Romans & histoires Drake Dick Flash

'A mission to protect? Really? Freaking doomed!’ -Drake Lucas Del Fiore- Note: This is a work of fiction. Characters and all are based on the author's imagination. All rights reserved, and soft copy is prohibited. Contains highly sensitive scenes and mature episodes. R18. Drake’s POV I groaned deeply as I nearly reached my climax. Her heavy breathing gave me the satisfaction of knowing she’s way beyond heaven. I pulled her closer and thrust deeper inside her. Her hands fisted on my back while I was doing the job.

Drake kissed Talia's ankle and arranged kisses and licks in an invisible pattern toward her knee, going up and grazing her skin with his teeth occasionally, spreading her legs further apart with every next kiss until he reached the cradle of her thighs. "I want to kiss and lick every inch of you", Drake spoke in a sexy low voice. "But I want to kiss you here the most…" And then his tongue moved over her clit in one mighty long stroke. "Ah!" Talia's body arched and Drake held her hips in place for him to feast upon her flesh. Talia was not sure if the fireworks outside were over, but the explosion of lights definitely happened in front of her closed eyes. Drake groaned as her wetness mixed wi

I kept riding, milking every drop, my cum mixing with his, dripping down my legs. The crew member fled, the chat hitting millions, cameras shaking. I slid off, pussy raw, cum leaking, and pushed him to his knees. I spread my legs wide and Drake’s tongue plunged straight into my dripping hole. He lapped up every thick drop of our mixed cum while the cameras rolled inches from my face. The live chat hit billions and the tips poured like a money shot. I yanked his hair and pulled his glazed face up to mine. “Get that cock hard again, you fuck.”

Flashbulbs erupted the second the door opened. “Ready?” Dahlia asked, smoothing her dress. Nate leaned close, that familiar grin tugging at his lips. “Ready to see what’s under that dress? Yes, please.” Dahlia shot him a deadly glare, but her lips twitched despite herself. “You’re impossible.” They stepped out together - the city’s most mysterious couple. The cameras went wild. “Miss Reyes! Miss Reyes, over here!” “Who’s your husband? Can we see his face?”

"If my blind date looked like that, I'd flash-marry him too." "So. Is he good?" "We've only met three times!" Nora hissed. "Three times is plenty. Sex doesn't require multiple meetings." Jenny had her own theories. "You said yourself you're very satisfied with Adrian Cross. What does that mean?" "It's chemical attraction. You're a doctor. You know this." "And you're a flash marriage, not a fake marriage. Why play the 'in-name-only' game?" "Enough." Nora shoved a cookie into Jenny's mouth. "We're in front of a hospital. No R-rated content by the entrance."

Anxious, Jessica struggled frantically. "Neil, it seems this chick knows nothing about the rules. You need to teach her how this works!" "Okay, then! I'll teach her how things work in this place!" With that the playboy with a studded ear grabbed the bottle of red wine from the table, spiked it with some kind of powder right in front of Jessica, cupped her under the chin and began to force-feed her! Jessica gave a violent shudder as the pungent wine was poured onto her face, trickling down her neck into her collar and soaking the front of her blouse.

“We figured the bar was a safer alternative.” “Cool things off a little,” Kayne added, tossing back a shot with a practiced flick of his wrist. “And drinking was the best plan you two geniuses could come up with?” I asked dryly, eyebrows raised. “Absolutely.” Draven smirked, tapping the rim of my glass with his own. “From one messed-up soul to another, alcohol’s cheaper than therapy.” “Unbelievable,” I muttered, leaning back in my seat. “And yet here you are,” Draven shot back, shrugging. “Still sitting here with us.*

His eyes watching the image in the mirror with very criticizing eyes. "You are telling me you moisturized your legs and face? And its fucking cold outside, wear a fucking jacket." Drake snapped while looking through the opened magazines. "Yeah, I bought this coco butter thing. Smells like Sara." Dean replied. Drake had his mouth falling. He wanted to rub his eyes so he could wake up or come back to reality. His eyes kept moving from his idiot friend to the magazines. Finally, after much consideration he sighed. It was pitiful but he supposed love can not only blind you but kill brain cells as well and his friend was long gone. Too damn far.

Maddie POV Drake and I had an amazing day together just lazing in bed and enjoying one another’s body. Now Drake had surprised me with a night out. He had a dress already there for me – a gorgeous black cocktail dress that showed off more flesh than I was accustomed to showing. A deep vee in the front with spaghetti straps holding the dress up. The bottom of the dress fell mid-thigh with a short slit to the right of the bottom.