trying to undo the stiff leather from around his waist.
Nothing mattered anymore except having him one last time. That was all I needed in order to get on with a life away from him, I told myself. Another memory of him I’d keep safe and tucked away, nurturing it during my time away from him.
After this, I swore to myself that I would never see him again. That this would the last time.
Once Drake assisted in loosening his belt, I fiddled with the top button, pulled down the zip and eased my hand inside his trousers. His boxers were silky, the outline of his hard cock unmistakable under the material.
I licked my lips as the tips of my fingers smoothed over and around the head of his cock. Drake growled with pleasure; playtime was over.
He shoved his pants down around his ankles, his cock eager and ready, and pulled me to him. With strong arms he lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his waist, and slammed me against the wall.
The hunger in his eyes made my heart skip several beats. He wanted something and he was going to get it, and god only knows how much I wanted him to ravish me, too.
I hung my arms around his neck, holding on tight as his huge cock nudged at my pussy. Drake pulsed his hips forward, ramming himself into me, and I almost screamed in pleasure.
With power and force he drove his cock into me, like a
Drake closed the distance and stood tall before me in his perfectly fitted suit. His hands reached out, his thumbs grazing below my eyes, and he wiped away my tears. I flinched at his touch, the sparks making me long for him even more.
“Why won’t you let me help you? I want to make sure you’re going to be OK, it’s the least I can do.”
“You don’t understand, do you? I want you, never your help or money. But you chose her. You can’t have it both ways, Drake.”
He cocked his head to the side and studied the words coming out of my mouth.
“Oh, I can,” he said, his eyes flashing as he advanced, forcing me to step back. My back hit the elevator doors and his mouth claimed mine. And for a second I let him and gave into the rush that sent shivers down my spine.
Tasting his mouth, indulging in his scent as he kissed a trail down my neck, made me lose all semblance of control. My body yearned for him all over again.
It felt like his hands were everywhere, touching every part of me as if he never wanted to let go, and I struggled to find a reason to make him stop. What harm was there in allowing one last special goodbye?
His fingers found their way up my thighs as he pressed his rigid body against me. I gasped as air was forced from my lungs and he bore down on me, pinning me harder against the doors of the elevator.
Instinctively I curled my leg around the top of his thigh, needing him close, wanting grind myself up against him through the layers of clothing.
I opened up to him, with my leg held high; the palm of his hand smoothed up my inner thigh, closer to the edges of my knickers. I could feel his finger graze over the fabric, skimming my engorged, throbbing clit and waiting for that perfect moment when the tip of his finger would make contact.
My lips were dripping wet in anticipation, aroused beyond belief, and I glanced up at him, breathing hard. Drake maintained eye contact, his glare keeping me still as he quickly pulled aside the fabric and plunged his finger between my folds.
Just as a moan escaped my lips, Drake slid his tongue into my mouth, keeping my lips parted as his finger down below teased around my opening.
My eyes rolled back as he thrust two thick fingers into me. The feeling of him inside me was amazing, and my hips pulsed in rhythm with his movements, grinding against him as his fingers curled in my channel.
All of a sudden, without thinking, my hands were on his belt, pulling and yanking, trying to undo the stiff leather from around his waist.
Nothing mattered anymore except having him one last time. That was all I needed in order to get on with a life away from him, I told myself. Another memory of him I’d keep safe and tucked away, nurturing it during my time away from him.
After this, I swore to myself that I would never see him again. That this would the last time.
Once Drake assisted in loosening his belt, I fiddled with the top button, pulled down the zip and eased my hand inside his trousers. His boxers were silky, the outline of his hard cock unmistakable under the material.
I licked my lips as the tips of my fingers smoothed over and around the head of his cock. Drake growled with pleasure; playtime was over.
He shoved his pants down around his ankles, his cock eager and ready, and pulled me to him. With strong arms he lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his waist, and slammed me against the wall.
The hunger in his eyes made my heart skip several beats. He wanted something and he was going to get it, and god only knows how much I wanted him to ravish me, too.
I hung my arms around his neck, holding on tight as his huge cock nudged at my pussy. Drake pulsed his hips forward, ramming himself into me, and I almost screamed in pleasure.
With power and force he drove his cock into me, like a
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