Drake Dick Flash Novels & Stories

*Katherine* This tall guy in a shirt and trouser starts walking toward us. Because I have short sightedness, I still can’t see his face until he is very close. The moment his features sharpen in my sight, recognition hits me like a slap. It is the guy from the clubhouse.

School closed early because it was a free class day. Drake took me down to his Villa. And I knew what they wanted. Before I could say anything. He ripped my buttons apart and threw my shirt away and next, he pulled down my skirt revealing my red panty to him. He smacked my ass and it aroused me. My nipples were hard and they became sensitive. He turned me around in a way I was backing him and he moved towards the mirror. We were in front of the mirror. He unhooked my bra and pulled it off me. . . . ……

Why didn’t I know she’d been in that much pain? The doors finally open. A doctor approaches, clipboard in hand. “Mr. Dorne?” I snap to attention. “How is she?” “She’s asleep now,” he says. “Stable. Her vitals are normal. The episode was acute but not dangerous in the long term.” My knees nearly buckle with relief. I exhale, slow and shaky. “What caused it?” “Migraines of that intensity,” the doctor continues, “can be triggered by memory flashes, especially in patients who have experienced amnesia.”

"Fine, I'll have your sloppy seconds. I'll win her over that way, and show her how much more of a man I am than you, 'big bro'." I just blinked. Darren looked my way and walked toward me. "We'll be getting to know each other very very soon," he said, taking my hand and kissing it, his anger at his brother quickly replaced with flirtatiousness at me. "Well, is anyone going to beat a million dollars?" The MC asked. "Going once, going twice." The room was still in shock from what occurred. "Sold, to the man who either really wants this woman or loves animals."

Drake smirked, he moved closer to her but Cynthia didnt flinch, her eyes calm and staring straight at his, he scoffed at her confidence, this is the real her, not that crying bunny at the party. "You let me in, remember, Miss Frost". He murmered close to her ears. Cynthia felt a warm sensation rushing through her body, why did she have such a reaction, "are you trying to seduce me Mr Wilson?" She asked sweetly, her eyes roaming over his entire face, completely contrasting the heat rising inside her. He was a playboy that she knew, she wouldn't be surprised if Drake asked for her body so he could let her go. "How have you been, princess?", Drake replied, ignoring her previous question but th

I hold on to the brake and was able to stop just before getting crashed. Even before recovering from the shock, four well-built men in black stepped out of the Volvo. They forcefully opened my door. Things happened all of a sudden even before my adrenaline reacts. Suddenly I felt an electrifying shock on my shoulder. I tried my best to see what is around me. I could see black masks, faces, voices were fading away...little by little...and then all went black...................................

’ Heart thought. Drake slid his dick and started thrusting so hard and fast. Heart’s boobs were bouncing even though she was on the bottom. “Ugh, ah, ahhh, ahhhhh!” Heart moaned. Drake closed his eyes. “Ugh, ugh, ahhhhh, my girlfriend, ugh, ah, ahhh, I can’t even fuck you like this, ughhhh, woah, Scarlet Heart, you are so loose, but it is okay, you are hot and wet, ugh, ah, ahhh!” Drake continued fucking her so fast and fast. He then hugged her so tight and made his thrusts faster.

Drake growled. “Fucking sweet and delicious like pineapple,” I replied. I rotated from fucking her with my tongue to sucking on her swollen nub. I slipped two of my fingers deep into her while I gave her nub a nibble. I returned to fucking her with my tongue. I could feel her walls fluttering against my tongue. I knew she was close. “DRAY.” She screamed. I felt her cum hard in my mouth as her walls tightened around my tongue, trying to keep it with her body. I pulled back and looked up.

“Who is it?” “It’s Drake.” The hell is he doing here? Jessica took the security latch off the door and opened it. “Drake, it’s almost eleven o’clock.” “I know, but I needed to speak with you alone,” he said. Jessica opened the door wider to let him in. Drake stepped into the room. He was wearing a thick wool trench coat. He was clean-shaven, and he kept his afro short; it framed his oval-shaped head. Drake still cut a sharp profile, that was for sure.

Drake sat cross-legged on the floor of his dimly lit room, the stale air around him heavy with the acrid scent of cigarette smoke. The blinds hung askew, casting slanted shadows across his hunched figure. In one trembling hand, he held a cigarette; in the other, a small vial of white powder. He sniffed sharply, his head snapping back as the powder burned through his senses, momentarily dulling the chaos in his mind. The door creaked open, interrupting his reprieve. Jessica stepped inside, her silhouette outlined by the dim light spilling in from the hallway. She paused in the doorway, her face a mixture of grief and disappointment as she took in the scene.