22. Helen #3
His mouth stopped on my clit, gently sucking the bundle of nerves.
He treated me carefully, warming me up despite how soaked I already was.
Brown eyes closed as he hummed against my slick pussy as if he was experiencing nirvana with his tongue in my cunt.
Two rapid flicks made me spasm before he drew back. “D,” he said.
His tongue circled my clit again before an angled swipe. “R.” More swipes before a short one across. “A,” he exhaled against my quivering folds. Three more lines flicked across my clit and my back arched off the desk. “K.”
My hands found his hair, tugging him impossibly closer, and he groaned into me. Four more fleeting lines stroked at the bundle of nerves, carving his name into me like he owned me. “E.” Then he closed his lips on my clit and sucked while adding two fingers into my cunt.
Drake repeated the motions of tracing his name into my clit as those two fingers curled in a come-hither motion against my front wall.
I jerked on the desk, writhing as his fingers entered me and his tongue marked me as his.
I made the mistake of glancing down and warm brown met ice blue, bewitching me as he tongue-fucked me into oblivion.
“Merde. Merde! Oh, putain!” I shattered on his mouth, hips shuddering through the tidal waves of my orgasm ripping through me.
He tongued me through my orgasm until my body melted onto the desk.
Drake rose from my core, lips slicked with my arousal, and curved with an untamed male grin of satisfaction.
“You taste so fucking good, Monty. I wish I could spend the rest of my life with my tongue in your cunt.” He sucked his slick fingers into mouth, lapping up every drop of my juices. “So good for me, pretty girl.”
A dreamlike quality veiled the world following my orgasm. His mouth roughly slamming into mine anchored me. My hands rushed between us, tearing open his shirt as he yanked his belt off. Drake barely managed to get his slacks and boxers past his hips before I was reaching for his erection.
I started to kick off the heels, intending to unstrap them, when his large hand caught my wrists. He pressed a hot kiss to my neck, whispering, “Leave them on.”
Drake straightened up and hooked his hands under my legs. He parted my thighs and gripped the base of his cock. I clenched with anticipation as he lined himself up with my entrance. A quick cry leapt off my tongue when he slid halfway in. The stretch sent liquid heat unfurling up my spine.
“You feel so good. So tight and wet for me.” Drake rocked his hips a fraction, in and out, nothing more than teasing me.
He slid his palms up and down my stocking-clad legs several times before catching my ankles.
He placed my brand-new heels on his shoulders, which forced my knees to either side of my chest.
“Ah!”
With one thrust, he sank deep and to the hilt. The angle of my spread legs and hips tilted up made him sink far enough to split me in half. I felt him stirring up my insides as he rocked against me.
“There we go, so fucking deep, Monty.” Drake kissed a strap covered ankle next to his face before snapping his hips into mine. “You take me perfectly. Perfect, perfect girl.”
“Drake, putain!” My head knocked against the desk as he slammed into me. The pleasure-pain of the depth and his perfect cock stroking inside my slick walls sent me spiraling into bliss.
“Are you going to give me another one?”
“Oui. ?a fait tellement de bien.” I arched into him, meeting him thrust for thrust. “More, please.”
“Anything for you, Monty. I’m all yours.
” Drake kept one hand on an ankle, breathing hot and heavy into my ankle.
His other hand dropped to my clit, thumb strumming over the nub until my body quaked beneath him.
“One more, please, baby. Be good for me. Give me one more.” He felt my walls fluttering and my thighs shaking.
“That’s it, right there. Give it to me. You’re going to come for me, yeah? ”
“Yes. Yes. Yes!”
“Fuck, I love feeling you come on my cock. God—” Drake bowed over me, and my legs slipped over his shoulders.
He pressed his forehead into mine, crashing his mouth into mine so hard our teeth clashed.
He pounded into me so hard the desk scraped against the floor and objects clattered to the ground.
“—dammit, I’m gonna fill this tight cunt.
Fuck, I love coming in your pretty pussy.
Let me come inside. Please, please, please. ”
“Do it, Drake. Please, fill me up,” I whined into his mouth. He inhaled my moans, then exhaled on a groan as he shot his release into my pulsing cunt.
We basked in the pleasured afterglow, his body covering mine as we focused on catching our breaths. Finally, he chuckled, and a sex-drunk smile stretched my lips.
“God, Monty, you’re perfect.” He kissed me again and a lascivious glint in his eyes made my cheeks flame.
“And I’m not washing my hand of your scent.
I’m gonna wear the scent of you tonight and think of you every time I have to shake the hand of one of my dad’s stupid motherfucking business friends. ”
“Drake!” I tried to admonish him, but I was too out of breath and dazed.
He mumbled something in between chuckles into my neck. And though I didn’t hear the words, his tone of voice made my heart swoop and a smile curve on my face.