by Elisa Leigh
I walk back out to my room and find Drake exactly where I left him, his eyes still on me and his cock standing at attention. I go to the foot of the bed and grab the sheet and pull it down until it’s lying on the floor, and my man is laid out for me, slowly stroking his cock. Drake quirks his brow at me, but I ignore him. I know he’s taunting me, calling me on my bluff. I have no intention of letting him win. I curl my index finger, urging him forward.
“Did you want something baby girl?”
“Yes, scoot your ass to the bottom of the bed.”
“You’re a hard woman to please Summer, but I suppose I can do this for you.”
When his ass is to the edge of the bed, I drop to my knees and rake my nails down the top of this thighs to his knees. Still stroking his dick, I look up at him, and he’s looking at me. He’s asking me to trust him.
“I’ve never done this before,” I whisper.
He strokes the back of his fingers against the edge of my face. “I know baby girl.”
“But I want to with you, only you.”
The teasing is gone, and so is the playful lust that urged us on just seconds ago. Now there’s a hunger fueling our desires. Drake guides his long thick cock to my mouth and rubs the head against my lips. I lick the precum and moan at his taste.
“Open your mouth, Summer,” he demands.
I try grabbing his dick as I assume I’m supposed to do, but he backs away and I’m hurt, not understanding this game he’s playing.
“Open your mouth, Summer,” he says again.
I’m tempted to just walk away, already feeling humiliated. Looking into his eyes, I try and figure out the right answer. Yes, Drake is a hard man who has needs, but I see kindness in his eyes as well as something stronger that I can’t place. I don’t think Drake would ever purposely hurt me, and that thought is what has me lowering my defenses and opening my mouth.
“You’re so beautiful baby girl. Now take the head into your mouth and suck.”
I do as he says and he tenses immediately. “Fuck,” he groans.
Unsure of myself, I pull back, thinking I did something wrong. Did I hurt him? “Did I hurt you?”
“Hell, no. Wrap those sweet lips around my dick, baby, and take me down deep as you can go.”
Drake holds his dick for me, and I try again. This time I don't stop when he tenses. Instead, I do my best to take him into my mouth, but that is hard to do when his dick is almost ten inches long. Bobbing my head, I find my rhythm moving faster and sucking harder, making him curse and wringing the pleasure out of him. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt as confident as I do right now bringing my man pleasure.
“Summer, I’m going to cum. If you don’t want that baby, ease off my dick before I can’t help but cum in that talented mouth of yours,” Drake tells me in a less controlled voice than I expect.
My pussy is wet, and the more I please him the wetter I get. My core is trembling, and my clit is pulsing. Instead of pulling away, I suck him harder and harder, needing him to find his release inside me. It doesn’t take long, and Drake is grunting his release. Ropes of salty sweet cum flow down my throat, and I swallow it greedily. I love the taste of my man. I wring every last drop of Drakes orgasm out of him before I pull away.
When I look up at him, he’s panting and staring at me hungrily. He grabs me, pulling my head up to his for a kiss. The kiss is sloppy and full of passion and leaves me on the edge of coming. He pulls me onto his lap, so I’m straddling him, my wet pussy runs against him, and he growls. “You’re fucking soaked baby girl. Was it the taste of my dick that got you off?”
“Oh god,” I moan.
Drake spanks my ass, shocking me, but pushing me closer to the edge. His eyes spark with heat. “I told you this isn’t god baby girl. I’m your fucking man. Say it, Summer.”
“You’re my man Drake.”
“That’s fucking right, baby girl.” He spanks me, again and again, makes my pussy flood. I moan, thrusting my pussy forward against his now very hard cock. “I’m yours, and only yours. There will never be another for me. You’re mine. Now sit up on your knees.”
Using his shoulders for support I sit up on my knees and feel Drake position his Dick at my entrance.
“Ride me Summer. Take what you need from me.”
I slide down his monstrous pole and moan the entire way until I’m fully seated with him inside me. “Drake, you feel so good, fuck me.”
“Uh uh, baby girl.” Drake grabs my hips and helps me move against him. Once I find my rhythm, it doesn’t take long, and I’m coming.
“That’s right baby girl. Come all over my dick. Then when you’re done, I’m going to flip you over and fuck you hard from behind.”
Six
Drake
I flip her on her belly and pull her to her knees. Her ass is presented to me, and I grip both cheeks in my hands, squeezing and separating them. I slide my hard cock into her wet pussy and grip her hair in my fist. She cries out my name when I tug her backward for a kiss. A soul-searing kiss that marks me in a way I didn’t know was possible. Pulling back from the kiss, I grip my rock hard cock and push into her opening. When I’m balls deep inside her, I realize the depth of my feelings for her. She is more than mine, I am beyond in love with this woman. I fuck into her harder to keep from doing something crazy like telling her how I feel after just one date, though I fucking want to. She is perfect. My thoughts shift into overdrive. Fuck crazy. She’s my ideal woman. I wonder how soon I can make her my wife.
“Don’t stop, Drake. You’re so deep this way.” She moans, and it goes all through me. I spank her ass and watch it jiggle. “You have a great. Fucking. Ass.” I say, pounding into her after each word.
The more I spank her ass, the wetter she becomes, until her sweet girl cum is dripping down my balls and thighs. Summer clenches down on my dick when I go to pull out my eyes roll into the back of my head. Dear fuck, what is this woman doing to me? Grabbing her hips, I pound into her, harder and harder, unable to get deep enough. She moans and fucks back into me.
“Play with your clit baby girl because I’m about to come inside you.” She moves her hand down until her fingers touch her clit and then she moves them in a rapid circular motion. Her moans get louder and louder, and she pops her ass up higher. “Damn it, Summer. Tell me you’re mine,” I demand.
“I’m yours, Drake. Fill my pussy. Give me what I need, please. Please, Please,” she begs. Fuck, she begs so pretty for me. Her submission is what I crave. Her heart and her submission.
“More baby girl? I’ll give you everything,” I promise. I grip her hair tighter and turn her head to face me. Looking down into her dark brown eyes, I see more than the undeniable lust I’ve seen in them all along. I can’t help kissing her full, still swollen lips.
“Drake,” she breathes, halting her erratic movements. I do the same. “Harder. I need more.” Digging my fingers into her lush hips, I fuck into her until we come together. Her pussy clenches around my cock, milking my orgasm. I can’t help imagining her pregnant. Eventually, our pulsing stops long enough for me to pull out of her sopping wet cunt. I am drawn to the sight of the cum leaking out of her. There’s so much. I immediately shove two thick fingers into her, keeping our combined release inside of her, where it belongs. I bring her to orgasm again, and when I let her go, she flops down on the bed, exhausted. I drop down next to her and pull her into my arms.
“Woman, you are fucking killing me,” I groan.
“What did I do?” she asks, running her fingers over the cross tattooed on my shoulder.
“You’ve fucking ruined me, Summer.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” she giggles.
“It definitely isn’t,” I reply.
“I’m pretty sure I love you, Drake.”
“Pretty sure?” I ask. I need her to be one hundred percent certain.
“Yeah, I don’t want you to think that I’m like a psycho or something. One date? Does that even happen?” she a
sks, looking over at me. I could get lost in those eyes. Her long lashes almost touch her eyebrows. I am mesmerized by them. My cock begins to harden again, but I will it away. I am sure she is exhausted, and I don’t want to overwork her sweet pussy.
“You better fucking believe it, baby girl. That works out in my favor because I love you. I don’t give a fuck that it might be crazy.”
“So, what do we do now?”
“Let’s start with tonight and then all the rest of the days.”
“I like the sound of that. So much.”
“Me too, baby girl. Me too.”
A few weeks later, I wake up in her bed again. We have been going back and forth between her apartment and my house. Every night she is in my arms where she belongs, and fuck if each day isn’t better than the last. We still haven’t discussed the fact that I fill her unprotected pussy up with my seed every chance I get, but I know we need too. The ring I have been carrying around in my pocket since our first date is always on my mind. The time hasn’t been right for me to propose, but today is the day. My ring on her finger is the only thing that matters. I am off today, and I was looking forward to sleeping in, but Summer is on call, and someone didn’t show up this morning. I usually work four ten-hour shifts, and so does she but with an additional on-call day. I watch her put her purple scrubs on and then sit on the edge of the bed to put her shoes on.
“I should be off around six,” she says cheerily, pulling her hair up in a tight ponytail that gives me ideas that I don’t need right now, but I file it away for a later time. I love that she loves her job so much. She needs to help people, and this is her way of doing that. I do the same thing. It’s just another way that I know we are meant to be. I was meant to walk into that hospital and find her.
“Meet me at my house for dinner?” I ask.
“Sounds good,” she leans over and kisses me, and I can’t help pulling on that enticing ponytail. She’s out the door before I have a chance to say anything else. I amble out of bed and take a hot shower before leaving her apartment, locking the door behind me.
I head out to the Bay Pointe Beach, where my house is. I hit the grocery store on the way to grab some things for dinner. Shortly after six, I get a text from Summer.
Summer: I’m going to be late. Tori is having a crisis. Going to her place. I’ll call you when I’m on my way. Sorry, and I love you.
Me: I love you too. See you later.
When she still isn’t here at nine-thirty, I do something I swore I’d never do. I track her fucking phone like the psycho I am feeling like and find her at Cirque, the same night club I was going to take her to the night we went out the first time.
I don’t know what comes over me, I grab my keys and head over to the club. I am not exactly sure what I am expecting to find, but all I know is that she fucking lied to me and that doesn’t sit well with me at all.
Seven
Summer
When I got to work today I could tell something was off with Tori. Usually, my best friend is happy and ready to laugh. Not today. Today she was in a pissed off mood from the minute I saw her clocking in. I thought it was just that we hadn’t been spending enough time together lately. I finally cornered her and made her tell me what was up. I still don’t think she told me everything, but she told me she was having a shitty week and what she really needed was a girl’s night.
Now that I’ve been watching her on the dance floor and the amount of liquor she’s been downing tonight, I’m starting to wonder what has been making things hard for her. She all but begged me to go out tonight. There was something about the way she asked that told me I shouldn’t say no. I told myself there was nothing wrong, going dancing with my best friend. It’s not like I would do anything with another guy or let it happen. Yet as I talked myself into going, the lie felt bitter. A lie is a lie after all, even if it’s one by omission. I knew that if I told Drake what we were doing though he would have either asked me not to go or offered to come with us, neither of those were options for me. Tori needed a night just me and her, but now there’s a pit in the middle of my stomach put there by my own doing. This feels so wrong. I shouldn’t be here. I’ve thought of calling Drake a hundred times or even texting him. I know the minute I tell him where I’ve been, he’ll be pissed. I’m more worried about hurting him than taking the brunt of his anger. The man is everything to me. How could I have been so stupid to mess up like this?
I only had the one shot when we first arrived, but since then I’ve been drinking club soda with lime. Tori, on the other hand, is on her way to the bar for her eighth shot. “Why don’t you slow it down, Tor? You’re not going to feel good tomorrow as it is.” I urge her, knowing the further down the rabbit hole she goes the worse it will be for her in the morning.
She laughs. “Why don’t you stop acting like an old lady? You know,” she slurs, “you were more fun when you were single.” The bartender arrives and hands her another shot of whiskey. I roll my eyes as she takes the shot and goes back to the dance floor, drunk and oblivious to everyone that’s staring at her drunk ass, making a fool of herself.
Is she right? Have I been a shitty friend to her for the last few weeks? A few minutes later the DJ puts on Happier by Marshmello and Bastille and Tori’s eyes fly to mine, this is our song! She screams for me to come out there and I can’t tell her no. Laughing, I set my drink down and find her in the crowd. As soon as I get to her it’s like the past couple of weeks haven’t happened, and it’s just Tori, and me like it’s been since we were younger living in a group home. We dance the entire song, singing the lyrics and dancing with each other. The songs start to blur together, and we dance for a while, both of us pushing the guys who try and dance with us away.
Eventually, a guy who’s well over six feet and built like a bull grabs me and pulls me against his front. I try my best to move his hand, but he holds me tighter, squeezing my middle, and hurting me. I try and find Tori, but she’s having her own issues with two guys ganging up on her. She’s trying to push them away but isn’t having any better luck than I am. I elbow the asshole at my back, but it does nothing. Fear creeps in, and I start freaking out. It’s dark, and the music is loud. There are so many people on the dance floor that nobody would be able to tell if we were getting hurt or enjoying the attention. We’re so fucking screwed, and Drake doesn’t even know where I am. The asshole behind me grabs my throat. “Chill the fuck out.” Then he starts dragging me away from the crowd. My fight or flight kicks in, and I refuse to be a statistic. My nails don’t do much damage since I keep them short. At this point, I’m doing the best I can to get out of his reach and only pray that someone notices that I’m not in on this kind of action.
“Get down,” someone yells, and a hand flies out of nowhere straight into the guys face. Thank you, god! Drake is standing in front of me looking sexy as ever but pissed. He grabs my hand and starts pulling me away.
“Find your own pussy for tonight man, this one’s mine.” The fucker says, grabbing my other hand and yanks me to him.
Drake punches him in the nose, and the dumb asshole releases me.
“Fuck you, man, she isn’t worth this shit.”
Drake grabs him up by the shirt and marches him back, pushing him against the wall. The guy is about the same height, but with the anger and adrenaline pulsing through Drake, he’s no match. “Watch your fucking mouth! That woman is mine.”
When the guy laughs, Drake pulls him forward then pushes him back, so his head bangs against the wall.
“If she were yours, she wouldn’t be out here dressed like that.” The guy taunts Drake, and he grabs onto the bait. Drake punches him in the stomach twice before the guy gets in a good shot to Drake’s right eye. I wince and hate that I’m the reason he’s getting hurt right now. Drake would never stoop this low, normally.
“We calling the cops, or are you guys getting the fuck out?” A guy even bigger than Drake asks, pulling Drake away from the guy he was fighting with, who also as a bouncer
pulling him in the opposite direction.
Drake shakes him off and grabs my arm and starts pulling me toward the exit. “Let’s go.”
“Wait! I need to get Tori.”
“It’s already handled.”
“What do you mean it’s handled? I’m not letting her get into an Uber on her own. She’s drunk, god knows what will happen to her.”
Drake grabs me and turns me, then points off about a hundred feet away and I see Chase carrying Tori out over his shoulder. “Oh.” The loon has a giant smile on her face and is playing his ass like a set of bongos. Drake turns us back toward the exit and grabs my wrist. The fact that he won’t even hold my hand tells me how pissed he is. Tonight is such a fucking disaster.
When we get outside, Drake walks up to the valet and hands the guy his ticket. Now that we’re out of the club I see that he’s dressed for going out and it immediately pisses me off. Why was he even here?
Eight
Drake
I’m so fucking pissed right now that I can’t think straight. First Summer lied about what she was doing tonight and then I watched that asshole try and take her from me. To be honest, I’m mostly pissed at myself. Chase called me when I was about to walk out of the door. When I told him that I was going to Cirque, he said he’d meet me there.
When I got to the club with Chase, we found Summer and Tori dancing together. Instead of going to get them, we both grabbed a beer, and I watched her closely, enjoying the look of happiness on her face. She was so carefree, and I wasn’t ready to ruin that. Chase and I had to hold each other back a few times when a guy would try and dance with the girls, but each time they would push them away. The last guy didn’t take no for an answer, and I was out of my seat pushing my way through the crowd. No one touches my woman. It took me entirely too long to get to her, though.
