Page 68 of The Dis-Graced

His soapy hands snake around my neck, and he pulls me in for a kiss, then, he brings his lips to my ear, licks my lobe, and says, “I can’t wait to bury my tongue in your pretty, pink pussy.”

Oh, yes! Please, lick me now!

His hands dance over my body, slowly, sensually until they’re cupping my breasts. The water washes away the soap, and he takes my nipple into his mouth again, giving a hard suck. It sends a jolt to my pussy, a promise of what’s to come.

The water rolls gently down his back, so soothing, so sensual.

His hand comes down between my thighs, and he runs this thumb up my slit, gently, a feather touch but enough to make me eager.

My hips rock, begging him to rub harder, faster, longer, but he quickly pulls it away.

I whimper, and he chuckles.

“I can’t wait for you to come on my face.”

I can barely stand the tension anymore, and my hand presses hard on his shoulder, forcing him to my wanting cunt.

“God, you’re so sexy,” he whispers, nestling his face between my thighs. His tongue travels the length of my lips, kissing and sucking like he’s savoring a delicious meal.

I feel my body surge, reveling in Drake’s attention.

“You’re so wet,” he rasps. “And it’s all for me.”

Heat radiates from my core as I’m drawn closer to orgasm as Drake enthusiastically brings me pleasure.

“Yes, oh, GOD, YES!” I cry out.

“Your pussy is so sweet,” he murmurs between licks.

His tongue draws upward, circling the nuclear button. I don’t know if I can hold off much longer, not with him devouring me so feverishly.

“Drake,” I pant.

His eyes gaze into mine.

“I’m close,” I say as though I’m asking for permission.

I feel Drake’s finger slips into my cunt as his tongue goes into overdrive, licking, twirling, and sucking my clit and launching my body into otherworldly levels of pleasure.

My whole body shakes. I moan, cry, scream my way through powerful spasms unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. Drake grabs my hips, keeping me in place as his tongue continues its assault on my pussy.

My body begins to calm, and he reads me perfectly, slowing his stroke until finally giving me a final kiss before sitting back on his heels.

“I have a new favorite meal,” he says.

“I need you!” I pant, spending my legs further, wanting the void within me filled with his huge member.

He eyes me hungrily, hooking an arm under my knee and positioning his cock at my entrance.

Fuck!

“Wait!” I cry out.

Drake’s eyes grow desperate. “What?”

“I haven’t been taking my birth control!”

“Honey, I don’t give a fuck.”