Guarding His Obsession

After I take the fingers from my mouth, I lean down and give her pussy a few more licks before I move up her body. I don’t want to leave her sweet taste, but my cock is a greedy bastard and he wants a taste, too.

“Drake,” Zoey moans, pulling me to her.

My mouth immediately goes for her hard nipple, needing it in my mouth as my cock lines up at her opening.

“Please, Drake. I need more.”

As if to punctuate her statement, she raises her hips, letting the tip of my cock dip into her wetness. Giving her what she wants, I push forward past her damp folds and let her pussy suck me into her tight channel.

She’s so goddamn tight, and I bite down a little on her nipple to keep myself from cumming. The distraction of pleasing her body is enough to keep me from the edge, and I thrust all the way inside her as she clenches around me.

Breaking my mouth away from her breast, I look up into her eyes and start to thrust in and out of her in long strokes.

“I won’t last long,” I grit out, trying not to cum too soon.

“I’m so excited,” she says, looking up at me with big bright eyes. “Will I feel the cum go in me?”

Her words have me nearly losing it, and I bury my face in her neck. “Fuck, Zoey. You’re going to make me cum.”

“I’m just wondering if I’ll feel it when it happens. Will I get really full? Like, is there room in me for that? Your cock is ginormous. I don’t know how cum will fit, too. I should cum on your cock first to see what that feels like. Cumming on your fingers was spectacular.”

I smile against her neck and pump in and out of her. When I reach between us and rub her clit, she moans in my ear.

“Oh, that’s it. Yep, I’m there.”

I softly bite down on her shoulder as she clenches around me. I feel her nails scratch down my back as she tenses up and lets out her orgasm. My name leaves her lips, and it’s then I can’t hold back any more.

The sound of her cumming, combined with her uttering my name, is all I can take, and I thrust into her one final time, filling her with every drop of me.

I grunt against her body as wave after wave of pleasure shoots up my spine, through my balls. It’s the most intense orgasm of my life, and I nearly collapse on Zoey as I reach the end of it.

Bracing myself on my elbows, I keep myself buried inside her as I catch my breath.

“Wow. I totally felt that,” she says, kissing my neck. “Oh.”

The funny sound has me leaning up to look down at her.

“I feel it running down my ass. Is that normal? You must have cum a lot. Do I have to clean up? I kind of like you being inside me like this. Is that weird?”

I smile as I roll us over, keeping my cock in her. Fuck, I love the things that just come out of her mouth. No embarrassment. Just her. Once she’s settled on top of me, I hold her hips and thrust up inside her.

“I don’t know what’s normal and if everyone likes what we like. But I know that there’s nothing about you that I don’t want to taste or love. And hearing you say that you like me inside you makes me want to fuck you all over again.”

She beams at me like I just made her world right, and she starts to move up and down on my cock.

“Good, because I want to do that again, and this time with more positions. I’m pretty flexible.” She leans forward a little. “I Googled some stuff,” she says seriously.

My smile turns into a moan as she leans back a little and takes me deeper inside her. If the world ends now, I’ll die a happy man.

13

Zoey

“Don’t even think about it, cupcake,” Drake says as I eye him over the breakfast bar while he cleans up after our late lunch.

Another knock sounds at the door, and I make my move, darting for it as quick as I can. I only make it four steps before he has me in his arms, throwing me over his shoulder as I squeal. Over the past few weeks I’ve noticed I like to make him chase me. There’s something about the thrill of it. I can’t seem to stop myself, and I knew the moment I heard the knock at the front door that it was another chance to strike.

I’m not allowed to answer the door. Hell, I haven’t even left this place in over two weeks. Held up in a Drake sex fog. It wasn’t until recently that I noticed how lost I’d become in him. I wasn’t wrapping up a current project I was working on and Elle kept reminding me of it daily. Probably because Ensore, the company we had a contract with right now, was all over her about it and making her hound me.

Drake swats my ass, making me wiggle and laugh.

“I don’t know why you even try. I’ll always catch you.”

He turns a little so he doesn’t not knock me against the door as he checks the peephole. It has to be someone from inside the building or a call would have rung up. The only visitors we get are Pink and Elle. If I had to guess, it’s Elle, and that means Pink isn’t far behind. He just kind of pops up when she’s around, making sure to always be in her space. She’ll snap at him and then they go at it, and it always ends with Pink carrying her out of the apartment, my sister wrapped around him. I have no clue how Pink can walk and make out at the same time, but he seems to have it down to an art.