Novel & Cerita Drake Masterbation

“I heard Monty returned to be with his master.” Drake paused and looked Logan directly in the eyes. Logan had both hands in his pockets, unsure of where Drake was driving. “I also wanted to return to my master and have something together with him, something real, but it seems that wouldn't be possible.” Drake stopped talking and looked away from Logan. He was looking at the floor. “My master is busy with other love interests. I doubt he will be interested in me and I didn't want to share him with others this time. I wanted him for myself.”

Drake growled. Suddenly, his eyes turned red; he was fuming mad as he transformed. He runs towards the rouge, who transforms into a werewolf and mercilessly scratches his back. He wasn’t contented; he attacked the rouge, and then Drake beheaded the rouge until it transformed into a human, lying on the ground, lifeless. They fought the other rouge and howled angrily. “That’s for poisoning my stray!” Drake gritted his teeth as he beheaded them all. Beta Dillon picked up the poison's antidote and gave it to the alpha.

“No, no, I wouldn’t dare…” “But you just did,” Draven's voice was dangerous, “Leave now, and I can pretend I didn’t hear those words.” After some hurried footsteps, the office door closed, and the room returned to silence. Draven suddenly let out a low growl, pulling out of my mouth and masturbating over my face. His cum splashed on my face, some dripping into my mouth, some on my chest. I collapsed, coughing violently. His semen was thick and tasted bitter. He pulled me up from the ground, gently patting my back, and handed me a glass of water. I drank greedily, finally feeling a bit better.

“Please. I just got you. I just got us.” Drake looked at mason’s tear-filled eyes, at the desperate grip of his hands. He leaned in and kissed him. It was a hard, bruising, desperate kiss—promising things words couldn’t say. “I’m coming back,” he breathed against his lips. “I am always coming back to you, little freak. Wait for me.” He stood up, strode to the bedroom door, and walked out. The door clicked shut. Mason sat in the bed, wrapped in the fur blanket, the sound of his own heartbeat deafening in the silent penthouse.

I couldn't stop repeating that. Drake pulled me close, his eyes glowing immensely. "Stop saying that and look at me," he commanded. I finally stopped repeating myself and looked up at him. He cursed under his breath. He seemed to communicate telepathically because several omegas rushed into the room. He handed them a vial and ordered, "Test this and see what's in it." Junia interjected, "No need, Master Drake. Gerty brought it. She said it was Essence of Nightfly."

Drake shook his head firmly, "That's impossible, master. You have no idea how dazzling my charm is outside. Even if I do nothing, just standing there as a doorman, girls would drool over me." Then, shamelessly, he blamed Thorne, “Master, it's all your fault for creating me too perfectly." Thorne rolled his eyes. "So, should I turn you into an ugly monster in return?" Drake shook his head like a tambourine, “No, master. Although my current appearance is not perfect, I have grown accustomed to this countenance." Frank punched him, “Don't try to act innocent after taking advantage." Thorne pondered for a long time, but he couldn't come up with a better idea. In the end, he had no choice but to

Chapter five The car halted at the front of the warehouse, a bouncer came out of the car and open the door for his boss to come out Austin Hernandez came out, as good-looking as he is, with those flawless muscles, those perfect lips, and a seductive body He has a demon in him, it's no little monster, the monster is bigger than anyone could imagine He looks furious and angered, for the past three days he has been trying to capture the mule…he always knows that there has always been a burro among his men

The intense, nonstop thrusting of his thick, big, and hard throbbing cock deep insde my cave, which was already causing my pussy to release some type of hot liquid down my thighs. My ears perked up abruptly upon hearing Mignight’s loud but hesitant voice. “Master, there's something I've been meaning to tell you.... about Drake,” Drake?

Looking at James, he slowly spilled out some words, “Master Drake, there’s one thing about Young Master Drake that I’m not sure if I should report.” Looking at Spectre Face’s hesitant expression, James’s heart suddenly felt uneasy. He permitted, with his brows furrowed, “Spill it!” “I’ve heard that Young Master Drake has been visiting some entertainment centers lately and that he’s been mingling with a friend of Michael Wilson. That friend is a young master from a third-class family, and he’s got a stinky reputation.”

Eliana POV After the auction, I'd been guided toward a black SUV with tinted windows and told to wait until my master joined me. Master! Someone fucking owned me now! It felt like forever before the door opened again and the guy who had bought me - my mate, my master - joined me, his face blank. He looked me up and down as the car began to move away from the haunted looking house before he nodded and looked away. I felt dirty, worthless, violated.