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  I arch my back, wanting more even though his cock is already filling me to the brim. When he’s deep inside me like this, I feel a thawing in my soul that’s he’s a part of me. The only one who can make me whole in this world.

  The orgasms come with frightening speed. Because he is my man. He knows my body better than even I do. a twist of his hips here, a pinch of a soft flesh there, more perfectly-timed thrust, powerful rhythm, and I’m squirting and coming again. Drake is my king; my everything. He knows how to take care of me.

  “I’m coming, Scarlett!” he wails, his body vibrating. Drake pulls out, spins me around, and pushes me to my knees.

  Automatically I reach for his cock, because oh boy have I been dying to feel it deep in my mouth.

  This is what he wants. He cries out my name in praise, and shoves his cock down my throat.

  Drake buries his hands in my hair, pulling and tugging at the roots as he thrust his hips forward. Fucking the hell out of my mouth. The thought of him so lost to the world and everything else apart from my mouth empowers me, maddens me with wanton, animalistic desire. All I care about is pleasing him, taking him into my body.

  I suck harder, licking the pulsing veins of his cock, tonguing his swollen slit, and swirling my tongue around the crown. I grab his heavy balls, and caress and squeeze them the way I know he likes while I continue with my mouth.

  “Fuck, fuck,” he yells in a guttural rasp.

  I shudder with delight as the first drop of his heavy hot semen touches my tongue. I fist the root of him with both hands, hollowing my cheeks, as I suck every drop out of his big cock.

  Drake comes with the fury of a tornado, and his body quakes as he comes for long minutes. He fills my mouth with his semen until it starts dripping from the sides of lips. I don’t let any single drop go to waste. How can I? I missed the tangy taste of him, the way his thick semen usually sat at the top of my throat before it slid down. It was as if it was forcing me to remember every element of his taste and essence.

  I continue sucking him; I want to suck him for hours. I want him to fuck me for hours.

  But he gently pushes me away as he collapses to the ground. Then he bundles me in his arms again, and cradles my face like a child.

  Drake buries his face in my neck before I can see his eyes. “Missed you… missed you so fucking much. I missed my pussy so much …” he broke into a sob.

  My nipples hardened into bullets. The blunt possessive way he always referred to my pussy as if he would commit murder if anyone else ever fucked me always turned me on mad.

  I touch his jaw and lift his head, my heart wrenching in my chest. I want to do anything he wants me to. I want him to see how much I love and need him.

  His eyes roam my face as he lets his hand drift to my lips.

  Staring at me with lust filled eyes, he packs the semen on my cheeks and rubs it over the curve of my lips, massages, and then sticks his fingers inside my mouth.

  I suck on his fingers hungrily, grabbing his wrist and squeezing it with my breasts.

  He growls warningly, and I feel him getting hard. I suck harder and start rocking my hips, pushing my body into his.

  Drake grabs and plumps my breast with his free hand, and starts rolling an aching nipple between his fingertips.

  Before I know it, he flips me onto all fours, and his hips begin to jerk, his rigid cock pounding my battered pussy. He pounds his hips into me, forcing me to take his punishing lunges. He is so deep that he’s hitting the very end of me with each thrust. His hands are everywhere, squeezing my breast, pinching my clit, sliding over my thighs and ass. Now, he has me on my back. Then he has me on top. We don’t stop, we don’t even know how.

  Panting, soaked with sweat, spit and our respective juices, we continue fucking like wild animals until we find ourselves in that place where nothing exists but the two of us.

  When reality begins to sink a little, I realize I can barely feel my body, except the weight of his cock as he slowly pushes in and out of thoroughly swollen pussy. I can’t take anymore, and I wonder how long he’s going to keep on fucking me. But suddenly, Drake puts me on my back. He pushes my knees into his chest and plunges deep into me, grazing that spot repeatedly and I want more. More. Then I’m on top, riding his large cock, and taking all of it.

  I raise my head and meet his frighteningly intense gaze. Sharp, hungry green eyes ravish every inch of me. “I’m not going to stop. I have three years of hunger to take out on this pussy. When I’m done, you will be bow-legged, Scarlett.”

  I shudder, aroused by the wicked promise and glint in his eyes. I love that I can do this to him, that when he’s inside my pussy I can control and mark him as mine. Blushing, I bury my face in the wet hot skin of neck.

  He growls and I feel his full red lips part, blowing hair into my face. I squirm, stunned by the delicious erotic warmth of his breath and scent. Oh god, I want this forever. Please, can I just have him?

  “I missed you,” he says, kissing my hair and face softly, reverently, his heart beating against mine as he comes long, hard, and slow inside me. “Please don’t ever leave me.”

  At first, an airy feeling overcomes me, and I just want to close my eyes and weep from joy that I’m able to hear Drake say these words to me again.

  But reality sinks in fast, and I land back to earth with a violent thud. What about the marriage? I know this is the wrong time to bring it up. Everything in me knows I should not bring this up now; that I should just enjoy the moment. But the idea is already in my head, and well he just fucked my brains. I can’t be as composed as I was before the brutal fucking session. I simply can’t. I am suddenly on the verge of a panic attack just from thinking about it. Is he married? What the fuck is going to happen now?

  “Scarlett? Are you okay?” his entire body freezes with tension. He hasn’t seen my face but he can already feel something is wrong. That’s how close we are, and acknowledging this makes me start to hyperventilate.

  Slowly, I push away from him so we are staring face to face. I can’t bring myself to meet his eyes because I don’t want him to see the fear in mine. “What now?”

  He seems confused, then realization hits, and a wall falls between us.

  “I don’t want to talk about it,” he warns, his green eyes darkening.

  “Why?”

  He’s suddenly distant, his eyes becoming too controlled.

  My heart falls. Shit, that’s not good. I jerk my body, suddenly hyper aware that his cock is still buried deep inside me. “Just tell me truth. Are you married now or not?” I say, my stomach knotted with dread.

  I know with just one word he can shatter my entire life. I know it, and a part of my heart urges me to take back the question, warns me that I don’t want to know the answer to it. But I remain quiet and wait.

  Finally, he answers. “Yes.”

  WHAT DOES THE FUTURE HOLD FOR DRAKE, SCARLETT, AND NICOLE? Please pick up book 2. Available now.