Page 93 of The Dis-Graced

“Oh, yes! Please. Fuck me!”

“Didn’t I just tell you not to be so eager?”

He kissed down my stomach, below my navel, over my mons unleashing his tongue when he reached my slit, licking long strokes over its entire length.

I gasped with pleasure, to which he chuckles.

I’m already so close, it would take almost nothing to push me over the edge, but Drake is restraining himself, licking and sucking every part of my dripping-wet pussy except for the one spot that will inevitably push me over the edge.

I grab a fist full of hair, pulling him towards my pink pearl, but I’m met with laughter.

“I want to hear you beg,” he says.

I’m so aroused I can barely think straight, let alone form coherent words, but I relent. “Please!”

His tongue gives my delicate folds a long lick. “You can do better.”

“Oh, God, please! Oh, Drake!”

“I love hearing my name on your lips.”

“Drake, please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please just fucking lick me!”

He complies, his tongue moving like a hurricane, tracing my vulva until finally honing in on my clit.

“Yes!” I scream out, my enthusiasm met by his eager, solid strokes.

I explode, arching my back against the bed and gripping his head to me, fearful of any loss of contact.

“Yes, yes, fuck, yes!” I cry out, riding wave after wave of pleasure.

When finally my body settles, he looks up at me, a wild glint in his eyes.

He wants me.

He pulls off his boxers, then climbs up my body, his eyes never leaving mine. He positions his cock at my core.

I bring down a hand. “Not yet.”

He whimpers but pulls back. “This is gonna give me a heck of a case of blue balls.”

I hook my legs around his back before he can get too far away. “I want to taste you.”

At that, his mouth widens into a grin. “Who am I to deny a woman her wants.”

He lies down, and I position my torso at his groin. I’ve never been so intimidated by a cock before, not that I’ve encountered many. Franks was perfectly fine and well-sized, whereas Drake’s is towering and imposing. I don’t even know how much of it I can take.

His fingers gently comb my hair, bidding me to take him in.

I comply, grabbing the base of his cock and taking in his head. I lick, suck, and swirl my tongue around his ridge, eliciting groans of pleasure from Drake. All worries melt from my mind as I taste his salty sweetness, a divine flavor that I could get addicted to.

“Grace,” he rasps.

I continue to suck, loving every flex and jolt provoked from my actions. He writhes underneath me, twisting and moaning with pleasure.