Hey Big Body Drake Novels & Stories

The screen was flooded with breaking news headlines. "HUG Partner's Son Crashes Out!" I scrolled down, and there it was—a censored photo of Drake, completely naked, running through the streets like a madman. A car followed behind him at a slow pace, headlights illuminating his deranged state. Apparently, he caused an even bigger scene at a second location, running into traffic and disturbing the peace. Then there was a live video of his arrest. He was fighting the cops—still naked—clearly out of his mind on whatever pills Damien had forced down his throat.

Drake made Samantha feel tiny in comparison. As she followed him through his home, she noticed how it was decorated. There were First People's art, handmade quilts, an afghan, beautiful wood furniture. Yet for all of the dark accents and wood, the house had a light and airy feel to it. She followed him to the kitchen, she couldn't help but admire the densely packed and well defined muscle he had. He had to be at least 42, maybe as old as 45. However, his body was that of a 30 year old. There wasn't any give on his body anywhere. Letting her eyes drift lower, she took in the well worn jeans he had on. It was indecent how well they fit him. They were snug across his backside and did wonderful

Drake growled, throwing off his shirt to bare his muscular frame, the very surroundings suddenly changing! Vicky, Cliff, and Yara gasped in turn. "Did he reach the pinnacle as a vigor wielder?" "His vigor's so abundant… he must be on the cusp of Birthright!" The crowd was left frowning at yet another dramatic turn of events. "So that's why he's so confident… Drake has mastered his vigor!" "Wasn't he just an initiate five years ago? Such an accomplishment is just horrific!" Drake was grinning gleefully even as he listened to the crowd's comment.

“All the better for me. And trust me, I’m planning to woo her. She says she isn’t single. Who exactly is she with?” Sebastian smirked as they approached the massive hall built entirely for aerobics, the upbeat music already pulsing faintly through the walls. “Why? Are you scared?” Drake scowled. “The only man I’d be scared of is Franklin. But he’s not even in the running.” “You’re scared of Franklin?” Sebastian asked, genuinely confused. Drake and Franklin weren’t on the friendliest terms, but fear wasn’t the word he expected. Drake sighed. “He just rose to the rank of the richest man in America in what, months? And he’s aiming globally now. His level of power is… unsettling sometimes.”

Drake suddenly carry me to somewhere. “Where are we going?” I asked and he just smirks. Drake pushed the door and I realize that it's in the shower room. He started taking off his shirt, his pants and showing off his hard and how big his cock is. I was biting my bottom lips when I wandered my eyes to his manly body. All I could see is perfection.

So it made her a little bit curious. Drake smirked as he saw how Adeline got stilled when she saw his big buddy. He then went closer to her and patted her legs wide open which make him astounded. He gulped as he saw her butterfly. He stroke his hard shaft in front of her and it stood firm and proud in front of Adeline which made her eyes widen. He smirked as he saw it. *That is so huge.* Her mind uttered. She does not know if she will be able to take the man inside her seeing how big it was. Something is screaming inside her head. She wondered if it could fit into her core.

"Oh, who's this beautiful lady?" "Back off, dude!" The man just laughed at Drake. He invited us to their table. There were already many people seated—three girls and five guys. Drake introduced me to his friends. They were nice, but some of them had a bit of a warfreak vibe. "Have you ever tried a body shot, Lara?" I don't know how many shots of tequila I've had, but all I knew was that I wanted to keep drinking. It's warm in my throat, especially when it's cold, making it even more enjoyable.