He lifted me off the counter and I stood up, my legs weak.
"On your knees," he commanded. I knelt in front of him and waited for his next order. "Unzip me."
I did, unfastening his belt and then unzipping him. I could see the thick outline of his cock, a wet spot where his fluid leaked out.
"Take them off."
I complied, pulling his shorts down over his thighs and to the floor. He stepped out of them and stood in his boxer briefs.
"Put your mouth on me."
I held his hips in my hands and leaned forward, my mouth on his shaft. I moved it over his length from the base to the tip, stopping to mouth the head, licking it, tasting his saltiness.
"Take them off," he ordered and I complied, slipping his boxer briefs down over his thighs and down to the floor. His cock sprung loose and bobbed in front of my face. I tried to hold back a smile, because he was so ready, dripping.
"What are you smiling about? You're going to take it – all of it – down your throat."
I glanced up at him and his eyes were narrow, like he was angry with me, but I knew he wasn't. He was struggling not to smile as well.
"Sorry," I said. Then I did what he said and took him in my mouth, slowly sucking his length into my throat, as far as I could take him until I gagged.
"You're out of practice," he observed. "I guess I'm going to have to train you again. Now, I'm going to fuck your mouth for a while. Then I'm going to fuck you until you come on my cock."
I couldn't respond with his very thick cock stretching my mouth wide. Instead, I sucked on the head, my tongue running around the rim of flesh, then I held still while he slowly and lazily fucked my mouth. I cupped his balls with one hand while I sucked him, my eyes open and gazing up into his eyes. I saw such lust in them I wondered if he wouldn’t just finish in my mouth, but he didn’t. When he got close, he stopped and pulled out. I'd only come once and once was never enough for Drake.
I had to have two orgasms – at a minimum – to each one of his. He always said one of my orgasms was for him and the other was for me.
"I'm selfish. The first orgasm you have is always mine because I give it to you and it's mine alone."
"But they’re both mine," I said, smiling at him.
"You don't understand," was his simple reply.
Now, he lifted me up and turned me around so that we faced the kitchen island, and we could see our reflections in the picture window.
"Drake, people could see..."
"Let them watch. They'll be jealous."
I smiled to myself and closed my eyes while his hands squeezed my breasts, his fingers tweaking my nipples. Then he stroked my clit, his erection pressed between my buttocks. Soon, I was moving my hips against his hand, needing the sensation.
"You’re ready again," he said, nibbling on my shoulder. "Insatiable aren't you, Katherine?"
"I'm always hungry for you," I replied.
"Good, because I'm going to fuck you – hard." He entered me in one smooth push right to the root, and I could feel his balls slap against my pussy as he began thrusting. In the reflection, I could see my breasts shaking with each thrust and watched as Drake grit his teeth and pumped hard, one hand on my hip, the other slipping around to stroke my clit.
He knew my body so well that soon, I was at the edge of my second orgasm, the sweetness cresting and threatening to overflow.
"I'm going to--"
"Come for me..."
I did, the pleasure spiking, my body tensing, my flesh convulsing around his cock as he thrust inside me.
"Oh, God, oh God..."
Drake thrust harder and soon he too orgasmed, his face contorted in pleasure, his hands gripping my hips and pulling me against him with each thrust.