Page 79 of Baby Daddy
A wicked smile played on his lips. “I’d say I’m going to great lengths to get rid of this wine stain.”
Oh was he! His enormous rigid length filled my palm as his eyes burned into mine. Grabbing another hand towel, he performed the third step—soaking the towel under the faucet to wash off the suds from the fabric. He should have just used my panties—they were soaking wet too.
“Are we done? We should get back to the party.”
“No, D-baby, not yet. There’s a secret fourth step.”
My eyes stayed on him as he snatched a hair dryer that was hung on the wall. He flicked it on and aimed it my boob. Hot air blasted out of the nozzle.
“What are you doing?” I asked, the heat and the hum making me flush with lust.
He circled the dryer all around my breast. “Blow-drying the stain. My mother’s trick. It’ll prevent a permanent watermark from setting in. How does it feel?”
“Is the temperature in the room rising?” As the hot air blew on my flesh, his eyes began to smolder.
“No, D-baby, it’s you. You’re fucking hot as hell.”
He aimed the dryer at my neck and then waved it all over my upper body, sending chills down my spine. His free hand made its way to the slit of my dress and slid up my leg, blazing a trail of fire over my skin.
“Mmmm. You’ve got fabulous legs. This dress was made for them.”
When he reached the apex of my inner thigh, he slipped his hand under my thong. I moaned as his fingers caressed my slick, fiery folds.
“Christ. You’re so fucking hot and wet for me.”
He wasn’t kidding. The lacy fabric of my thong (a birthday present from my sister) was so soaked it needed to be rung out. Maybe Drake should be blow-drying my crotch, not my dress.
He continued to caress my now throbbing pussy, rubbing my clit with his thumb, while my hand vigorously rubbed his monstrous concrete erection. The dryer buzzed in my ear. A lot more buzzing was going on. Every nerve. Every cell. Every molecule of my being. My skin was prickling, the hair on the back of my neck bristling, every follicle, every inch of me sizzling with electricity.
“D-baby, I’d like to suck you dry. And then bury my cock inside your sweet pussy and blow your brains out.”
“Are you saying you want to fuck me?
“Yeah. I’ve wanted to fuck you since the day I met you.”
Krizia’s earlier words flashed into my head. My hand jumped off his cock. “Drake, I don’t want to be one of your hook-ups.”
“Come on, Dee. How could you say that?” Putting the blow dryer down, he drew me closer to him, his eyes intense. “Do you honestly think I’d introduce one of my hook-ups to my father? Or spend the amount of time I do with you…and Tyson? Or for that matter, struggle to get this damn wine stain out of your dress? Seriously, baby, if you were one of my hook-ups, you’d be bitching at me, demanding a brand-new dress, and I’d say fine…just send me the bill. See ya. You’re not like that. And that’s one of the many things I like about you. I actually more than like you. I care about you. And I’ve never cared about a woman before.” He blew out breath. “Speech over. The. End”
I hung my head in shame. A roller coaster of emotions whipped through me, desire sitting in the front seat right next to regret. I returned my hand to his still hard cock, letting it warm my palm.
Pressing his thumb under my chin, Drake tilted my head. “Look at me, Dee.”
By force, I met his eyes as all my insecurities poured back into me. “Drake, Maybe Krizia is right. I’m not good enough for you.”
His eyes darkened with anger. “Fuck, Krizia. She’s a sick bitch. I don’t give a shit about what she thinks or says. She means nothing to me. You are right for me. And I’m going to prove it once and for all right now.”
On my next heated breath, he flipped me around so I was facing the mirror with him standing directly behind me. Clutching the edge of the counter, I met his reflection in the glass. His eyes glinted with lust. And so did mine. Wanting him as much as he wanted me, I watched as he hiked up my dress and then yanked down my thong. His large hands gripped my butt, squeezing and massaging it.
“Dee, you have a gorgeous ass. One day I’m going to fuck it, but right now all I want is your tight little pussy.” One hand slid between my legs, stroking my very wet folds.
I moaned and my back arched at the exquisite sensation. How long had it been since a man had given me so much pleasure? And affection. Had one ever?
I moaned again, this time louder, as his thumb moved back to my clit, rubbing the hypersensitive bundle of nerves. Wetness poured down my inner thighs as he sped up the rotations.
“Sometimes, you have to rub, not dab,” he breathed against my neck.
Rubadubdub.I was coming apart.