Lily's Mistake (11 page)

“You look so wild and abandoned. I could nut just watching you like that.” I lick my lips when I see him take off his leather jacket and hastily place it behind me. When he takes his shirt off and dumps it next to my ripped dress, there is no going back. I hungrily eye him. His hands skim the sides of my thighs, all the way down, to my ankle. Like a pro, he grabs my ankles and slides my body down towards him. Strong arms lift my legs onto his shoulders before his mouth ravages my inner core.

His hot invasion heats me further. Clutching his thighs, my nails dig through his jeans when he stabs his tongue in and out of me while his hands toy with my breasts.

I have no idea where I get the strength to balance my body in that peculiar position. I have never realized how flexible I am until now. Drake demolishes me with his tongue and fingers. My body tenses when my orgasm peaks. I scream his name like it’s my fucking salvation.

I’m sweating and panting hard when he comes up for air. “I’m going to destroy this nice, little, tight pussy, Babe. You won’t be able to move for a few days without hurting. Each time you do, you’ll be reminded how I tore this up.” When Drake searches for my lips, I am beyond dizzy.

I’m in a sexual trance. I am hooked, high and flying.

He gently places me back down while he cautiously gets up, unbuckles his pants and slides them down, mid-thigh. His thick, ready to combust, cock catches my attention. The head is thick and fat. The silken length lined with pronounced veins. Everything about this man demands attention. Even his manhood is a sight to behold.

How the heck did he manage to get that in the last couple of times?
I wonder.

He sits back down, his cock positioned upwards stiffly. Drake gathers me in his arms. I wind my arms around him, as he places my legs over his thighs. My sex is pressed against his hard, hot length while we make out again. I cry out when Drake breaks our kiss and trails his mouth across my jaw to my earlobe.

“Do you want me?” he whispers against my ear while he grabs ahold of his cock and pats it against my wet mound.

“Drake… I… want you…” I’m under his mercy. There’s no doubt about that.

“How much?” he angrily asks.

I know he is referring to our conversation from earlier in Laguna Beach, but I’m past caring. At this point, I will say yes to anything. “Very much.”

“Go ahead. Take as much as you want. Ride this cock until you can’t take it anymore. I want you to have your turn to enjoy it because, once you’re done, I will take as much pleasure as I can from this tight cunt. My cock will own, burn, sting and fucking mark you. You will not be the same woman.”

God, dirty talk, plus Drake… Kill me now. It’s so fucking sexy.

He hastily lifts my hips and positions me above the head of his shaft. Calmly, I lower my body and stop when the tip hits the spot right outside my entrance. With one hand on his shoulder, I snake the other down to seek out his length. I hear him hiss when I gently stroke it. I slowly rub my wet folds over it again and again.

“Oh, God! You feel so good,” I cry out in pleasure.

When I can’t take it anymore, I gently press my hips down. The head of his shaft slips inside me. “Fuck, baby. Don’t tighten around my cock like that or I’m not going to last long. Ease up a bit.”

I’ll try.

Using slow motions, I start to acclimatize to his length and girth. He’s not even halfway in and it already feels full. “Baby! Fuck! Are you okay?”

I bite my lip, unsure. “Yeah, it’s just… it’s been a year and half since I last had sex, before you. It’s taking a little longer for me to get used to it, I guess.”

Drake smiles, surely pleased. “You have no idea how that pleases me. Do you trust me, babe?”

I nod. “Yes,” I whisper before Drake captures my lips, barely half of his cock inside me. His thumb manically rubs my core, stimulating me more. When it is dripping with wetness, he asks me again if I trust him. I whispered yes and capture his lips again.

His large hands caress my back. Both hands grip my ass cheeks so tightly. I moan in between kisses. He slaps me left cheek, hard. I yelp against his lips. I’m so focused on the hot stinging pain of my skin that I don’t notice him hold my hips and push them down his thick length. All the way down.

“Drake!” I sob as the hellish raw sting of his cock wreaks havoc on my body. My nails dig through the skin of his shoulder.

“Shhh… it’s over now.” Drake tries to soothe me.

His cock is huge. Inside me, it feels monstrous. Getting back in position, I start to move gently.

“Does it still hurt?” he asks as he starts to rub my mound.

“A bit.” I close my eyes and focus on his cock. After a few times of sliding it in and out of me, the pleasure overpowers the burning sting. If it’s possible for him to get any bigger, it does.

It simply adds to my pleasure.

“Better?” he asks and I simply nod. My body starts to demand more and so I up my speed, riding him. “I’m going to get us inside, but don’t stop fucking me. Hold on, tight.”

It’s difficult to move my hips while he gets us inside the house, but I manage. We enter the garage door that leads inside his home. The second we get inside, Drake slams me against the wall.

“Forgive me, but I have to take you. Right now.” Drake doesn’t even give me a chance to respond because he starts fucking me against the wall so hard that I become like a rag doll, limp in his arms and thrust around. Within seconds, I’m coming apart and I scream so loud, his house echoes for a while with my high-pitched screams. “Wrap your legs around me. I’m going to fuck you harder.”

Harder?

Yes, harder.

Lightning speed hard. My orgasm is weaving through me while I scream his name in vain, over and over again. Drake joins me, barking my name out before he unloads his semen inside my womb. He makes little, tense thrusts while he rides out his own orgasm.

Breathless, Drake wipes the damp hair off my forehead, pushing it aside as his eyes seek mine. His cock twitches inside me. Something flashes in his eyes, but before I catch it, he lowers his head and kisses me softly.

This kiss feels entirely different… personal, somehow.

The longer we kiss, the more his cock starts to awaken again and pulsates to life. I’m ready to go for round two right here, but he sweeps us upstairs. When we pass his bed, I protest. “Bed, please. I want it on the bed this time.”

He laughs and slaps my ass hard again. He slowly pulls out of me and gently places me on the floor in the bathroom. My legs are shaky, but I manage to stand and not fall on my face. Drake turns on the whirlpool tub and fills it with lavender bath oil. The water is still running when he hoists me up and carefully places me inside the large tub. Drake jumps in behind me and gathers me in his arms. I sag against his hard torso.
Perfection,
I think with alarming satisfaction.

Please, don’t make me fall for him again.

“This feels nice,” I murmur against his chest.

“Did I hurt you? I don’t know if you noticed, but there was a little blood.” His fingers are gently touching my arm, stroking it mindlessly. I barely notice.

“It did in the beginning, but I’m just sore now.” I feel butterflies flutter about in my stomach when Drake murmurs sweet nothings while he massages my shoulders, kissing them from time to time.

I sigh, contently. “That feels so good. Please, don’t stop.” I purr when I feel his cock harden against my back.

Drake’s mouth starts to make its way around the curve of my neck while one hand is on my breast, the other starts to part my folds. Damn, I want him again.

When my hand reaches out behind me to stroke his length, he moves it away. “Relax and enjoy. I was selfish earlier. We still have a long night ahead of us.”

Hmm, I wonder what his plans are…

After Drake makes me come again in the tub, I’m beyond spent. He plucks me out of the tub, half asleep, as he wipes me down with a fluffy towel. He then whisks me off to his bed and tucks me in, naked.

It’s the last thing I remember before sleep catches up with me.

14

Something wakes me up, but it feels too good, soothingly good, it puts me back to sleep. I moan when I feel a tongue circle my entrance.

“Drake,” I utter, somewhat asleep.

I feel him slowly come up towards me through my parted legs and claim my lips. “Didn’t mean to wake you… but it’s hard to resist temptation when you’re so close in my reach,” he says in between kisses. I love how his body presses against mine as he kisses me. His lips go for my neck, soft kisses almost putting me back to sleep.

“Babe?”

I merely grunt. What now? I’m still jet-lagged and my body is still reeling from it.

Why isn’t he tired?

“Is it okay if I just… do whatever I want with your body?” Drake asks, using his uber-hot bedroom voice.

Like I’m going to dream of declining that offer.

“Whatever, go ahead. I’m going back to sleep.” I barely get my response out when he demolishes my lips.

Again.

I happily smile when he breaks our kiss. His lips trail lower, back to where he was earlier. The way his tongue strokes and probes, it’s somehow gentle and calming... but fucking good. I have no idea how long he eats me out because I’m going in and out of my sleeping state, but I do wake up when the head of his cock pushes at my entrance as he slowly thrusts all the way in, hitting the very depths of me.

“You’re so tight, you push me back out. I fucking love it. I love everything about you.” Drake obsesses about me being tight. His breathing, ragged against my neck, before he rams inside my sore entrance again.

I’m gasping for air when he hammers it into me with such force that I think I’m seeing stars. His hands lift my hips, gaining more access, deepening within me.

I tighten at the odd sensation. “Oh my, you’re hitting the wall of my cervix.” I’m not sure if I like it or not. It just feels weird.

“Open your legs wider. I want more of you.” He commands and I nervously follow suit.

Drake is definitely bossy and dominating in bed, but who doesn’t like a man who knows that he’s The Boss? It’s such a turn on. 

“The more I fuck you like this, the easier it will become. You just need to adjust and get used to my size,” he speaks in between thrusts, against my lips. “It’s fucked up that I’m getting more aroused, knowing you’re this tight. The thought of me stretching you until you can’t take any more of my size, gets me so damn hard. You feel like a virgin, just like that night, tight as a glove around me, as it suctions my cock back into this unused hole.”

Lord, help me.

“I’m not going to stop you. I love…” I cry out when he starts to pummel me harder.

“You love what?” he asks in between kisses.

Fuck.

I fucking love him.

Still.

After all these years, it is still there, sitting, biding its time until I free it again.

“You drive me crazy. I can’t get enough of you,” I confess a different truth. Drake need not know the other one.

He takes me hard and fast, I come and almost pass out. Drake is still coming. I notice that he didn’t use condoms again. It’s the third time. I really have to remember to speak to him about that.

I’m a blink away from sleep when he kisses my chest, panting. He pushes his cock a few more times. “I hope I’m not too late.”

Shit.

I try to control my breathing because I somehow know that Drake thinks I’m fast asleep. His face is in between my breasts. My heart stops when I hear him again. “I love you. It’s always been you.”

Double shit.

That can’t be true because if he did love me all this time, he could’ve called or visited me, but he didn’t do any of those things. In fact, he simply didn’t do anything.

No, it’s not love. He’s just high on sex hormones.

“Wake up!” Drake nuzzles his nose on the back of my head. His arms held me all night.

“How could you ask me to do that when you kept waking me up so many times last night that I lost count?” I grumble.