Page 4 of Drill Session

Testing my gangster, she nodded her head and pouted her lips, mimicking the face of a disobedient child. I scoffed, as I stroked my beard. Turning my head to gaze out the tinted windows, I noticed the drive to the beach house was a few minutes away give or take ten minutes. Biting down on my lip, I cockily smirked as I turned my neck to look over at Akira. Nervousness was written all over her fucking face, anticipating my next move. Swiftly, I got on my knees, bowing before her and let my tongue escape my mouth to lick my lips all while zeroing my eyes in on hers.

She took a breath and chuckled nervously. “D-Drill what are you doing?”

I cocked my head to the side and asked, “What the fuck it look like I’m doin’,” I muttered sarcastically.

Instead of beating around the bush I grabbed her waist, then gripped it. She clasped onto my arms making an attempt to stop me. “Stop that shit!”

“In the car,” she shrieked. “Then he keeps looking back here!”

Turning my head, I looked back at the driver noticing his gaze lingering on us. Playing it off, he tried to divert his attention back to the road. Akira knew I never gave a fuck about an audience, though. If that nigga wanted to watch, then he better make sure he doesn’t crash this shit. Whether he watched or not, I’m feenin’ for a taste of this pussy right now and ain’t shit him or Akira can do to stop me. She wanted to show out tonight, and I’m ‘bout to reciprocate that energy. Hardheaded lil’ bitch ‘bout to fuck around and find out.

“Drill,” he eyes bucked open as she tried to clasp her legs shut. “Stop,” she muttered in a hushed tone. “Wait.”

Biting down on my lips again, I gave her a lazy grin. “Stop tryin’ to fuckin’ stop me bae. You ain’t doin’ shit but making it harder on yourself. Open them fuckin’ legs,” I told her as I popped her on the hand.

Complying, she removed her hand and zeroed her gaze on me watching my every move. “Bend down a lil’ more, so I can pull them off you.”

Doing like I told her, she didn’t give me any more fucking back talk. Along with her jeans, I made sure her black thong followed suit. One final thrust, I pulled her into me as I eyed my feast, ready to devour that shit and leave not a trace behind.

Her pretty pink pussy hole was staring a hole through me, taunting me just like the mutharfucka toting her pretty ass around, at least she got it honest though. A pussy this fuckin’ pretty, Akira shouldn’t know what the word no meant. All she gotta do is throw it in the air and I’ll catch it tongue first, just like I’m about to catch the juices drippin’ down her pussy before they can drip down to her asshole.

“Ssssh, ooooh,” she hissed, using her hips to squirm away. “Drill!”

Selfishly, my tongue went to war on her pussy, licking and sucking her folds—parting them like Moses did the Red Sea. Opening my mouth a little further, I closed in on the space. My nose was inches away from her vulva. She smelled just as sweet as she tasted—heaven on earth, or for better words, like a piece of forbidden fruit—myforbidden fruit. I’ll knock a nigga to sleep about this pussy.

The tip of my nose smashed against her clit as I shook my head back and forth, building up the momentum. “Shit so fucking good bae,” I grunted.

Not being able to withstand the heat, she placed her hand on top of my head making an effort to inch away from my gasp, but she was undefeated and didn’t have anywhere to go.

“Drill, I don’t want to cum in hereee. Pleaseeee bae,” she moaned, sounding like she gasping for air. “Baeeeee.”

I chuckled against her exposed flesh. “Bae huh? That word sound like a foreign language or some?”

Lifting my head up, I tilted it and eyed her, our brown eyes played ping pong. She was looking so fucking desperate and I enjoyed seeing her suffer. This ain’t shit but a game of get back, for the few hours of hell I had to watch niggas and bitches drool over her in that damn club. This role play shit was breaking me down and to think my gangsta ass agreed to this freak shit just to make it enjoyable for her. However, the tables turned, this shit was enjoyable for me now.

CHAPTER3

Every time he licked and sucked on my delicate flesh, I felt my juices escape out of my pussy hole and flow like a river down to my asshole. I didn’t want to cum in this car, but Drill was making it hard to not indulge in the satisfaction. He knew this was triggering for me, because my favorite place to cum was either on his dick or his tongue. With him feasting on me now, licking and slurping on my pussy, I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Drill, p-please, baby-” Biting down on my lip, my stomach started to convulse, as he tongue-fucked me, with so much determination in his eyes, daring me to cum on his tongue or else.

This wasn’t punishment, this was pure fucking torture from the shit I said back there. I didn’t mean it, I was stuck in the moment not knowing what else to say or do for the matter.

Stopping momentarily, he lifted his head up. Juices trickled from his beard and landed on my exposed belly. When he parted his mouth, my cool sap was coated in the corners of his lips. “Please what baby, do what the fuck you want to do, whether you want cum or not, you gon’ do it either fucking way.”

“B-but the driver is w-watching.” I told him as if he didn’t already know. I wouldn’t call the man perverted for watching, because we’re inhisback seat. I’m almost certain he sees this type of thing all the time being in Lover’s Island. The scenes embedded in his mind were probably exclusive enough to make a movie.

Giving me a death stare, Drill frowned at me while licking his lips, then started smacking like he was savoring the taste. Just my luck the car stopped, and the driver told us we arrived at the beach house. Choosing my battle, I slightly put my legs down and pushed Drill off me, moving him to the side. Being the asshole he was born to be, he snatched my thong and pants up before I had a chance to grab them. Naked from the waist down, I scoffed, slightly embarrassed the driver had seen my pussy and asshole. Drill exited the car before me and held the door open, nudging me to exit with his hand, as he wiped his face clean with the other hand. Without a goodbye, the driver’s cheeks turned beet red. He couldn’t hide it with his skin complexion being the color of a crisp pancake.

The driver drove off leaving us standing in front of the beach house. Unbeknownst to Drill, I wasn’t fond of being naked out in the open like this. Our driver didn’t have a name, so I couldn’t acknowledge him and say, “hey, I apologize for the way we acted in your car, it won’t happen again.” Oh yeah, the thought sounded better in my mind than me taking the initiative, with my bare ass and pussy on display. They didn’t go by first names at least you couldn’t expose them to anyone while being here. You could be next to a sex offender and wouldn’t know it. Thankfully, they ran a thorough background check, so anybody who wanted to do things like drive and bartend had to go through the intensive measures.

“C’mon.” Drill was busy with something on his phone, before he diverted his attention to me. With a smirk on his handsome face, he walked over to me, invading my personal space then smashed his lips into my forehead. To seal the kiss, he let it linger there for a millisecond before pulling back and tilting his head to gaze down at me with a burning desire and swelled heart eyes.

I’d be coy not to admit how fucking fine he looked tonight. Donned in a wine colored, cotton jersey t-shirt from Gucci, his muscles were on full display. Every time he moved them without effort they flexed. Sexy, sporting a pair of Valabasas jeans to color coordinate with his shirt, his feet were laced in a pair of Off-White sneakers. A simple chain clung from his neck and the matching diamonds on the watch cloaked around his wrist made you shield your face. Fine wasn’t the word to describe this man, he was perfect. When God created him, he dipped him in chocolate being delicate like a chocolate covered strawberry and as if one dip wasn’t enough, he dipped him in again, giving him the skin tone of a Kit-Kat.

“Fix yo fuckin’ face girl,” he pulled back and smirked. I felt a cold gush of wind near my butt, before his muscular hand landed on my ass making me flinch. In a millisecond like a warp, I became pissed at him all over again after slightly dismissing the stunt he pulled a few seconds ago. “What, you mad ‘cause you ain’t buss a nut?”

Rolling my eyes, I scoffed and walked away from him. Naked from the waist down, with every step in my Gianvotti Rossi heels, I felt my ass jiggling. I’m sure he was behind me with my skinny jeans in tow, making long strides to get near me enjoying the view. Quickly reaching the front door, I entered the code and made an attempt to close it in his face, but he caught it, chuckled and locked it after us.

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