Chapter 12: He only fucks
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When I felt the cool blanket from the bed press into my back, I immediately felt my nipples harden into tight buds. Not only was I chilled from the blanket but I was so incredibly aroused by the man on top of me.
Leaning back, Drake stared down at my body laid out in front of him and this time I didn't blush. He knelt between my legs and tugged his shirt from his shoulders, tossing it to the floor besides us. Now that I could see all of him. I gawked at the man. He was the most gorgeous human I had ever seen in real life and he had chosen to be with me tonight. Every muscle on his body was defined and I reached out to touch him, feeling that they were just as hard as they looked. His tattoos were much more complex than I had noticed before now and they had seemed to cover nearly every inch of him. Was it weird that I wanted to trace each one with my tongue?
When he tugged at the string of his shorts, I froze. It had been quite some time since I'd seen a naked man between my legs and a part of me wanted to shield my eyes, yet not look away. He was so mesmerizing to look at and his actions seemed calculated as if he knew what he was doing on a professional level.
Grinning, he stared into my eyes and I gulped when I realized he had been watching me the entire time.
"Like what you see?" He teased.
I nodded, not feeling an ounce of shyness about it. "Very much so," I breathed out.
"Good."
He hooked his thumbs in the top of his shorts and pushed them down as I watched his cock spring free. The size and length of him made my eyes widen, and my first thought was wondering if he was going to fit inside of me. My other thought was how he would taste against my tongue; all that had silkiness made my mouth water.
After watching him toss his shorts to the side, he leaned down between my legs and began to lightly lick my pussy with his tongue. My hands bunched the blankets as I threw my head back and moaned out. His tongue expertly licked over my clit, flicking it a few times and I knew if he kept up, I will be a goner.
He sat back then, grinning down at me as our eyes connected.
Grabbing his cock in his hand, he guided toward me, sliding the head over my sensitive bud and I couldn't help the moan that escaped from me, echoing through the villa.
"I have always wanted to sink my cock in you from the first moment I met you," He rasped out and I moaned again.
"Yes," I hissed out, arching my hips to give him more of me and as I did so, the back of his cock slid perfectly through my folds, I began to move my hips and down, sliding his cock back and forth over me while the head of him continued to perfectly hit my clit.
"Tell me what you want, Lynn." He groaned out as his thrusts began to match mine.
The sensation of his cock sliding sliding over me was all too much and I needed him inside of me before I came right here and now. I wanted to cum while he was inside of me, not like this.
"You. I want you," I finally groaned out as I reached behind him and cupped his ass, hoping this would tell him what I wanted.
"Fuck," he rasped as I felt him shift his hips until he cock was pressed at my entrance.
He lowered his hips, pushing into me as I began to feel the stretch. Every inch that he sank stretched me and I felt like I was losing my virginity all over again. When he sank all the way in, I inhaled a sharp breath and tried to adjust to his size. I felt no pain, just completely full and he seemed to realize this because he held still.
Leaning back, he stared down into my eyes without saying a word and I felt speechless myself. His eyes held so much desire and passion that I could almost feel it radiating off of him and when he finally began to move, slowly pulling out of me, he lowered and took my lips with his.
His mouth captured my moans as I felt his cock slide out and then back in, hitting the sweet spot deep inside of me.
"Drake," I groaned at the same time I felt my pussy tightly squeeze him. His thrusts slowly got faster and harder, his eyes never leaving mine.
It was at this moment that I realized Drake wasn't fucking me. No, he was making love to me and that terrified me. What has happened to him?! I knew it that as a porn star, he only fucks not make love. And I shouldn't be feeling these emotions with a man I hardly knew. Yet, here I was, feeling them.
His hands out of the blue gripped my hips and lifted me before I felt his thrusts pick up the pace. Thank goodness he was changing the pace because I was about to feel more confusion than passion at the moment.
"Ah, fuck!" I cried out when he began to feverishly pound into me, his cock hitting me all the way back.
It was a pleasure I had never felt before now and I wondered what he was hitting, but after a few more thrusts, I felt my body climb to it's orgasm as I had never felt before.
It almost felt like he was pushing against my bladder but I knew that wasn't what he was hitting. The intense pressure climbed and climbed and I let out a long groan I had never heard come from my lips before. My orgasm went off like a bomb in my center as waves of pleasure radiated in pulsing beats, consuming my entire body. Every muscle contracted as the pulsing continued for several long seconds and for a moment, I completely lost my thoughts. But it was at this moment that I felt completely connected to Drake on a level that scared the hell out of me.
He is a porn star and I don't want to feel that way.
