10. Big Dick Draco #3
“Fuck you mean by that?” he asked, turning his nose up at me.
“I saw you, all hugged up with some chick at your bachelor party!” I spat.
“You saw me hugged up with who, Peep?” he asked.
“Well…” I thought long and hard about the video, wishing I would have watched it a third time. “She was all up on you. The girl with the pink dress!”
He laughed so loud that it made me jump back, then pissed me off so I scowled at him.
“What you saw was a chick asking if she could get me a drink. I promptly told her to kick rocks because I was getting married and she ain’t have shit on my girl.”
“Yeah, okay! I’m not dumb, nigga! You know you fucked that girl,” I said before biting my lip. He looked at me curiously.
“Yo’ ass don't even cuss right. You been drinkin’?”
“It's my bachelorette party! That's what I'm supposed to do, right?”
“Peep, you really gon’ make me fuck you up in here, huh?
” He reached for me and I ducked like I thought he was swinging at me.
He backed up and laughed again before gripping my neck and backing me into the wall.
The ever-present gentleness in which he handled me had me at ease, but the menacing look in his eyes still had me holding my breath.
“Scary ass.”
With his hand still on my neck, he leaned in and kissed me, not stopping until I was softly moaning into his mouth. Then, he slid his hand between my thighs and up my skirt, gently squeezing me through my panties.
“I see you left your parachute at home today,” he joked. I wanted to hit him, but between the grip on my neck and the one between my legs, I was paralyzed.
“I told you before. If I’m with you, I’m with you. Don’t insult me by suggesting I’m anything like that weak ass nigga you were with before,” he said in a calm but threatening tone.
I could only nod and gasp in response when he slipped his middle finger inside my panties and started making slow, deliberate circles.
“I—Oh God… You can’t do that here!” I gasped, looking around to make sure no one could see us.
“Baby, you better get used to it. Come next week, this my pussy. If I wanna make you cum, I’ma do it. You understand?”
“Y-Yes,” I moaned, head falling against the wall behind me.
“That’s what the fuck I’m talkin’ bout. I love when you listen. You feel how wet she is for me right now?”
“Yesss,” I hissed, knowing I was about to make an even bigger mess all over his fingers.
“Now, you better tell that nigga in the thong, and anybody else in your face that you're Property of Brick West before you end up an accessory to a nigga getting his shit blown back. Keep fuckin’ playin’ with me and see what happens, Destiny.
Enjoy the rest of your lil’ party,” he said before letting me go, smacking a kiss to my lips, and turning to walk away.
“Oh my God,” I whispered to myself as I bent over, hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath like I had just ran a 5k. I was so conflicted—part of me wanted to chase him down and slap him for doing that to me, and the other half wanted to chase him down and make him finish the job.
Once I regained the feeling in my legs, I made my way back out to find Eden and Stasha. The guys were gone and luckily for me, so was Draco. The festivities had resumed, and no one seemed to even remember the embarrassing scene that just unfolded.
“You good?” Eden asked, smirking at me.
“I’m fine.” I bit my lip, grabbing another drink and taking a huge chug.
“Did y’all go back there and fuck?” Eden’s face brightened with curiosity. “Oh my God, girl! That is so romantic!”
“We did not!” I snapped.
“Eden, please. You don’t have to be so crass all the time!” Stasha said, rolling her eyes.
“Stasha please shut the fuck up. You been over there actin’ like a prude all night! It’s her bachelorette party. They’re about to be married, and that man is fine as hell! You think she’s gonna be in the house with him and not give him no coochie? Let's be realistic here,” Eden fussed.
“You're really gross,” Stasha scoffed, rolling her eyes.
“Anyways, cheers to my sister and her future husband.” She rolled her eyes. “I pray that after next Saturday you get all the dick you been missing out on! I mean put through the mattress every fucking night!”
“Eden, please,” I groaned in embarrassment
She frowned when she realized I was mortified, then pulled me to the side. She played entirely too much, but she never hesitated to shut it down when she noticed that I felt a way.
“Des… Girl I’m sorry. I figured with as much time as y’all have been spending together, and as crazy as he is about you, that y’all were smashing.
I know I do too much sometimes.” The sincerity in her voice made me even more embarrassed.
I knew she didn’t mean anything by it—she was just way more open about her sexuality and more experienced than I was.
Not that it took much to be more experienced than me.
“It’s okay,” I assured her, still aching between my legs from what Brick started in the hallway. I promised myself that would be the last time I was inexperienced or unsatisfied.