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unable to finish his sentence. “You feel amazing.” He continued making love to me while he massaged my breasts making me greedy for more. My body went into a mind-blowing spasm as I exploded around Drake.
We grabbed our clothes from the pile we formed on the counter since we needed to leave before being caught. He linked his fingers with mine as he smirked grabbing the red silicone brush. He shoved it into his pocket and whispered, “I’ll keep this.”
His driver pick ed Stella up, and then the three of us went back to my apartment. I wanted Drake to feel comfortable around Stella, so I invited him to stay for dinner in hopes they could bond.
“Mommy, can we have mac and cheese?” Stella begged with her sweet baby blues. I turned to look at Drake for his reaction and surprisingly he smiled and nodded at me.
“Of course baby,” I smirked and walked to the kitchen.
“Are you excited for me to make your first gourmet meal?” I teased Drake leading him in the kitchen with me.
“Don’t worry, you can make it up to me with dessert,” he laughed , slapping my ass in the process.
Michael walked in the door, unaware we had company, and started blabbering about his hectic day. “Oh my god, Molly. Like, seriously, this guy Marcus totally runs into me…” he froze as he walked into the kitchen realizing I wasn’t alone. “Oh shit, sorry,” he stumbled looking at Drake.
“It’s okay, Michael. He’s staying fo r dinner,” I said reassuringly. “Wanna join? It’s mac and cheese night.” He shot me a confused look, as he knew I would want to cook a real meal for Drake.
Stella joined us at the table completely oblivious to the awkward tension of having a new person at dinner. I served her a plate and sat down next to Drake. I jumped as Drake’s phone rang in his pocket. Expecting him to answer it, but he glanced at it, and shut it off instead. I glimpsed at Michael as I wondered who had called him.
After tucking Stella in for the night, Michael hid away in his room to work on his blog. I led Drake out onto the balcony with a couple glasses and a bottle of wine.
“So, I’ve been meaning to ask you…” I was cut off from the ringing of his phone. I stopped, waiting for him to answer, but again he looked at it and turned it off. “Are you sure you don’t need to answer that?”
“No, it’s not important. Don’t worry about it.” He sounded cold, almost irritated by the caller.
We continued the rest of the time on the balcony in silence, sinking in the amazing Chicago view. I wrapped my fleece over me and snuggled in closer to Drake. It was perfect.
The next day I woke up to an empty bed, puzzled at where Drake could be. It was still early, so I grabbed my fleece and walked out into the hallway. I walked down the hall, when I saw him sitting at the table, talking on his phone.
“I told you to stop calling me, Kendra! This is enough!” Drake scowled. He paused a short second before continuing his rage. “This is unacceptable. I gave you what you asked, now leave me alone!” He snapped the phone shut and dug his head into his hands. He obviously seemed worked up over something, or someone.
I wasn’t sure if I should comfort him or go back to bed and pretend I didn’t hear his conversation. He stood up and pushed his cha ir in as I quickly tiptoed back to bed covering myself up like I had been in there the whole time.
When I woke up again, Drake was kissing my neck and gracefully playing with my breasts. It was a sweet surprise to start my day.
“Well, good morning to you too,” I breathed as his kissing became more intense. It was as if that early mornings phone conversation never happened.
“Shhhh…” he hushed me. He continued kissing my neck and then lowered himself onto me, kissing my breasts, my stomach, and then finally, he pushed inside me. A very good start to my morning after all.
I arrived to my internship just on time, ready to conquer the day after the amazing
We grabbed our clothes from the pile we formed on the counter since we needed to leave before being caught. He linked his fingers with mine as he smirked grabbing the red silicone brush. He shoved it into his pocket and whispered, “I’ll keep this.”
His driver pick ed Stella up, and then the three of us went back to my apartment. I wanted Drake to feel comfortable around Stella, so I invited him to stay for dinner in hopes they could bond.
“Mommy, can we have mac and cheese?” Stella begged with her sweet baby blues. I turned to look at Drake for his reaction and surprisingly he smiled and nodded at me.
“Of course baby,” I smirked and walked to the kitchen.
“Are you excited for me to make your first gourmet meal?” I teased Drake leading him in the kitchen with me.
“Don’t worry, you can make it up to me with dessert,” he laughed , slapping my ass in the process.
Michael walked in the door, unaware we had company, and started blabbering about his hectic day. “Oh my god, Molly. Like, seriously, this guy Marcus totally runs into me…” he froze as he walked into the kitchen realizing I wasn’t alone. “Oh shit, sorry,” he stumbled looking at Drake.
“It’s okay, Michael. He’s staying fo r dinner,” I said reassuringly. “Wanna join? It’s mac and cheese night.” He shot me a confused look, as he knew I would want to cook a real meal for Drake.
Stella joined us at the table completely oblivious to the awkward tension of having a new person at dinner. I served her a plate and sat down next to Drake. I jumped as Drake’s phone rang in his pocket. Expecting him to answer it, but he glanced at it, and shut it off instead. I glimpsed at Michael as I wondered who had called him.
After tucking Stella in for the night, Michael hid away in his room to work on his blog. I led Drake out onto the balcony with a couple glasses and a bottle of wine.
“So, I’ve been meaning to ask you…” I was cut off from the ringing of his phone. I stopped, waiting for him to answer, but again he looked at it and turned it off. “Are you sure you don’t need to answer that?”
“No, it’s not important. Don’t worry about it.” He sounded cold, almost irritated by the caller.
We continued the rest of the time on the balcony in silence, sinking in the amazing Chicago view. I wrapped my fleece over me and snuggled in closer to Drake. It was perfect.
The next day I woke up to an empty bed, puzzled at where Drake could be. It was still early, so I grabbed my fleece and walked out into the hallway. I walked down the hall, when I saw him sitting at the table, talking on his phone.
“I told you to stop calling me, Kendra! This is enough!” Drake scowled. He paused a short second before continuing his rage. “This is unacceptable. I gave you what you asked, now leave me alone!” He snapped the phone shut and dug his head into his hands. He obviously seemed worked up over something, or someone.
I wasn’t sure if I should comfort him or go back to bed and pretend I didn’t hear his conversation. He stood up and pushed his cha ir in as I quickly tiptoed back to bed covering myself up like I had been in there the whole time.
When I woke up again, Drake was kissing my neck and gracefully playing with my breasts. It was a sweet surprise to start my day.
“Well, good morning to you too,” I breathed as his kissing became more intense. It was as if that early mornings phone conversation never happened.
“Shhhh…” he hushed me. He continued kissing my neck and then lowered himself onto me, kissing my breasts, my stomach, and then finally, he pushed inside me. A very good start to my morning after all.
I arrived to my internship just on time, ready to conquer the day after the amazing
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