Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 126848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 634(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 634(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
“Of course I will,” Dra’vik promised in a low voice. “But you’re going to have to open your thighs wide so I can get my fingers deep inside you, little girl—going to have to spread your pussy for me and let me fingerfuck you until you’re all better.”
“All right,” Iyanna agreed breathlessly. “Just do it already—you’re making me lose my damn mind over here!”
“First I have to get my fingers wet again,” he murmured. “Not that your sweet little pussy isn’t already wet, but you know what I mean.”
He lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked them deeply, as though savoring her secret flavor. A low rumbled of pleasure came from his deep chest that seemed to vibrate Iyanna’s whole body.
“Gods, little girl, your pussy honey tastes so damn good,” he told Iyanna. “Wish I was tasting it right from the source. But we’d better get you taken care of—you ready?”
Iyanna lifted her chin.
“Yes,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady and failing miserably. “Yes, I…I’m ready.”
“All right, spread your legs wide then, little girl.”
And then two long, strong fingers had found the entrance to her pussy and he was sliding inside her, as far as he could go.
“Oh…Ohhhh!” Iyanna moaned, bucking her hips as he hit bottom within her. The sensation of being filled was almost too much—especially considering the way his other hand had crept around her waist and had taken over circling her aching, throbbing clit.
“Feels good, little girl?” he murmured, slowly sliding his fingers in and out of her pussy as he rubbed her clit.
“You know it does!” she gasped. Her hips were moving now—she couldn’t help it. The feeling of the big Drake’s fingers on her—in her—was too good to resist. She couldn’t fool herself any longer that this was just about healing. He was straight up fingerfucking her while he stroked and circled her clit and if he didn’t stop… “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come,” she whispered hoarsely.
“I know,” Dra’vik murmured.
“I…I’m really loud when I come,” Iyanna warned him breathlessly. “I can’t help it.”
“I know that, too,” he rumbled. “I won’t try to stop you—moan if you need to, little girl. Makes me fucking hard to hear you lose it.” Then he leaned down and whispered in her ear. “So why don’t you be a good girl and come for me?”
It was like he had spoken the magic words. Iyanna didn’t know why that phrase—“good girl”—did it for her, but spoken in that deep, growling voice as he stroked and rubbed her open pussy, it was too much to resist. It was like he had brought her right to the edge and now he was pushing her off.
“Ohhh!” she moaned, her back arching as her orgasm rolled over her. “Oh God, yes! Yes!”
Her pleasure seemed to make Dra’vik hotter as well.
“That’s right,” he growled softly. “That’s right, come for me, Iyanna. Be my good girl and come for me.”
Iyanna found she was gripping his thighs as she writhed against the big Drake. She was certain that if the safety belt hadn’t been still holding them down, she would have come right out of the seat. She had a dim idea that she ought to be quieter—they were in a public shuttle, after all—but somehow that didn’t seem so important now. She couldn’t stop herself from moaning anymore than she could stop the waves of pleasure that kept rolling over her as Dra’vik continued to fingerfuck her deeply and rub her clit.
After a moment there was a sound of shoes clicking on the aisle outside and then someone called,
“Excuse me, Mr. Dra’vik—is everything all right in there? Is there some kind of a problem?”
Iyanna stiffened in the big Drake’s arms, but Dra’vik put his mouth to her ear and whispered,
“Don’t worry and don’t move—just let me handle it.” Then, raising his voice, he called, “We’re fine in here. My cherished wife had a bad dream, that’s all.” As he spoke, he continued to fuck slowly into Iyanna’s pussy, making her writhe in his lap, while she bit her lip so hard she was sure she was going to draw blood.
She couldn’t help being nervous—what if the flight attendant looked around the privacy curtain? She would see Iyanna spread out on the big Drake’s lap, her thighs wide apart while he slowly stroked and fucked her pussy! It was such an embarrassing, compromising position to be in…and yet it only made her hotter.
She heard the flight attendant shuffling uncertainly on the other side of the curtain and then she said,
“Well, if you’re certain you’re all right…”
“Perfectly fine. Sorry if we woke any of the other passengers.” Dra’vik’s deep voice sounded absolutely normal—like he wasn’t making Iyanna crazy by stroking and fucking her pussy as he spoke.
“It’s all right. Just, er, try to keep it down if you could,” the attendant said. Finally, they heard her walk away, back down the aisle.