Fixated (6 page)

Drake’s on his knees now, and a sob burst out
of his body, sending vibrations through both of us. “I need you to
breathe, Scarlett. I always have,” he stammers. “How could you
leave me? If I wronged you, why didn’t you just tell me? I would
never leave you. No matter what you do to me in this world, I will
never leave you.”

I’m too weak to speak, think, or do anything.
I just continue murmuring his name repeatedly.

“Yes, my love, I’m here,” he chants
repeatedly. Drake tugs at my lace panties all the while biting and
licking the insides of my bare thighs.

I moan; my breathing harsh and erratic. I dig
my hands into his silky black hair and clutch tight, pulling him to
me. Everything in me wants all of him.

He bites the swollen curve of my ass,
squeezes my thighs, then he grabs each of my cheek in his hand and
pries open.

I scream when his tongue glides in between my
ass. He lets his tongue start from the bottom and lick all the way
down, then again, and again.

My head falls back, and my limbs weaken from
the tornado of explosive erotic pleasure burning through me.
Drake’s tongue is killing me softly. I try to push him away, but
I’m only pulling him closer, and rocking my ass into his face.

“Just as I remembered … this pussy, my pussy.
So wet, hot, and fucking soft. Oh god, Scarlett,” he cries. “I went
crazy without you. I went mad. I thought I would die.” He circles
my clit and sucks brutally hard and fast, his breath furiously hot.
“Part your thighs,” he growls, still on his knees as he fucks my
pussy and ass with his tongue.

I do as he say, shamelessly arching my hips
for more. He cups all of my ass cheeks in his big hands so that his
thumbs are free to work on my pussy. Then he parts my slick folds
with his thumb, and sticks his tongue deep inside me. His lips
suckle my clit over and over, making me scream words I can’t even
understand.

My body shakes, every muscle in me going limp
from the exquisite, illicit pleasure hovering over me. Tears slip
down my cheeks, but they are happy tears, joyful ones.

I feel as if I’ll die if I can’t experience
this again. The way he’s ravishes and abuses my body. The way he
grabs, squeezes, and twists my flesh. The way he makes it very
clear that I am vital to him. That he needs to eat me, to worship
me, for him to exist.

This is Drake. This is what he does to me. He
breaks me and he makes me. His touch gives me everything.

He bites down on my clit again and this time
ecstatic pain shoots up my spine, and the waves of orgasms spring
to life.

Drake feels it to because suddenly he brings
both of his palms down on my ass. Hard. I scream, the pain
unexpected.

“Come for me, my love! Come in my mouth, I
want to drink it all,” he growls.

The orgasm bursts out of me. I cry out,
pumping my pussy into his mouth with all my strength. Nothing else
matters. Except this primal connection, this quivering pleasure,
and exquisite euphoria. My body convulses around his tongue, over
and over.

Drake doesn’t relent; he continues tonguing
me, drinking every drop of my juices hungrily

“Scarlett,” he says suddenly in a heated
voice.

I peep at him and gasp. His brilliant green
eyes tear into mine, chilling me to the bone. “If you ever leave me
again, I will kill myself.”

Holding my gaze, he stands, pulls me up, and
spins me around. He crushes me into his body and buries his face in
my hair. “Scarlett,” he inhales deeply, as if he wants to take my
scent into him. “I am going to fuck you so deeply you won’t ever be
able to leave me again.”

I quake with anticipation, and his biceps
tighten around my breast. Drake is the only man that can get me so
aroused that I ache for the familiar soreness of his large cock
battering me.

He arches my spine, yanks my ass higher, and
positions his thick cock at my entrance. The smoothness of it, the
memories of how tight his cock always stretches my pussy, it’s too
much to bear.

I want him now. Trembling, I peek at his cock
again. Oh god. It’s definitely going to hurt going in. I’m going to
need time to adjust to him, but I know I can take him. Fuck it, I
have to take all of him. I don’t care about my own
self-preservation.

“You are looking at it? You want it, babe?
You want my dick inside you? He says in furious gasps as he rubs my
entrance with his head.

“Yes, please, yes,” I pant.

“It's your dick, my love. You are going to
take my cum really quick before I can thoroughly fuck you. Will you
do that for me?

“Yes,” I plead.

“Hmm, my sweet love. Here you go, take it!”
he impales me with one violent plunge.

I scream loud to the heavens, and lift my
hips to meet his powerful thrust. Once. Twice. Thrice. Shit. It
feels so fucking good. I can’t remember anything, not even my own
name.

Ragged sounds burst out of Drake’s mouth, and
violent shudders wreck his muscular frame.

“Oh god, I missed you … fuck, my love!” he
yells, his voice breaking into sobs as he crushes me into his arms.
I feel unusually hot moisture on my cheeks and shoulders, and I
know he’s crying. I’m crying too. I understand the gravity of
everything he’s feeling, yet, seeing the pain on his face breaks
me.

My heart hurts from how beautiful, broken,
and shattered he is. Knowing I caused that pain makes it hard for
me to breathe. It makes me want him more. I watch in awe as his big
muscular body trembles as he starts to ejaculate hard and hot
inside me.

He screams my name as waves of ecstasy
swallow his body. His giant cock swells, stretching my pussy beyond
belief, and he spurts his hot semen into the depths of my body,
thrusting viciously the entire time.

“Shit. Fuck, Scarlett! So sweet. So. Fucking.
Sweet,” he rasps incoherently, saying my name as if he is uttering
a prayer.

Growling, he turns my head and kisses me
hard, bruising the fuck out of my mouth. He buries his hands in my
hair, fisting it roughly, as the muscle of his tongue plunges
aggressively down my throat. We kiss like deranged fools. Licking,
sucking, and biting hard enough until we taste each other’s
blood.

“Fuck me, Drake,” I beg into his mouth.

He complies. Instantly, he begins riding me
so quick and hard that the wooden walls and glass furniture start
shaking.

I arch my back, wanting more even though his
cock is already filling me to the brim. When he’s deep inside me
like this, I feel a thawing in my soul that’s he’s a part of me.
The only one who can make me whole in this world.

The orgasms come with frightening speed.
Because he is my man. He knows my body better than even I do. a
twist of his hips here, a pinch of a soft flesh there, more
perfectly-timed thrust, powerful rhythm, and I’m squirting and
coming again. Drake is my king; my everything. He knows how to take
care of me.

“I’m coming, Scarlett!” he wails, his body
vibrating. Drake pulls out, spins me around, and pushes me to my
knees.

Automatically I reach for his cock, because
oh boy have I been dying to feel it deep in my mouth.

This is what he wants. He cries out my name
in praise, and shoves his cock down my throat.

Drake buries his hands in my hair, pulling
and tugging at the roots as he thrust his hips forward. Fucking the
hell out of my mouth. The thought of him so lost to the world and
everything else apart from my mouth empowers me, maddens me with
wanton, animalistic desire. All I care about is pleasing him,
taking him into my body.

I suck harder, licking the pulsing veins of
his cock, tonguing his swollen slit, and swirling my tongue around
the crown. I grab his heavy balls, and caress and squeeze them the
way I know he likes while I continue with my mouth.

“Fuck, fuck,” he yells in a guttural
rasp.

I shudder with delight as the first drop of
his heavy hot semen touches my tongue. I fist the root of him with
both hands, hollowing my cheeks, as I suck every drop out of his
big cock.

Drake comes with the fury of a tornado, and
his body quakes as he comes for long minutes. He fills my mouth
with his semen until it starts dripping from the sides of lips. I
don’t let any single drop go to waste. How can I? I missed the
tangy taste of him, the way his thick semen usually sat at the top
of my throat before it slid down. It was as if it was forcing me to
remember every element of his taste and essence.

I continue sucking him; I want to suck him
for hours. I want him to fuck me for hours.

But he gently pushes me away as he collapses
to the ground. Then he bundles me in his arms again, and cradles my
face like a child.

Drake buries his face in my neck before I can
see his eyes. “Missed you… missed you so fucking much. I missed my
pussy so much …” he broke into a sob.

My nipples hardened into bullets. The blunt
possessive way he always referred to my pussy as if he would commit
murder if anyone else ever fucked me always turned me on mad.

I touch his jaw and lift his head, my heart
wrenching in my chest. I want to do anything he wants me to. I want
him to see how much I love and need him.

His eyes roam my face as he lets his hand
drift to my lips.

Staring at me with lust filled eyes, he packs
the semen on my cheeks and rubs it over the curve of my lips,
massages, and then sticks his fingers inside my mouth.

I suck on his fingers hungrily, grabbing his
wrist and squeezing it with my breasts.

He growls warningly, and I feel him getting
hard. I suck harder and start rocking my hips, pushing my body into
his.

Drake grabs and plumps my breast with his
free hand, and starts rolling an aching nipple between his
fingertips.

Before I know it, he flips me onto all fours,
and his hips begin to jerk, his rigid cock pounding my battered
pussy. He pounds his hips into me, forcing me to take his punishing
lunges. He is so deep that he’s hitting the very end of me with
each thrust. His hands are everywhere, squeezing my breast,
pinching my clit, sliding over my thighs and ass. Now, he has me on
my back. Then he has me on top. We don’t stop, we don’t even know
how.

Panting, soaked with sweat, spit and our
respective juices, we continue fucking like wild animals until we
find ourselves in that place where nothing exists but the two of
us.

When reality begins to sink a little, I
realize I can barely feel my body, except the weight of his cock as
he slowly pushes in and out of thoroughly swollen pussy. I can’t
take anymore, and I wonder how long he’s going to keep on fucking
me. But suddenly, Drake puts me on my back. He pushes my knees into
his chest and plunges deep into me, grazing that spot repeatedly
and I want more. More. Then I’m on top, riding his large cock, and
taking all of it.

I raise my head and meet his frighteningly
intense gaze. Sharp, hungry green eyes ravish every inch of me.
“I’m not going to stop. I have three years of hunger to take out on
this pussy. When I’m done, you will be bow-legged, Scarlett.”

I shudder, aroused by the wicked promise and
glint in his eyes. I love that I can do this to him, that when he’s
inside my pussy I can control and mark him as mine. Blushing, I
bury my face in the wet hot skin of neck.

He growls and I feel his full red lips part,
blowing hair into my face. I squirm, stunned by the delicious
erotic warmth of his breath and scent. Oh god, I want this forever.
Please, can I just have him?

“I missed you,” he says, kissing my hair and
face softly, reverently, his heart beating against mine as he comes
long, hard, and slow inside me. “Please don’t ever leave me.”

At first, an airy feeling overcomes me, and I
just want to close my eyes and weep from joy that I’m able to hear
Drake say these words to me again.

But reality sinks in fast, and I land back to
earth with a violent thud. What about the marriage? I know this is
the wrong time to bring it up. Everything in me knows I should not
bring this up now; that I should just enjoy the moment. But the
idea is already in my head, and well he just fucked my brains. I
can’t be as composed as I was before the brutal fucking session. I
simply can’t. I am suddenly on the verge of a panic attack just
from thinking about it. Is he married? What the fuck is going to
happen now?

“Scarlett? Are you okay?” his entire body
freezes with tension. He hasn’t seen my face but he can already
feel something is wrong. That’s how close we are, and acknowledging
this makes me start to hyperventilate.

Slowly, I push away from him so we are
staring face to face. I can’t bring myself to meet his eyes because
I don’t want him to see the fear in mine. “What now?”

He seems confused, then realization hits, and
a wall falls between us.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” he warns,
his green eyes darkening.

“Why?”

He’s suddenly distant, his eyes becoming too
controlled.

My heart falls. Shit, that’s not good. I jerk
my body, suddenly hyper aware that his cock is still buried deep
inside me. “Just tell me truth. Are you married now or not?” I say,
my stomach knotted with dread.

I know with just one word he can shatter my
entire life. I know it, and a part of my heart urges me to take
back the question, warns me that I don’t want to know the answer to
it. But I remain quiet and wait.

Finally, he answers. “Yes.”

WHAT DOES THE FUTURE HOLD FOR DRAKE,
SCARLETT, AND NICOLE? Please pick up book 2. Available now.