Drake takes both of my thighs and holds them tight against his chest. At this angle, he slides in deeper with little effort, though I’m feeling even more pressure with each inch he takes. He picks up the pace, his eyes lidded and filled with lust. My man looks at me like he wants to conquer me, rule my body and claim me. And he’s doing just that.
Careful not to take too much, Drake maintains a pace that gives both of us the high we’re so desperately chasing. He stretches me out, my insides clenching as I tighten my hold on his thick cock. A brush of heat spreads down my arms and legs. I’m warm all over, the sensation so intense it commands control of me.
Still holding my legs with his right arm, he bends forward to pinch my nipple between his fingers, changing the position. He’s even deeper now, my pussy sore from how much he’s stretching me open. I wonder how much more I can take, and if it is possible for him to break me.
I come again, digging my fingers into his bicep hard enough to leave a mark. He groans, his body shuddering. His cock pulses inside me, the feeling so intense I swear I could come again. Drake moans my name as his body jerks one last time, and then he collapses on top of me.
I can taste the saltiness on his lips when he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth. He kisses me softly and with so much passion my head spins. When our lips finally separate, he peeks into my eyes, his cock still buried inside me.
“I,” he says while kissing the corner of my mouth, “love,” he finishes as his lips graze my jaw, “you.”
“I love you so much, Drake.” I take a handful of his dark hair between my fingers and give it a good tug that earns me one of his sexy smirks.
After he gives me a few more tender kisses, he inches out of me. My core aches from the loss of him.
Drake rolls onto his side and hooks his arm around my back, hugging me against his side. I press my hand to his sweaty chest and sigh as he runs his fingers through my hair. This moment is absolute perfection. Everything I ever could have imagined for my first time. And with Drake, it was so much more.
“How do you feel?” he asks me, his voice so deep and guttural it sends a shiver down my arms.
“I don’t know.” I shrug against him. “Like I just had sex for the first time.” Dragging my nails along his chest, I glance up at him. “How about you? You seemed to be able to work through everything from the past.”
“At first, it was hard,” he admits. “But once you said you love me and that you trust me, I knew it would be different with you… and it was.” Drake kisses the top of my head. “I’m glad you made me wait, Taylor. You are worth every second.”
Tears flood my vision from his confession. “So am I.”
“More like I worship you,” he growls, stroking my cheek with his fingers. “And if you can handle more, I’d like to show you how much.”
I giggle in response, tilting my head to the side for him to kiss my neck. Drake rolls me just enough so he can position himself behind me. And when I feel his long, hard length between my legs, a soft moan escapes from deep inside my belly.
“Show me,” I whisper.
He does what I command for the rest of the night, living up to his promise until I fall asleep with my head on his chest and his arm draped over me like a warm blanket.
Chapter 16
Taylor
The crowd always cheers for the home team. But we’re not giving them much reason to cheer. Some people hoot and yell for the Strickland Senators. It must be out of a sense of obligation because our twenty-five-point deficit at the top of the fourth quarter isn’t giving them a whole hell of a lot to care about.
Yep, we suck balls tonight. Even though we have the home-court advantage, we’re playing like shit. Not a single person has their head in the game—myself included.
Drake and a few of his teammates are in the stands watching this clusterfuck of a nightmare. Bex, as usual, is on her A game. She’s always on point with showing off her talent on the court. A few others are keeping pace with her. Though, the ongoing tension between Jackie and me has killed the mojo for a fair share of our teammates.
My teammate, of all people, keeps hitting me on purpose. A slight tap with her elbow or an alleged accidental hand to the back of my head has my blood pressure through the roof. She’s working my last nerve, intentionally throwing the ball where I can’t reach it and blocking shots I should have made on purpose.
After another whistle, Coach Vaughn benches both of us. This is all her fault. Jackie’s so damn jealous of Drake and me, she hasn’t stopped acting like a total psycho. I’ve put up with this shit from her since after the Thanksgiving break, and I’m sick of it.
Once we’re on the sidelines, Jackie approaches me again. She looks out into the crowd where Drake and his friends have gathered three rows up from the court, right behind our bench. Is she doing this to get his attention? The only reason he’s even looking over here is because of me, not her skank ass.
“When Drake fucked me…” Jackie leans forward, bending down to touch her toes, her ass sticking up in the air. To everyone else, it looks like she’s tying her shoe. “He bent me over like this… and then he…”
Unable to control my rage, I slam the heel of my sneaker into her stupid ass. She flies a few feet in front of me. Her cheek hits the hardwood floor.
“You stupid bitch,” I growl, following behind her. “He’s mine. He wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole and someone else’s dick.”
Jackie crawls across the floor, and then hops to her feet, her jaw set in anger. She balls her hands into fists in front of her.
I laugh in her fucking face.
