Drake Dixk Leak Novels & Stories

She asked worriedly, “You are not fighting right?” “No, we're not,” “Yes we are and I am packing my things ready to leave,” Drake and I both spoke at the same time. He was just walking out of the bathroom with just a towel covering the essential part. My eyes automatically went to his bare chest. ‘That chest is just yummy,’ Leia said, ‘I want my tongue on that chest while his hard dick is buried deep inside us.’ ‘Stop it,’ I cried. ‘I can’t,’ Leia cried. I feel my body grow weak as my knees buckle below me. Making me sit at the edge of the bed.

Drake took one look at my face and stepped aside with me. “It is back,” I said. “How strong?” “Strong enough for short holds. Not strong enough for a long fight. But present and clean.” He considered that in silence for a moment. “We test it properly after the morning reports. Controlled. Limited. If the drain returns too quickly we stop.” I agreed.

His hard cock pressed against my slick hole through his shorts, the thick length rubbing right where I was leaking the most. Draco carried me to his bed and dropped me on my back. He stripped his shirt off in one motion, revealing his broad, muscled chest still glistening with gym sweat. His shorts came down next, his massive cock springing free — thick, veiny, the head already leaking precum, the knot at the base starting to swell. I stared at it, my hole fluttering with a mix of fear and unwanted hunger. He climbed over me, his big body covering mine completely. One of his hands pinned my wrists above my head while the other spread my legs wider.

“You don’t think that he had anything to do with her recovery, do you? That’s absurd.” Drake took a deep breath. “Never mind,” he said, then pointed his finger at me. “Just forget it, Leila. And don’t tell anyone what happened.” Then, he walked away. “What did happen?” I asked Drake’s retreating back, but he just held up a hand over his head, gesturing that he didn’t want to speak about it further as he disappeared around a corner, quicker than I would have thought possible. I stood in the hallway, stunned, and I couldn’t help but wonder what had happened, why Drake was so upset with Lance, and what he could possibly have to do with Christina’s recovery.

A new weapons deal will be done in the upcoming days, and normally the designs for the guns are discussed before the actual trade takes place. I remember Enzo’s gossip that time about the lady boss walking into the meeting room that fateful day the designs were being discussed and that she had called Draco “babe” and had acted as if she and Draco were in a relationship for a long time. The designs of the new pistol that Draco had shown them that day were fake, and it was a trap to catch the person who had leaked a previous design on the dark web and sold it for a huge sum of money. Draco had not found the mastermind since he missed the right time to investigate the issue.

Drake stood in the kitchen, chest heaving, head spinning. He was trembling. But it wasn’t just from the pain. It was from fear. The journal was gone. Someone had it. Someone could read every single word he’d ever written. Every secret. He slumped against the counter and let himself cry….quietly, like always. An SMS popped on the front of his screen while he let his pain out through his quiet sob. SCHOOL. 6: 00AM. NOT EVEN A MINUTE LATE.

Drake thundered,his voice assertive and stern. “ Drake you can't do this to me. I need to see a medical doctor immediately. I don't understand what's happening to me. If I don't see a doctor,I might die.” Drake hissed. " I'll be expecting your corpse at home then. Don't worry,up look for the best morgue in town for you.” Drake answered and the line went dead.

She moved toward the glove box and scrambled around as Drake pulled out the blue phone and put it to his ear. "What's up, brother?" "Drake. How are you, man?" "I'm alive and kicking. Sicily wanted a real tree this year, so I had to man up and go out there and chop one down with an axe today." He chuckled as she glanced over and gave him a look. He flexed his arm and kissed his bicep in show for her. "Oh shit. You didn't tell her you were highly allergic to the damn things?" D sounded good, which was rare. With all the shit going on in his world, the last thing Drake expected was for him to sound peaceful. It was a front. It always was with D.

T:- (shocked ) I swear to drunk I am not god . D:-(laughing ) We will talk about this in the morning . (Concerned) Had you never drank before ? T:-(pouting ) No I don't like the smell of alcohol it sucks . D:-( he get a but distracted seeing her pouting ) Come on , eat something then we will leave okay . (He manage to make her eat a good nutritious meal ) T:-(after eating ) Can we stay a little longer please Drake ? D:- (immediately ) No love , Now we are leaving you are drunk love you need to rest moreover it's your first time drinking and trust me you definitely crossed your limit .

Shoot after shoot fires inside me, his cock pulsing and twitching violently against my walls as he drains himself completely. The sheer volume is overwhelming. My pussy can't even hold it all; thick, white ropes of his cum instantly begin to leak out around the base of his shaft, mixing with the holiday oil and dripping heavily onto the dark mahogany wood. My body slumps forward onto the table, my chest heaving rapidly as the heavy studio lights beat down on our sweat-soaked skin. Leo slowly pulls out of me, the wet, sucking sound echoing in the quiet room. A heavy, thick stream of mixed cum and juices immediately gushes out of my stretched pussy, running down my inner thighs in warm, sticky