Free Lily's Mistake by Pamela Ann Page A

halfway in. I turn my face on the seat to muffle my reaction. Oh God. Drake feels amazing. When his hips thrust further in, I bunch up my hands together to stop myself from screaming in pleasure. My nails bite the insides of my palm; it hurts, but I don’t care. I’m past caring because what Drake is doing to me is the only thing that I can focus on. Well, it’s the only thing that dominates me, nothing else matters. He grips the side of my hip so he can control the pace better.
    The sweet, slow, tortured pace is driving me insane. When he goes deeper into me, my lips let out a loud gasp, but it’s too late for me to take it back. Drake hisses in my ear.
    I still, I’m suddenly scared he is going to stop. I sag in relief when he starts to move in and out of me again. I rejoice when his right hand snakes around my stomach and seeks my nub, rubbing it violently. My body is starting to quiver. Drake notices the sudden change in me and on cue his left hand covers my mouth while his other still touches me and his cock is still fucking me.
    The forbidden feel of the whole scene, and Drake using his hand to shut me up, drives my body into such a sexual high, I come a minute after.
    “Are you on the pill?” he asks, panting hard.
    I shake my head, since his hand makes it impossible for me to speak. He cusses, panting like a maniac, but it doesn’t stop him from pummeling me. His tongue nibbles on my earlobe. “Can I come inside you? Is it safe?”
    Was it? I had my period a week and a half ago. Am I ovulating? I have no clue. It should be okay, right?
    To answer his question, I push my ass hard against his cock. “Thank you.” Drake’s lips nip on my neck as he concentrates on his release. Then picks up pace and his finger slides around my folds, driving my body to another thrilling orgasm. His teeth painfully sink into the flesh of my neck when he unloads his semen. His small thrusts make me swell with pleasure as he pumps and drains himself inside me.
    His heavy breathing tickles the back of my ear. “Did I hurt you?” he softly asks.
    Yes, BUT I LOVED IT!
    “No, of course not.”
    He kisses the spot where he sunk his teeth in hard before he pulls out of me. The instant feel of not having him connected to me makes me feel odd for some reason.
    After Drake helps me with my clothing, he pulls me towards him, our faces against each other. Our eyes twinkle, obviously happy. I don’t want to talk because we might just ruin the mood. Wetting my swollen lips, I slowly kiss him.
    Drake pulls me closer and has my head resting against his arms as his palm cradles my face. The kiss lasts for a good forty-five minutes.
    I think, in between that time, my heart starts to thaw out.

12
     
    “I’m outside,” Drake says and instantly hangs up without waiting for me to respond. We just arrived back yesterday and he woke me up an hour ago─thanks to my jet-lag, my schedule is now messed up─demanding for me to get ready. He doesn’t mention where we’re going.
    Irritated, I grab my purse and go out the door.
    What greets me is a total surprise.
    Drake Tatum in black jeans, a black wife beater, black boots and straddling a black with red outlined limited edition Ducati. I stand there mesmerized at the very sight of him. His grey eyes smolder as he watches me walk towards him.
    Oh, shit. I’m in so much trouble.
    I haven’t seen him in twenty-four hours and I’m already drooling at the sight of him. Will I be addicted to him like I was eight years ago? I better not. I don’t think I’ll forgive myself if I go that route again.
    “Want to go for a ride?” Drake asks with a heart-thudding huskiness.
    Ride.
    Yes, I want to ride.
    Badly.
    I stride over to where he’s sitting lazily on his bike and as he hands me a black helmet, I looked at him, lustfully. “I didn’t know you were a biker boy.” I’m wearing a short baby pink chiffon dress, how do I manage to hop on that testosterone machine?
    “There’s a lot about me