Hey Big Body Drake Novels & Stories

His body jerked as he breathed rapidly, sucking in air as if it were in short supply. "Drake," Toni said, pulling at his sleeve. If she'd been tall enough to grab the phone from his hand she would have done so, but Drake had to be around six foot four or five and she was only just scraping five foot eight. Tall for a girl, people would always say, but short next to Drake. He looked down at her with a sly grin. "Your plan didn't work. So we do it my way." A flash of inspiration hit, as she looked down and realised his boots didn't have steel toe caps.

All she wanted now was to be naked with them. As if Dux had heard her thoughts, he pulled back, his eyes fierce and bright. She watched as he lowered his boxers to the floor, kicked them away. She’d barely taken in his amazing length and girth, barely registered just how fucking gorgeous he was with all those tight, tattooed muscles, when behind her, she heard a rustle of material. When she glanced over her shoulder, there stood Drake, naked and just as massive and beautiful, with the same salt-and-pepper chest hair, the same strong collarbone.

Drake. ​The elevator ascended fast, shooting up dozens of floors without stopping. The only sound was the low hum of the mechanism and the frantic thump of my heart. ​When the doors opened, I stepped out onto what must have been his private penthouse office floor. The room was massive, and all the glass walls and city lights spread out like scattered diamonds. ​And there he was. ​Drake was standing by the window, wearing a crisp white shirt, the top two buttons undone. He held a glass of dark liquor. He didn't turn right away. He just watched the city, a titan surveying his domain.

he asked, his pupils dilated. The young man shook his head. “So, what's your name?” “Drake Grande! My mummy is here to get some things,” he explained while taking a good look at the man standing before him. “I admire your attire, you must be a rich hardworking man right? Do you have a company like my mother?” he questioned again. “I do!” “What is your name? I'll tell my mummy that I met a CEO like her, and my uncles look alike.” he shined his tiny teeth.

“What . . . things in the tabloids?” “The coke, the models, the late-night parties. It’s all just PR. That, and once your rep hits a certain point, you can’t blow your nose in public without everyone assuming you just did lines in the bathroom.” “Drake , I don’t understand what you’re talking about,” Sarah told him. “Start over. I don’t know what any of this means. Is Drake even your real name?” “It’s my real name,” he agreed. “Drake Holt , owner of The Grand Channel and a few other networks.”

Mischievous and fun-loving. But he can see the protective father and a fierce king, whom he portrays in front of his people, hiding his true self. Nyra looked at him with hooded eyes. His body is like that of a Greek God. Solid well-defined muscles, with not an ounce of fat anywhere. She became wet thinking about what they did hist now. "Don't go there, baby. I don't think I can control myself" Drake warned her with a pained groan. Nyra giggled at his expression.

Stevan patted the man's back. Drake was a big man with a thick beard like Hagrid in the Harry Potter films. Shanon was initially a little horrified to see Drake's scary face, but behind his intimidating posture, Drake was a warm and friendly man. He had a booming laugh, but it was strangely sweet enough to hear. “When will the other guests arrive?” Drake asked Sarah.

Drake yelled back from his room with the sound of a whip sound. “I said get your ass down here now! We have a problem!” Drake left his room, leaving his door open. A young nude woman in a device with her hands and ankles strapped to an X device had many wounds on her body and a ball gag in her mouth. Drake went down the stairs and stared at his mother, who didn’t cover herself. “Mom, could you cover up, please? You’re embarrassing yourself.” Drake said, walking to the bar and pouring himself a drink.

Dray growls into my ear. “Fuck yes, please I need you both.” I moan. “It will be soon little jewel,” Dray says. Drake works his way up my body after giving me an out-of-this-world orgasm. I feel the large head of his cock rub against my clit. He slid himself through my soaking slit a few times, coating his huge cock in my juices. I tense up when I feel him slip a few inches into me. Fuck I didn’t think it would hurt this much.

The officer barely made the turn. “Hang on Willow! I have to get this fucker off our ass.” I did as he said. I love that he was such a bad boy. They seem to be the only type of guy that can light my fire, and Drake is as bad as they come. Drake pulled the throttle to its limit. The bike screamed as he hit his final gear. We were traveling at least 190mph or faster. The adrenaline rush I got from this kind of thing was thrilling. Drake easily put distance between us and the officer. I couldn’t even see his car now. “We have to park this bike before the chopper spotlights us.” Drake said. He parked the bike on the porch of a nearby abandoned house. He put the kickstand down on the bike and hel