Page 80 of Baby Daddy
CHAPTER 31
Drake
My cock was a greedy bastard. A needy son of a bitch. I was a guy who liked to fuck. Fuck hard and fuck a lot. Come when I wanted. And as I pleased. Making my partner orgasm first was not high on my list of priorities. My cock was a taker of pleasure, not a giver. I liked to fuck and forget, then move on. The countless women I’d screwed and never saw again was nothing to be proud of.
But with Dee, things were different. She wasn’t just another random lay with nice tits and a fine ass, though she scored through the roof in those departments with her perfect knockers and firm round cheeks. As much as my heavy cock ached to be inside her and I was bursting with pent up sexual energy, I was determined to pleasure her every way I could. I didn’t just want to fuck Dee Walker. I wanted to do as many possible things as I could to her. Taste her. Lick her. Kiss her. Pummel her. I wanted to see her come again and again and above all hear her scream my name on her lips over and over until she was hoarse and couldn’t walk. As I caressed her slick folds and rubbed her sweet, responsive clit, everything about her turned me on. The way she arched her back. The way she fucked my thumb. The way she flushed from her cheeks to her chest. The way her eyes smoldered with lust in the mirror. The way she moaned and groaned.
“Oh my God, Drake,” she breathed out as I plunged a finger into her entrance. “What are you doing to me?”
“D-baby, doing what I want. What you want.” Nuzzling the back of her neck, I began to pump my long rigid finger in and out of her hot, wet, tight as fuck pussy. God, she felt so fucking good. I was just warming her up for what was to come, no pun intended. My erection strained against my trousers and I let her know by pressing it against her buttocks. I could easily get off just by dry humping her, but that’s not what I wanted. I wanted to be inside her in the worst way, but right now her pleasure trumped mine. Putting a woman’s needs before my own was something new to me, but I more than liked it. My cock pulsed with anticipation as I watched her come undone in the mirror. Tortured ecstasy washed over her face as whimpers replaced the harsh pants that escaped from her lungs. She looked beautiful.
“Oh, Drake,” she screamed out as she finally shattered all around my finger. Her body slackened as she rode out her orgasm. Curling my arm around her waist to hold her up, I pulled out my digit and told her to keep her eyes on me in the mirror as I sucked it. Fuck. She tasted delicious. I couldn’t wait to fuck her. Taste more of her. Lick every inch of her body.
“Drake,” she murmured, all flustered, “we should get back to your parents’ party.”
“D-baby, the party can wait. But I can’t.”
My cock was aching for her. Ready to explode. Taking her hand, I led her out of the bathroom where a surprise awaited us.
Fucking Krizia. Venom poured out of her eyes.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the knight in shining armor and his damsel in distress.”
“Get out of my way, Krizia,” I gritted, my words as sharp as a sword.
“Fuck you, Drake. You’re going to be sorry you ever met this little whore.”
My blood curdling, I could feel Dee’s hand trembling in mine. “Ignore her, D-baby.”
Without wasting a second, I brushed past the pyscho bitch and swept Dee to the grand staircase that led to the second floor of my parents’ house. So eager to get her into bed, I would have taken two steps at a time, but she was in no condition to keep up with that pace. In fact, if she stumbled one more time, I was going to have to carry her. She managed to a make it to the top of the winding stairs where another surprise awaited us. My mother. I faltered for words.
“Hi, Mom. What are you doing up here?”
“I just came up to get a shawl. It’s gotten a little chilly outside.” Her eyes flicked to Dee.
“Dear, are you cold? I have dozens of shawls and can lend you one.”
“Um, uh, I’m actually hot.”
She wasn’t kidding. She was on fire. “Actually, Mom, Dee is feeling a little faint and feverish.”
My mother studied her face. “Yes, she does look rather flushed.”
The flush of her orgasm was still burning brightly on her cheeks. I couldn’t wait to bury my cock in her pussy and keep her blazing.
My mother adjusted her pashmina wrap around her shoulders. “Drake, darling, why don’t you have her lie down for a bit.”
“That’s what I was thinking.” So I can spread her legs and ravage her.
“Dee, darling, I hope you feel better and we’ll see you downstairs shortly at the party. You made a wonderful impression on Gunther. He’s eager to spend more time getting to know you.”
The mention of Gunther’s name made every muscle in my body tense. The image of him leering at Dee flashed in my head. Though my father had thoroughly researched him and decided he was the right person to buy Hanson Entertainment, something about him rubbed me the wrong way. His slickness? Eyes that roamed in all the wrong places? His distrust of me? My father was usually a great judge of character so maybe it was just me—my growing possessiveness of Dee and need to protect her.
“Thanks, Mrs. Hanson,” she said, her voice as unsteady as her legs.
“Alexis,” my mother corrected with a warm smile. “I do hope you children will be able to join us later.”
“We’ll try, Mom.” I gave her a quick peck on the cheek before she sauntered downstairs and we headed down the long antique-filled hallway.
“Where are we going?” asked Dee.
A few minutes later, we were in my former bedroom. Nothing had changed since I’d moved out except it was a lot neater. My eyes took it in…the massive platform bed impeccably made up with a gray spread and fluffy Egyptian cotton pillows…my hockey sticks stacked perfectly by size in the corner across from my guitar…my trophies lined up immaculately on the built-in shelves…and my favorite possession—a large signed poster of my idol, Wayne Gretsky, hanging above my desk on the padded charcoal wall. Dimming the recessed lighting, I spun Dee around and kissed her madly. As her soft moans filled my mouth and my ears, I spied with one eye the words my sports hero had handwritten on my poster:
You miss 100% of the shots you never take.
I was going to take a shot at Dee Walker. And I wasn’t going to miss.