Once I unhooked the fastener, his hand met mine and he helped me slide down the zipper. Whoosh! I glanced down. Holy cow! He was commando! A museum-worthy specimen of mankind that possibly had no rival.
“Feel me, baby,” he whispered, releasing my breast from his mouth. “This is what you do to me.”
My fingers curled around his mammoth cock. He hissed as the thick hot velvet singed my palm. Wrapping his hand around mine, he rubbed the wide crown against my abdomen while his other arm, drew me closer.
“D-baby, I want to bury my cock inside you. Make you come like there’s no tomorrow.”
My heart thudded as my emotions wrestled. Actually it was more like a tug of war, with fear on one side of the rope losing a futile battle to desire. A heated battle between body and mind, any form of rationality going by the wayside. I faltered for an excuse.
“Drake, are you sure? You’re my boss and you know my situ—”
“Hush. Put this on me.” Cutting me off, he reached inside the breast pocket of his tux jacket and pulled out a small foil packet. A condom. My eyes stayed on him as he tore it open and handed me the sheath. My pulse in overdrive, I did as he commanded, rolling the latex over his rigid length. God, I loved the way his weighty cock felt in my hands, but how would this mighty pillar feel inside me? Would he fit? Would I know what to do?
“Drake, it’s been a long time…” Almost seven years.
“Don’t worry.” His eyes smoldering, he yanked off his bowtie before stripping off his jacket and shirt. Then off went his shoes and trousers. Before I could soak in his amazing body or say another word, he hauled me so close we were flesh to flesh, his hard chest pressing against my soft breasts, his hard cock pressing against my wet center, and heat to heat, he sealed my mouth with a fierce, passionate, all-consuming kiss. And then he tore off my panties. On my next rapid heartbeat, I was in his powerful arms, and in one more, I was flat on his bed, my body caged in by his. Anchored on his elbows, he spread my legs wide with the force of his knees and then one-handedly lined up his cock with my entrance. Oh my God! The reality of the moment hit me hard. Drake Hanson was going to fuck me! And I was going to let him do it! As he inserted his cock, inch by glorious inch, nothing but the sensation of his wondrous fullness filled me. There was no room for second-guessing, no room for regret. I winced as I felt myself stretch to accommodate his size.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked as he pushed inside me.
His words whirled around in my head as he took me to the hilt. Kyle, the only man I’d ever been with, had never asked me that. All he ever did was hurt me inside and out. Drake was so different. So caring. So loving. And oh so big! Shoving Kyle and all I hated about him to the back of my mind, I shook my head.
“Are you sure?”
I nodded. “Oh, Drake, you feel amazing!”
Smiling, he kissed me and then grunted as he gave another hard thrust. “You feel fucking amazing too, D-baby. So hot…so wet…so tight. I’m going to apologize now because I’m going to fuck you hard. So hard I’m going to have to carry you home.”
“No apology needed,” I managed, my legs wrapping around his hips as he began to pummel me. “It…it…feels so good. Oh, God. I’ve wanted this…you…so badly. Please don’t stop.”
He didn’t stop. Instead, he sped up his thrusts, slamming into me with more force again and again. Each time rubbing against my clit and hitting a spot deep inside me I never knew existed. A hypersensitive spot that was doing crazy things to my body, things I’d never felt before. An orgasm of epic proportions was about to crash through my body.
“Drake,” I cried out. “I’m going to come.”
“Yes, baby, come for me. Come for me hard. Come for me loud. I want to hear you scream out my name.”
Every feeling, every emotion, every particle of energy surged through my body seeking an escape. I whimpered. I sobbed. I shrieked. On his next powerful thrust, everything broke loose, and I roared out his name so loudly I barely heard my next words.
“I love you.”
CHAPTER 33
Drake
Thank the Gods of Rock, my parents had the smarts to soundproof my room when I was a teenager so they didn’t have to hear me blast my music. If they hadn’t, the cry of my name on Dee’s lips would have surely had someone at their party calling 9-1-1.
Her whole body shook as she fell apart around my cock, the multiple spasms coming in rapid succession. My own epic orgasm followed quickly with one more hard thrust into her juddering pussy, and a loud feral grunt that obliterated whatever she was muttering as she rode her orgasm out with mine. Breathing heavily, I collapsed onto her heated body and felt the rise and fall of her chest beneath mine. She wrapped one arm around me and ran the fingers of her other hand through my hair. It was without a doubt the best fuck I’d ever had and all I’d intended was to give her one she’d never forget. Her ecstasy had become mine.
We stayed in this position for several minutes until our breathing calmed down though I could still feel our hearts pounding in unison. Rolling off her, I slipped off my condom and tossed it, then repositioned her so that our slick bodies were flush and her head rested on my chest. I liked having her brain on my heart almost as much as I loved having my cock in her pussy. They were both heady feelings, no pun intended.
Tracing circles around her exquisite puckered nipples, I blissfully hummed until her phone rang. Shit.
“Ignore it.”
“I can’t. Maybe something is wrong.”
“Don’t go there,” I said, my pulse quickening at the thought of Kyle. “It’s probably just your daughter.”
She bolted to a sitting position. “I hope so.”
“Hurry back,” I said as she slipped out of the bed. My eyes stayed on her fuckable ass as she stumbled to her bag, which was on the floor next to her dress. Burying my worry, I silently chuckled, amused by the fact she wasn’t walking too well. I could hear her curse under her breath with every step. When she bent down to pick up the bag, her gorgeous ass rose in the air and her perfect tits dangled like ripe fruit. She was a sight to behold. I couldn’t resist her in that position and hopped out of the bed to join her. Finding her phone, she flinched as I wrapped my arms around her waist and trailed kisses down her spine.
“Drake, stop! It’s Tyson.”
Phew! As she stood up, one of my hands crawled down to her still soaked pussy. I stroked it while planting kisses on the nape of her neck. A sweet little voice invaded my ears.
“Hi, Mommy! Can you see me? Aunt Lulu showed me how to use FaceTime on my new iPad.”
“What?” stammered Dee.
“Mommy, I can see your boobies!” An explosion of laughter spilled from the cutie pie’s lips.
“Oh my God!” Frantic, Dee reached for her dress and quickly covered up her luscious tits. I fought hard to hold back my own laughter.
“Mommy, is that Drake with you?”
Smiling, I waved. “Hi, Mighty!”
“Hi, Drake. Are you having fun with my mommy?”
“Oh yeah.” I could feel Dee tense up, but I was enjoying every second of this virtual encounter.
“Guess what, Mommy?”
“What?”
Tyson grinned broadly and for the first time I noticed the big gap. Dee gasped.
“I bit into a piece of chicken and my front tooth came out.”
“Oh baby.” Dee’s voice was suddenly watery. “Did it hurt?”
Tyson shook her head. “Nope, not even a teensy-weensy bit. Wanna see it?”
Dee hesitated and then said sure. Ty proudly held up a baggie containing the tiny baby tooth. I chimed in.
“That’s so cool, Mighty. Do you know who’s going to stop by your house tonight when you’re sleeping?”
“The Tooth Fairy!” she shouted gleefully.
“And she’s going to leave you money.”
“How much is she gonna leave?
“A lot.”
“Yay!” Ty jumped up and down as De
e snapped her head and shot me a what-the-fuck look.
“I’m gonna go to sleep right now in case she comes early.”
Dee turned her attention back to the phone screen. “Sweet dreams, cupcake. I love you from here to the moon and back. MWAH!”
“Me too! Night, Mommy! Night, Drake!”
The screen went dark and my girl began to snivel. A pang of guilt trickled through me.
“Dee, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
She turned to face me, tears streaming down her face. “It’s not you, Drake.”
I brushed her tears away, but they kept falling. “I don’t understand. Everything’s good.” So good. “What’s the matter?”
She sniffled. “It’s my baby girl. She’s growing up so fast. And I wasn’t there when she lost her first tooth.”
Suddenly, I understood. A life-changing once-in-a-lifetime event. A milestone. Taking her dress from her and tossing it onto a chair, I lifted her into my arms. She folded her arms and legs around my neck and hips, putting her head to my heart. I loved the way it felt. Holding her this way was both empowering and sexy. She looked so beautiful, tears and all, as she gazed up at me. Her forehead touched mine.
“I’m a mess,” she blubbered.
A hot, wet, sexy mess. The fact that she wasn’t the center of her universe totally turned me on. The fact that I had to work hard to be a part of it turned me on even more. I kissed the top of her head and then kissed away her tears.
“Hey, I can take you home if you want,” I said earnestly.
She cradled my face and her glistening eyes locked with mine. “It’s okay, Drake. Just hold me.”
I could hold her forever. Words unspoken, I carried her back to the bed and set her down. Spread out, her body shimmered like porcelain against the dark comforter. The urge to kiss every part of her again consumed me. My cock stiffening, I crawled onto the bed and began to trail kisses up her inner thighs. She moaned. Her sweet pussy was one kiss away. I could already taste it on my lips. Gently, I parted her legs and buried my head between them. My mouth touched down on her wet heat and I began to lap it up like honey. I’d never been so intimate with a woman nor so determined to pleasure one. I couldn’t get enough of her. She was like a drug. I sucked, licked, and kissed her still swollen nub as her hips rocked into me, writhing and wiggling. Moans turned into whimpers. Whimpers into screams.
“Oh my God, oh my God,” she cried out again and again.
I felt like I was a god. Her god, exerting my power over her body. My goddess.
“Oh my God, I’m going to…”
Come. Yes, baby. Come all over my face.
CHAPTER 34
Dee
We missed the rest of the party, fucking until Drake ran out of condoms and sucked every orgasm out of me. He wanted to take me to his place, but I needed to go home. To put some Tooth Fairy money under Tyson’s pillow and be there for her when she woke up. Had Tyson not lost her tooth, I’d likely be doing the walk of shame in the morning. And my sassy little girl would have called me on it.
We drove there in silence, letting Frank Sinatra fill the air between us. My mind was in a fog and I was still throbbing from all the incredible sex. I tried to make sense of this crazy night, but couldn’t. I’d let my sinfully sexy boss fuck my brains out. Now what?
Despite the Sunset traffic, we got to my place in less than forty-five minutes. With both my car and my sister’s in the driveway, Drake parked his Maserati on the street. The lights in the house were off which meant everyone was asleep.
“Let me walk you to the door,” insisted Drake as I undid my seatbelt. His first words since we left his parents’ house.
“Okay.” As soon as I uttered the word, I wished I hadn’t.
Rounding the car, he escorted me to the entrance of my house, his hand planted on the small of my back. Why did this little gesture make me feel so special? So adored. So cherished.
“So, I guess it’s time to say goodnight to the Tooth Fairy,” he said softly as I retrieved my keys from my bag and unlocked the front door.
“Shit.” I fished again through my bag.
“What’s the matter?”
I pulled out a crumpled dollar bill. “This is all the cash I have.”
Drake rolled his eyes. “A buck that looks like it’s been through the ringer for your kid’s first tooth?”
Shame crept through me. My voice grew small. “Maybe you can take me to an ATM?”
He chuckled. “I. Don’t. Think. So.” Then he reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a bill. “Here. This is better.”
My eyes grew wide as he handed it to me. Holy shit! It was crisp, brand-new hundred-dollar bill. “Drake, I can’t take this.”
He laughed again. “No backsies.”
He sounded resolute.
“I’ll pay you back when I get my pay check.”
A smile stayed on his face. “You can pay me back another way…”
A sudden pang of anger ripped through me. A trigger. If he thought I was going to fuck him, he was dead wrong. No way was I going to accept the money and be at his beck and call. That was my mother. That wasn’t me.
My turn to say: “I. Don’t Think So.”
To rub salt into an open wound, he laughed again. “Oh, my sexy Tooth Fairy. You’ve got such a dirty mind. As much as I’d like to fuck you till the cows come home, that’s not what I had in mind.”
Blushing, I shot him a puzzled look.
His face softened. “I’d like to be with you when you put the dinero under Mighty’s pillow.” He paused. “Can I come in?”
The genuine sweetness in his voice melted my heart and dispelled the rage. With a smile, I told him he could and then pushed the door open. As he followed me in, I told him we should take off our shoes so we wouldn’t wake up Tyson. Or my sister.
“Do you have a piece of paper and some crayons or colored pencils?” he asked as he slipped off his left shoe.
“Of course.”
“Good. We need to leave a note from the Tooth Fairy.”
“Um…right.” Why didn’t I think of that? When I was giving art lessons, kids would always show me the notes they got from the Tooth Fairy. Maybe because I never got one?
Five minutes later, we were sitting side by side at the kitchen table with leftover Kentucky Fried, two glasses of milk, and a box of Oreos. Neither of us had eaten all night and we were suddenly ravenous. Along with the food, colored pencils were scattered on the table. While I drew a picture of the Tooth Fairy on a sheet of paper, Drake munched on an Oreo, eating it just the way Ty did…splitting it open and licking off the frosting first. Except when he licked the frosting, it was so damn sexy.
“You’re such a good artist,” commented Drake after devouring the cookie.
“Thanks.” I had to admit my whimsical Tooth Fairy with her purple tutu, gold crown, and magic wand was almost marketable.
Drake snagged the paper with the drawing. “Okay, now let me write the note so Ty won’t recognize the handwriting and will think it’s really from the Tooth Fairy.”
In no time, our teamwork paid off. The note, thanking Ty for her beautiful shiny tooth and commending her good brushing and flossing, was written though I made Drake add a P.S. after “Love, The Tooth Fairy” saying that since this was Ty’s very first tooth she was getting a little extra. Drake added quotes around the word “little” and then drew a funny picture of a tooth that looked like a cartoon character. As if we were two proud parents, we admired our handiwork. To say I was not touched by the care Drake put into the note would be a lie. The all-night sex we had might have been electrifying, but our joint arts and crafts project aroused me in another equally powerful way. For lack of better words, a comfy, cozy crackling fireplace kind of way. Sparks were flying between us, the heat rising. Our thighs touching, I felt closer to this gorgeous man-god than I ever had.
“How did you lose your first tooth?” I asked as he folded the note into an envelope along
with the hundred-dollar bill.
“Skating. I slammed into the wall of the rink and almost knocked out the same front tooth that Ty lost. It was hanging by a thread and was a bloody mess. My father pulled it out when he got home. My mother almost fainted.”
“Eww.” Thank goodness, that hadn’t happened to Ty. I would have totally freaked.
“It looked much worse than it was. And I scored big with the Tooth Fairy,” he added with a chuckle. “What about you?”
A lump formed in my throat as the painful memory surfaced. I could still feel the sharp whack to my face as if it were only yesterday. My head involuntarily jerked at the sensation. There was no magic fairy for me. Just ugly reality.
“Dee, are you okay?” asked Drake.
I nodded, wanting to open up to him. “My mother, in one of her drunken fits, whacked me when I was five and knocked out my two front teeth.”
Drawing in a breath, I closed my eyes and saw crimson red behind them. Blood everywhere. I could even hear five-year-old me crying, my mother shrieking madly.
Drake cupped my face and I opened my eyes. His face somber, his gaze penetrated mine. “Oh, baby. I’m sorry. I wish I could make everything right for you. Trust me, Ty is never going to have to go through what you have. I’ll kill anyone who ever lays hands on her. And I mean that.”
My mind quieted and then his lips touched down on mine. This kiss. Oh, this kiss. Laced with chocolate, it was like none other. Slow and tender. Sweet and tender. Warm and tender. Giving and tender.
I could have let him kiss me all night, but I finally pulled away. “C’mon, let’s take care of this.”
“Good idea.” My eyes fixed on him as he licked the envelope with the note and hundred-dollar bill. Oh, what that tongue could do!
A few moments later, we were in the bedroom I shared with Ty. The nightlight was on, and my heart swelled with joy at the sight of my little girl fast asleep with a small smile curled on her rosebud lips. Bending down, I reached under her pillow for her tooth and then replaced the plastic baggie with the envelope Drake was holding. Before rising, I planted a small kiss on her forehead.
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