50 Shades of Drake 5 and 6

Chapter Fifty-Five

    The morning started off right. By the time Destiny opened her eyes, she was already nearing an orgasm. That would be thanks to the man beneath the bed covers who was currently wearing her thighs for earmuffs. She writhed and dipped her hands beneath the covers so that she could guide his head. Eventually, guiding his head gave way to mashing his face into her snatch. All that mattered to her, though, was that it felt good. Her hips arched off of the bed and she writhed against his mouth while palming the back of his head. The soft hair from his beard brushed against her thighs whenever he moved his head.

    Eager to see him, she shoved the covers aside.

    He lifted his eyes and looked up at her while sucking the life out of her.

    She stared into his eyes while gently pushing her mound against his mouth. Unable to keep still enough to hold her hand in one spot, she removed her hand from his head and grabbed fistfuls of sheets. Soft moans escaped her mouth, but it didn't take long for those moans to graduate to full-fledged groans. The sounds coming out of her were ones she didn't even recognize, but she was too turned on to care how she sounded, too turned on to care how she looked. All she cared about was that his mouth stayed exactly where it was, and that his tongue remained inserted precisely as it was. World hunger, poverty, and reduced crime came after her very carnal need to have his mouth attached to her most feminine of parts as often as possible.

    His tongue swirled in a cyclone fashion, and he didn't let up. He hooked his arms around her thighs and dragged her downward on the bed while turning his head and biting one thigh.

    Destiny could feel the pressure of climax building, and she rode the wave while grasping for anything nearby. She moaned, she screamed, she begged him not to stop, and she closed her thighs tighter around his head to keep him trapped there until his job was done. "Ahhhhh..." She sucked in her breath and rose up on her elbows as his lips and tongue coaxed an orgasm out of her. Her body convulsed and she fell flat on the bed, turning her face into the nearest pillow to stifle her screams.

    She heard a low chuckle and felt the bed shift. Moving the pillow and hoisting a look in Aubrey's direction, she breathed out, "You don't play fair."

    "Then again, you already knew that," he said, crawling and positioning himself so that he hovered over her. "And after last night, I'd dare say that you are the last person who should be talking about playing fair."

    "Last night was..."

    "Confirmation that you should be my wife, that you deserve to bear my last name and my children."

    She laughed. "I was going to say that it was...it was..." A ton of words came to mind, but none captured what she wanted to say.

    "Unforgettable," he supplied.

    "Yes." That word would have to suffice, since she couldn't come up with one better.

    He dipped his head down and kissed the tip of one breast. "Exceptional."

    She giggled. "That works, too."

    "Erotic." His kisses skimmed downward to her belly button.

    Her body tensed. "Taboo," she gasped out when she felt his tongue inside of her belly button.

    "Taboo," he echoed, his kisses moving up her body again. "I like that."

    "What got into you this morning?"

    He shrugged. "I wanted to taste something sweet and was too lazy to go down to the kitchen."

    She laughed and turned her head. "Now that you mention kitchen, I realize just how starving I am."

    "It's impossible to train you, do you know that?" he asked quietly.

    "Then again, you already knew that," she quoted, using his own words against him.

    He laughed and moved to sit beside her.

    "What makes me impossible to train?" she asked quietly. "Or, rather, what made you say it this time?"

    "It's what always makes you hard to train," he answered. "You always showcase these perfect displays of dominance. Whenever you do it, it's timed so well that it's difficult for me to reprimand you for it. Case in point last night."

    "Having her locked in a room watching us was savage, but she deserved a more intimate show."

    "Ruthless."

    She laughed. "You were the one who said we needed to entertain our guest," she said flippantly. "I was just following my master's orders."

    His dick jumped at the word "master." It physically twitched right before her eyes. Before she had the time to comment on it, he grabbed her and pulled her on top of his lap.

    Straddling him when he was growing harder by the minute would no doubt be the highlight of her morning. Last night, she hadn't embellished or exaggerated. He always fucked her good, always fucked her right, always felt good when his body was near her or on her, or in her. In moments like these, when he was pulling on her hair while giving her a hickey on her neck and simultaneously entering her, that she questioned how it was even possible for her to fall in love with anyone else. It was moments like these when she thought herself crazy for ever imagining a life without him. This was the man she needed. He was just as vital to her as oxygen was. He wasn't just a man that she loved, a man that she wanted to spend her life with, a man that she would do anything for. He was a biological need. Her body cried out for him as if to confirm this theory.

    She rode him slowly while sucking on his bottom lip, clenching her muscles around him as she lowered down his shaft.

    His hands dropped down to grip her ass as she bounced on him, and he sucked on the tip of one breast. Slow love-making. He made sure to spoil her with attention, and being that he was Aubrey, had the uncanny knack of paying attention to detail. He didn't just tease her breasts with his tongue; his eyes studied her face, gauging her reaction to determine what she did and didn't like. It was crazy just how arousing it was to know that he was doing it.

    Her pace increased in speed and she grabbed the leather headboard behind him. 

    His voice was low and rough in her ear. "I want my little savage to come all over me. Can my little savage do that?"

    "Mmm," she moaned in response.

    "Can she?"

    "Yes, she can," Destiny responded, feeling the slightest bit strange about talking about herself in the third person but ultimately not caring because her man was filling her up and stretching her out in a way that made her feel like he'd earned the right for her to bear his children. Feeling a little brazen, she positioned her mouth near his ear and said, "And I want my savage daddy to come inside me. Can he do that?"

    Aubrey slid an arm around her waist and crushed her against him while she rode him. "Say it again."

    She looked him in the eyes. Her lips swollen from kissing him and the tips of both breasts were swollen from him kissing them. Feeling incredibly powerful, she licked his lips. "I want..." Another lick. "My savage daddy..." Another lick. "To come..." Another lick. "Inside me." A final lick.

    And on that final lick, Aubrey leaned forward and caught her tongue between his lips. He sucked on her tongue to the point that it hurt and kissed her so deeply, she was near the point of suffocation by the time he pulled back. "Come with me," he ordered.

    Like a good little submissive, she did.