Page 125 of Lunar Diamonds
Chapter 38
RILEY
Drake’s mouth worked me like a slick, velvet pocket. So hot, so talented, his tongue sliding across the swollen head of my cock as he rocked back and forth.
“Oh, Drake…” I breathed out, my fingers in his hair.
I watched him bob, his back muscles rippling. My toes curled, my heels digging into the carpet.
Goodness, he knew how to suck a cock. And I loved being on the receiving end of his talent.
He gripped my thighs, doing me hands-free, taking me closer and closer to the edge.
My tears were gone, like there was a chokehold on my sadness the moment I opened the door to him. I didn’t care about anything else, wanting to lose myself in him. To pick up where we’d left off in the recreation room.
Ask questions later.
Cry later.
Think later.
“You feel so good,” I purred, my body alive, so rich with palpable ecstasy.
He moaned around my shaft, the vibrations reaching my balls.
I giggled, jerking slightly.
He bobbed harder.
“Yes… Yes… Oh yes…” I bunched his hair in my fist, thrusting a little, edging closer to the sweet release.
My desire burned hotter, heat flushing across every inch of me. Wild hunger consumed, a feral beast smashing up the control booth.
This wasn’t enough. Hot as hell, but not enough.
“I need you inside me…”
Drake paused, popping me out of his mouth. “Sorry?” He looked up, erotic promise in his gaze.
“I need you inside me,” I repeated. “Raw. Fuck me raw.”
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Seriously?”
I slid back across the bed, lifting my hips, showing him just how serious I was.
The beast growled, my arsehole puckering greedily. I caressed it with two fingers, the nerves responding with delight.
“I—”
“Fuck me, Drake. Use your spit and fuck me. Make me feel it.”
Damn, did I want to feel it. To sweat and scream and call his name, to tumble into exquisite oblivion.
Numb the pain with cock.
Numb the pain with him.
He approached the bed gingerly, his nervousness endearing but wrangling my beast a little bit.
