Losing herself completely in his seduction, Meg pressed her breasts firmly against his hard chest, wishing his shirt were off so there were no barriers between them. She resumed her burning need to rub against him, the friction helped stimulate her hard nipples. Her hands drifted up to his hair, enjoying the feel of the silky soft curls. Meg grabbed a handful of his hair roughly and pulled away from his lips. She was overcome with the need to feel the suction from his mouth on her breasts again and lowered his head until he settled there. His cock grew harder at the boldness of her aggression. No other man could make her feel this empowered, this hungry. Only Drake could possibly bring out the boldness and the hunger that she had hidden for so long.
Drake moved his hand downward and caressed her inner thighs where he enjoyed the softness of her skin. He cupped her pussy with one hand, and moaned against her neck. One long digit slid past her folds and gathered up her juices before moving further upward where he stroked the tight bundle of nerves. His thumb lightly stroked over her clit. A second digit moved in and penetrated her, working its magic. Meg felt the familiar tightening of her stomach, her climax started to build like molten fire, and a warmness washed over her.
Fuck, she’s tight and so perfect. Come on Meggie, give me all of you. Give it to me, baby.
He bit down hard on her nipple. It was an unexpected delight and she sucked in a breath, allowing the pain to work its way down through to her pussy. Her body jerked toward him, and his mouth moved up closer to her ear. His other hand wandered around to grip her ass again and he pressed into her. “You’re so close, Meggie. Come for me, baby. You’re right there,” he demanded. His voice was filled with need, and her legs shook uncontrollably from the orgasm that started washing its way through her. His words were reassuring as they spilled from his lips, and Meg’s entire world shattered around her. A lightning show of fireworks appeared behind closed eyelids, she was unable to open them from the sheer lust she was absorbing. Tense sensations washed over her entire body, and she clung to him to keep from falling. Her moans drowned out when she bit into his shoulder, being careful not to break the skin under the material of his shirt. She moved her mouth over and up to meet his. They kissed hungrily. Their tongues tangled while Drake continued to stroke her more softly in an effort to bring her down from a whirlwind of desire that worked itself through her body. Her vagina pulsated in the aftermath, and her body shuddered at the sensations.
He held her up with both arms secured tightly around her waist and the corners of his mouth turned upward into a wicked smile. “You’re incredible, the most beautiful sight I’ve even seen, and when you come undone like that, it’s sinful, intense and so fucking hot.” He was breathless and pulled her close for another delectable kiss. Drake couldn’t think for the overwhelming need to sink into her. It was like she was made for him.
“There’s too much clothes between us,” Meg whispered. She was completely naked, and he was fully dressed. She was overcome with the need to be skin to skin with him, to feel his hard body against hers. She wanted to touch every part of him, to see him naked and for him to fill her. He pulled his T-shirt up and over his head in a quick rush to rid of the material that stood as a barrier between them. He drew her to him once again. Now skin to skin, he felt like heaven. His chest was completely bare of any hair, nicely tanned, his pectorals flexed as he moved his arms to curl around her waist. The man was incredibly mouth-watering, and she’d known he’d look this good shirtless. He was simply delicious, and every inch of him was appealing, strong, every muscle well defined, so perfect. A trail of short trimmed dark hair disappeared into his trousers and made her mouth water.
She pushed him away just enough to lower her hands and undo his belt. She managed to pull the zipper all the way down, and immediately the heaviness of his hard erection strained forward, still covered by his briefs. She wanted to see him; she needed to see all of him, and more than anything, she wanted to touch. Anticipation filled her, her hands trembled with need. He lowered his hands and helped maneuver his pants down past his waist and further down to his thighs. With a harsh breath, she heard him say, “Meggie, if you touch me, I’ll go off like a rocket.” His eyes bore into hers, and his look was wild.
Gently, she caressed the front of his stomach, feeling the powerful hard muscles. She grazed her fingernails lightly above the waistband of his boxers. Not able to resist, her hands wandered around to explore every inch of his backside. He was firm and so perfect. Her hands continued to explore every part of his upper body. Feeling every muscle flex from her touch, she absorbed the feel of him. His skin was incredibly soft for a man but solid underneath.
Meg tugged at his boxer briefs and worked them downward until they settled at his ankles. His eyes remained focused on her. Meg continued to maul him over; she couldn’t stop herself if she tried. The firmness of his erection stiffened more and settled itself against her lower abdomen. She sucked in a breath and took a step back to see him. He was gloriously naked and exuded confidence, but heat tormented his eyes. Meg marveled at the thickness and the length of his hard cock. It strained forward and pointed upward and twitched slightly. Heavy veins surrounded his thickness, and the head was a dark plum color from the rush of blood that worked its way through his body and went straight to his groin. His erection looked hungry and tormented.
So incredible. Meg licked her lips at the sight of him. Eager to touch, she stepped forward, his erection bobbed up and down. At the slightest touch from her hand, it sprang upward, calling to her. With a look of immeasurable hunger evident on his face, she touched him. The skin felt like silk, but there was no mistaking he was hard as steel. A small pearl drop of pre-cum glistened at the opening. Lacking the experience in having given a blow job, Meg looked at him as if seeking permission to touch him with her mouth. Reading her mind, he looked at her. “Meggie, if you touch me with that hot mouth of yours, it’ll be over. There’s plenty of time for that,” he assured her. “Right now, I want to be buried deep inside you.”
He picked her up as though she weighed nothing and walked over to the bed. He laid her down gently and hovered above her. His full body covered hers and he kept his weight off her, holding himself up with one elbow. His erection was hard and strained against her thigh. Meg’s lower body flexed upward. She moved her pelvis upward instinctively, wanting him inside; she’d waited long enough. The movement of their bodies worked together to pleasure one another and his voice came in a low careful tone, “When was the last time you had sex, Meggie?”
She tensed and every bit of color must have left her face. He searched her eyes and waited for an answer. She did the only thing she could to avoid answering his question. Meg quickly wrapped her arms around his thick neck and pulled him down in to a deep hungry kiss. Her tongue explored the inside of his mouth. She looked up and in a shaky voice she replied, “I have never given myself to a man before now, Drake.” Although she wasn’t technically a virgin, she may as well have been for the lack of experience and exposure she had when it came to being intimate with a man. Her innocence may have been stolen away from her, but in her mind, she had never been touched in a meaningful way, not like this. Every part of her was silently screaming to be filled by him.
His face went soft, and he looked at her adoringly, “I have to be the luckiest man alive.” His lips caressed the corners of her mouth, and his tongue slid gently over the fullness of her lips. He lowered himself down her body and found her nipples. He devoured them with aggression. His mouth covered first one, then the other. He sucked and bit down, triggering a little pain that quickly turned to pleasure and ran straight to her pussy. Using his free hand, he continued to play with one nipple and patiently trailed kisses down her torso followed by a series of soft bites. Releasing her nipple after rolling and pinching them both into tight hard peaks, he settled his head between her thighs.
Meg’s legs were still shaking from the mind-blowing orgasm she had a few minutes earlier. “Let your legs relax, Meggie. Let them
fall to the side.” With his command, she opened up to him, fully exposed. That’s it. You’re perfect,” he whispered. He lifted one leg and then the other to rest on his shoulders and stared appreciatively at the pink folds in front of him. “Beautiful,” he whispered. His mouth watered, the familiar scent of arousal reached his senses, and he looked up at the most extraordinary woman he ever laid eyes on. He met her gaze before continuing to speak. “Do you have any idea what the hell you do to me, Meggie? After having a taste of you at that night club and filling my mouth with your pleasure, to see you like this, I need to taste you again. I‘ve been starving for you. After you scream your pleasure from the orgasm I’m about to give you, you’re going to beg me to fill you. I want to make sure you’re good and wet and that you’re ready to take every inch of my cock while I fuck you into another orgasm.”
His harsh words sent a shiver through her and her pussy clenched at the dirty talk. His mouth was beautiful, and she recalled how well he used it. He didn’t make her feel uncomfortable in any way with what he said. In fact, she could listen to his silky voice spitting out those filthy and vulgar words all night. Meg was needy and past the point of embarrassment. Her pussy throbbed in excitement. The need to be filled by him was overbearing. His words were hot and spewed sex with the promise of something explosive that she knew she would never forget. As much as she wanted to watch him, she laid back and savored the feel of his mouth anticipating another mind-blowing orgasm. She almost exploded from his words alone.
Gentle bites trailed along her inner thighs followed by his silky smooth lips as they replaced the pain. He sucked hard, and she knew she would have marks in those intimate places the following day. He was driving her crazy. Her soft moans grew louder, and Meg was overcome with the need to thrust herself upward and into his mouth. Both his hands held her thighs down on either side. His hot breath closed in on her opening, and he stroked his tongue from the lower part of her entrance, up to the tight ball of nerves with one slow yet forceful movement. Tender nerve endings bunched tightly together and screamed for more. His mouth trailed downward until he found exactly what he was looking for. His tongue moved in and out repeatedly, deeper and deeper, then upward again where he finally added enough pressure to her clit to send shock waves of sensations through the very core of her. He pressed his tongue on the tight bundle of nerves before he gently bit down and had her wriggling uncontrollably beneath, screaming for more. Meg felt a jolt of pleasure rocket itself through her entire body.
One long finger swiped along her opening and gathered up her fluids. He circled teasingly along the outside of her entrance, tantalizing her, while his mouth continued its focus on her clit. Warmth swam through her lower region, her eyes lost focus, and her body writhed in delight. Something ignited inside her and Meg’s body tensed up and prepared itself for release. She panted loudly and grasped the comforter in both hands. Meg tried holding on for dear life when she exploded beneath him. She couldn’t stop the whimpers of sheer bliss that worked its way through her and past her lips. She screamed his name over and over, filling the room with the sound of pure pleasure.
“Drake, please.” Meg found herself begging him for more followed by a plea for him to stop. The pleasure was so unbearably great that she wasn’t even sure what she wanted anymore.
“Drake, please, please, stop, I can’t…” Two fingers penetrated her now, filling her with their fullness. His fingers curled upward inside her sex, hitting that sensitive spot that sent tremors wracking through her body. Her toes curled at the sensation. She held her breath as her body tensed up to prepare for another earth-shattering orgasm. She stilled herself, tightened her belly and held her breath, giving into a release that took her completely and utterly over the edge. She cried out his name, and stars filled her vision. A light film of sweat covered every part of her body
Slowly, he bought her down. Smoothing his hands gently over her thighs, he caressed the sensitive parts there, sending tingles everywhere. “Oh God, Drake, ahh, that’s it, I can’t take it anymore.” Meg’s body felt completely deflated, and she shuddered uncontrollably when she felt his finger stroke lightly over her pulsating clit one last time.
After removing her legs from his shoulders, he rested them on each side of his knees, Drake moved upward over her body. His lips devoured hers, and he swallowed her soft moans while her body continued to jerk from the aftershocks of the three orgasms he had just given her. He pulled back a little to look deep in to her eyes. “Meggie, I need to be inside you. I need to feel that tight pussy of yours pulsating around my cock when you come again.”
Meg was completely lifeless. She didn’t think she could as much as move a limb no matter how hard she tried. But she needed to be filled by him. “I need you inside me, Drake, please…”
He reached over to the night stand, grabbed a condom from the drawer, and rolled it on quickly. He settled his cock at her entrance. Meg wasn’t nervous. In fact, she had never wanted anything more than she wanted him buried deep inside her. The head of his erection was wide and he pushed forward, entering her slowly. “This shouldn’t hurt,” he says. “You’re so wet and ready for me.” He felt it when she tensed up a little, then stopped himself from moving in deeper. “Relax, Meggie. Open up for me a little more,” he said taking his time. She relaxed her legs and let them fall open, welcoming him inside. He pushed in a little further, and inch by slow inch, he filled her. She was tight and Drake thought he would go off at any moment. Somehow, he managed to hold back. He reminded himself to take it slow and not hurt her. Sweat beaded his forehead as he fought the urge to thrust into her in one quick movement. He filled her slowly, the muscles of her vagina clenched down on his erection, sucking him in deeper, stretching to accommodate his thickness.
The strained look on his face told Meg he was struggling, and she knew he was trying his best not to hurt her. He was holding back. Meg urged him on by placing both her hands on the cheeks of his ass and she pushed herself upward to take his erection in deeper. With one quick movement, he was buried deep inside her. Once the stretching subsided, and he was fully inside, he remained still, allowing her enough time to adjust before he drew back and pushed forward again. She was tight, but her body accepted him. His mouth lowered to the sexy curve of her neck, and he kissed her there. He set a slow teasing pace and pumped in and out of her. Her body moved perfectly with his. “Meggie, look at me, watch me, I want your eyes on me, don’t look away.” He said breathlessly, “I want to see you.”
Admittedly, the friction was a little painful yet it felt good. “Meggie,” he warned, “Don’t tense up like that, baby. It makes you tighter, and I’m about to lose control, I don’t want to hurt you,” he said.
God, he was so perfect. He made this so special for her, and Meg could see he was going through great pains to ensure he remained in control. With great fluidity, he remained cautious to avoid hurting her. Drake took his sweet time as their bodies became one. While he continued in a slow sensual rhythm, they kissed passionately and caressed one another everywhere. Not once did their eyes disconnect.
Meg wrapped her legs around his waist, opening herself up to him even more. His thrusts picked up speed and his breathing grew heavy. He lifted her bottom to establish a better angle that deepened his penetration. Meg quivered when she felt the head of his wide shaft touch her deep inside; her tummy tightened, a sure sign that she was about to explode. He continued to pump into her with more force. His fingers trailed downward between them directly to her sensitive clit where he applied just the right amount of pressure and again, she exploded. Her entire world turned inside out. Her body felt as though it were floating away. Time stood still. The warmth from her orgasm spread through her, enveloping her until every part of her body cried for sleep. She couldn’t move. A kaleidoscope of colors danced behind her eyes. Drake let out a low grunt of male satisfaction and fell on top of her. He kissed the side of her neck and whispered. “That was amazing. I can never get enough of you. Stay with me
, Meggie. Stay the weekend with me, I want to make love to you all weekend long. I need you.” He stared directly into her eyes, pulled the few strands of hair away from her face and waited for her to answer.
Feeling completely and utterly satisfied, Meg lay still on her back with Drake’s long lean body atop of her. Unable to move a muscle after the two-hour love session, she responded in a sultry and sleepy voice. “I’ll stay, but you have to promise to feed me. I’m starving.”
He chuckled softly in her ear. “Yeah, I guess we’ve worked up quite an appetite, haven’t we? I ordered out earlier. The food was delivered just before you got here. I’m sure it’s cold by now, though.” He kissed her again fully on the mouth, a soft sensual kiss and slowly pulled out of her. A shiver went through her followed by a soft moan that escaped her throat. He chuckled again and hugged her closely to his chest. Before lifting himself up and off the bed, he kissed along the side of her neck tenderly. Gloriously naked, he walked toward the bathroom to rid himself of the condom while Meg enjoyed the magnificent view of his rock hard ass and those long muscular legs. How was it possible that one man could be so perfect, body and soul?
Meg rolled to her side facing the opposite direction of the washroom and took a moment to wind down and catch her breath while she fought to keep her eyes open. The sheets were bunched up underneath her, and she couldn’t be bothered to fix them. She heard Drake approach the bed, and he came around to where she was facing the window. Meg barely managed to open one eye and look up at him just before he bent over and gathered her in his arms. He stood her up on the floor in front of him. “No rest for you, sleeping beauty. You need to eat and gain some well-needed energy to keep up with me,” he said with a naughty grin.
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