Promise Me Forever: Manhattan Ruthless

Fingertips skate over my stomach, rousing me from sleep. I open my eyes and decide that I must be dreaming. Drake is in my apartment. In my bed. And he’s not just here, he’s leaning on his elbow, staring down at me with an expression on his face that makes my breath stall in my throat. Not to mention his fingers are moving lower, which is really distracting. “Morning, baby.”

I press my lips together. He sounds real enough and feels real enough, but it could still be a dream. “How long have you been watching me sleep?”

He scrunches his nose like he’s deep in thought. “Not long. I mean you look pretty fucking adorable when you’re sleeping, but it’s kind of hard lying here next to you and having to keep my hands off your body.” His fingers head farther south. “Actually it’s really fucking hard.”

I shift my hips, accidentally rubbing myself against him. Wow. Smirking, I run my hand down the length of his thick shaft. “I’d say it was rock solid, actually.” A flush of satisfaction comes from the knowledge that I can make him feel like this, that I have this power over him. This is the first time in my life I’ve felt truly powerful, and I like it. A lot.

He slides his hand between my thighs, fingers teasing my sensitive flesh. “Yep. Totally irresistible,” he murmurs, his voice huskier than usual. “Especially when you’re all warm and soft like this.”

I gasp as he slides a finger inside me, my body already responding to his touch. “Drake …”

He claims my lips in a dominant kiss, already knowing my body so well it’s like somebody drew him a map. He knows exactly what I like, exactly how I like it. He works me with his skilled fingers, and I arch up to meet him, my body craving more despite everything we did last night. Despite him waking me in the early hours to do it all over again.

“God, you get so fucking wet for me, Amelia,” he groans against my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there.

My cheeks flush with heat. He’s not wrong. He works my body like he knows the cheat codes. Still, a girl has to play a little hard to get, right? “You’re so sure of yourself, Drake James.”

He laughs softly, his fingers slipping out of me. The loss of him makes me groan every single time. “I’ll tell you what I am sure of.” He rolls on top of me, pinning me to the bed with the weight of his body—not to mention his monster penis.

I raise an eyebrow in amusement. “And what’s that?”

“I’m sure I’m going to eat your pussy until you scream this entire apartment building down.” He presses a kiss at the base of my throat. “And when I’m done, you’re going to ride me like my good fucking girl.”

Sweet baby Jesus, yeah I am. I’m so used to lawyer Drake, office Drake, borderline-stern Drake, that this playfully dominant, filthy-mouthed god is leaving me dizzy. He’s going to eat my pussy, and this time I have no hesitation at all about letting him do it. Not now that I know how it feels and how much he genuinely enjoys it.

“Aren’t you, Amelia?” his growl is a low warning before his teeth pinch at my collarbone.

I gasp. “Yes sir.” I didn’t mean to call him sir, and I guess it could be a little weird given that he’s actually my boss, but it also feels all kinds of right. He lets out a satisfied groan as he moves lower, suggesting that he thinks so too.

I curl my fingers in his hair, urging him down. He resists for a second, flashing me a smirk before he presses his palms flat to my inner thighs and pushes them wide apart. “Drake,” I whimper.

He swipes his tongue firmly along the length of my wet center, and my back bows almost in half. He’s a genius with that mouth. “So fucking sweet, baby,” he groans. “I think I’m addicted to this pussy, have been since I very first tasted it. But I guess you already know that, huh?” His words vibrate through my flesh, making little tremors ripple through me.

Oh. Oh god, I hope he is addicted, because I never want him to stop. Every cell in my body is lighting up as he licks me.

“I asked you a question, Amelia,” he mumbles, lips resting against my flesh.

He flicks his tongue over my clit, and my eyes roll back in my head. “S-sorry. W-what—what did you say again?”

He lies down sniper-style, long legs hanging off the end of my bed, still holding my thighs wide apart as he rubs his nose over my flesh. “I asked you if you know I’m addicted to the taste of this pussy. And I have no doubt you answered me in your head, Amelia, but I want to hear your words. What are you thinking?”

I press my lips together and draw a breath through my nose. I’ve never been especially vocal during sex. Chad used to like nothing more than the occasional light moan to let him know I hadn’t fallen asleep, which was a very real risk on some nights. Shit. Why the hell am I thinking about Chad when the hottest man to ever don a suit has his face between my thighs? Drake deserves my full attention, and Chad deserves nothing at all.

“I … I hope that you are addicted to it, Drake, because I want this all the time. Like every single day for the rest of my life.”

He grunts, and I want to find a hole to curl up in. I took it too far and sounded crazy, like one of those women who chooses her wedding dress after one date. This is why I don’t speak during sex. Impending orgasms make a girl say stupid shit. I’m about to take it back when Drake wraps his forearms around the backs of my thighs and pulls me even closer to his mouth, then he devours me. Over and over again, he brings me to the edge only to ease me back down.

My legs are trembling, my head spinning, heart racing. I’m going to pass out if he carries on like this. “Drake!”

“What is it?” The movement of his lips sends a series of delicious little vibrations through to my core. This man could get me off just by talking to my lady parts. If he weren’t too busy torturing me, that is.

“Please let me come,” I beg.

He hums while he eats, and those tiny vibrations grow stronger. I buck my hips, fingers digging into his scalp as I grind shamelessly against his face. Stars pepper my vision. Euphoria lights up my body. I am definitely going to pass out. He rims my clit with his tongue, then sucks on the hypersensitive bundle of nerves.

Blinding white light flashes behind my eyes, and my climax crashes over me in wave after wave of pure, unadulterated bliss. His name is dragged from my throat on a hoarse cry, and I gasp for breath. He gently licks and sucks, drawing out my pleasure until it slowly ebbs away, leaving behind a contented feeling that I could totally get used to. It’s like my whole body has gone boneless, the most relaxed it’s ever been.

Drake pushes himself up onto his forearms, his beard glistening with my arousal, but I’m way too happy to be embarrassed by how much of myself I’ve left on his face. With one sweep of his powerful hand, he wipes his jaw clean. Then he crawls over me again, his lips and fingers never leaving my skin. I love how tactile he is—it’s like he literally can’t keep his hands off me.

“You taste so fucking delicious, Amelia.” With that, he seals his lips over mine and slides his tongue into my mouth.

I trail my hand between us, running my fingertips along the side of his thick shaft. He pulls back, a devilish grin spreading across his face. “Oh, you want that too, huh?”

“You did say I was going to get to ride you.” I bite down on my lip, trying to look like a sex kitten but probably landing somewhere closer to beloved pet tabby. The sparkle in Drake’s eyes tells me that might be good enough for him, though.

“I did, didn’t I? I said you’d ride me like my good fucking girl.” He tips his head back and groans at the touch of my fingers, then rolls onto his back, pulling me with him. I’m straddling him, my wet opening pressed against his rock-hard length. “Show me how much you want me, baby.”

My heart beats an erratic rhythm in my chest. Surely if I show him exactly how much I want him, it will make him run as far and fast as he can to get away from me.