“Gods, Kael—”
“Answer me.”
“Yes. f**k. I love it.”
I added a third finger and twisted, watching his c**k jump against his stomach. Precome smeared across his skin. I leaned down and licked a stripe up the length of it before sucking the head into my mouth just long enough to make him curse.
When I pulled off, Drake’s voice was rough. “You going to keep teasing or are you going to f**k me?”
I wiped my fingers on the sheet, slicked my c**k, and lined up.
“Begging already?”
“It’s not begging if it’s a demand.”
I pushed in.
The tight heat of him dragged a groan out of my chest. I forced myself to go slow, sinking deeper inch by inch until my hips were flush against his ass.
Drake’s hands fisted in the sheets. His mouth was open, breathing hard.
“f**k,” he whispered. “You’re so f***
