50 Shades of Drake 1 and 2

50SOD II: Chapter Fifty-Eight

    Destiny did not hold back. Finally free from the restraints of having to follow orders, she had her way with Aubrey. While on top of him, she moved her hips in figure eight motions with him inside of her. She bounced up and down on him hard enough to pull a muscle, or several, if she wasn't careful. And she wasn't careful. She was completely, wantonly, reckless.

    At some point while she was riding him, his hands started to wander.

    Drunk on both lust and power, she slapped him in the face. "I didn't tell you to move your hands."

    "Yes, Ma'am," he said softly, returning his hands to her hips.

    She leaned down and kissed him. A sloppy, filthy wet kiss that sent her head reeling. Her pelvis ground down into him as she deepened the kiss. Then she lifted her head and she was bouncing on him again. A fine sheen of sweat graced her skin. Her hair looked something similar to a wild lion's mane.

    Over time, his hands started to roam again. He raised them up the curve of her waist. They moved in to cup her breasts.

    She smacked him. Hard.

    He squeezed her breasts and stared at her defiantly as he did so.

    She continued to slap him and he continued to defy her until he released a loud groan and stood up with one arm secured around her waist. He lifted the other hand and brushed her hair out of her face so he could send his mouth crashing down on hers with a ferocity that stunned her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and and her arms around his neck as he crossed the room and slammed her against the nearest wall.

    His mouth ravaged hers to the point where she forgot to breathe. He pulled back from the kiss and demanded, "You wanted me to fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked, correct?"

    "Yes," she gasped.

    He buried his head in the crook of her shoulder, pressed a palm flat against the wall beside her head, and went in. He thrust into her, reaching depths he hadn't before.

    She locked her ankles tighter behind his back and clung to his neck. She bit into his shoulder as her thighs started to convulse. The climax was approaching, she could feel it. But before it rocked her body, there was a question that she had to ask. "Look at me."

    He raised his head and his brows drew together as he continued pushing into her.

    She removed one arm from around his neck and cupped his chin in her hand, making sure she had his attention. "Whose is it?" she demanded to know.