Drake Dick Flash Novels & Stories

Drake stared at him maliciously, "So why don't you go put on some makeup? Frank, you have to disguise yourself as my girlfriend." Frank exclaimed, "I'm 1.8 meters tall, and if I become your girlfriend, won't it make you look like a bottom? Is that appropriate?" Drake said, "Where is the time to find a more suitable woman now? The tiger mom limited me to ten minutes to go out and meet her." Drake pulled Frank and ran towards Ava's room, saying, "Ava, quickly do this guy's makeup." A few minutes later, Frank stood in front of the mirror.

“I’m prepping you.” Emery choked on a laugh, breathless. “You’re still being a chef, aren’t you?” “Always,” Drake said, voice rough. “And I prep my ingredients before I destroy them.” Something cold and slick touched him. Oil. Not lube—olive oil. The rich, sharp scent made him take deep breaths. Drake poured it between his cheeks and massaged it in with thick fingers, working it down to his hole. The warmth of his skin, the cool slickness of the oil, the smell—it was overwhelming.

she gestured between us, “But I don’t want to lose my head in all this. I mean, we still don’t really know each other…” I held up my hand then. She looked at me strangely but mirrored my hand. I took her hand in mind and shook it. “Hi, I’m Drake,” I said, shaking her hand vigorously. “Uh-,” she chuckled. “You can’t be serious.” I didn’t let go. Just kept on shaking her hand. “Oh I’m serious. You keep saying we don’t know each other - then let’s get to know each other. Starting with your da*n name, Freckles,” Dane’s low voice mixed with my own with the last few words.

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.

Drake pulled me back against his side and gave me a squeeze, subtly shaking his head as Noah picked up the toy gun. “How much to win that stuffed dolphin up there?”

Way to be inconspicuous. Drake wordlessly sat down, and I glimpsed at the screen, seeing two videos. Drake clicked on the first video and played after buffering for a moment. The screen lit up once more and the sparks of light from the video jumped out and bounced off the walls. I looked, one by one, at Drake, Parker and Justin, their faces eerie under the dull glow. The screen was glitching grey as it shimmied into picture.

Drake’s voice was laced with anger. “It’s not that easy, Drake. I thought I had started to forget him too… but damn, it still hurts. It hurts to think he’s marrying someone else.” She gave a bitter smile and quickly wiped her tears away. Then she asked, “Do you have a cigarette? Can I have one?” Drake clenched his jaw as he saw Rihanna’s current state. He held back his frustration. Instead of handing her a cigarette, he grabbed the bottle of Snake Venom and took a long drink from it. If drinking everything she ordered would stop her from getting more drunk, he’d do it.

"Good, Doll. So fucking good." Drake's eyes slowly closed with a hum on his lips as I sucked him deep down my throat. I screamed over his dick from how Chase ravished me down below. His thick rod filled my mouth then hit the back of my throat. I swallowed hard, tightening over his tip and he growled down at me. "She's about to come! Fuck, Chase finish her." Drake demanded with a hard grunt as he held the back of my head so he remained deep inside me. "Lick my dick, Doll." He ordered like a plea and it had me moaning over him again.

“Drake — you’re — you’re tasting them inside me —” Drake groans against my pussy and the vibration makes me clench around Nico and Nico grunts beneath me. The depravity of it is so far beyond anything I imagined that my brain completely short-circuits. “That’s it,” Dex says, his hand still on the back of Drake’s head, holding him in place. “Eat your wife’s pussy while she rides another man’s cock. Taste what we put inside her. This is what you asked for.”