But Evangeline did that to him. His own cock was straining upward, lying flat against his abdomen, pointing at his navel. He was about to burst from wanting to be inside her, and the knowledge that her ass would be stuffed full of Manuel’s dick, thus making her impossibly tight, had pre-cum leaking from the tip of Drake’s erection.
“Sit down on me,” Manuel said, strain evident in his voice. “Back slowly down. I’ll guide you. Reach behind you and spread your ass for me.”
Her cheeks went pink, a flush working its way up her neck until her entire face was rosy. But again, she did as instructed, instilling fierce pride in Drake at how magnificent this woman was.
His woman. She belonged to him and only him, and the knowledge that he was making an overt claim, was openly acknowledging that fact, nearly brought him to his knees. He who’d never called anyone his. He who’d never had anyone, save his brothers. No one he cared about. No one who cared about him.
It was humbling and yet it sent adrenaline spiking through his veins. A stunning revelation and one he’d never imagined admitting to anyone. But his men knew he’d staked his claim—there was no doubt about that. Anyone with eyes and a modicum of common sense could see that Drake was firmly snared, and the hell of it was he didn’t give a flying fuck who knew it.
When his brothers had broached the subject of him going public, of making a very public statement that this woman was his, cherished and protected and not to be fucked with, he’d been reluctant. Hesitant. And yes . . . afraid. He who feared nothing and no one. Yet one fragile female scared the fuck out of him. Two months ago, he would have laughed in the face of anyone suggesting he’d be brought to his knees by a blond-haired, blue-eyed temptress. On the surface, he was the dominant, the one in control, but he knew the truth. He was anything but in control of his relationship with Evangeline, because he would move heaven and earth to make her happy, would do anything at all to keep her. He was, in effect, at her mercy.
He watched as Evangeline slowly followed Manuel’s dictate and allowed him to grip her hips and pull her down to his lap. Her hands hesitantly slid over her luscious ass and then parted the globes, her breaths speeding up, the color still high in her cheeks as she battled her uncertainty.
Even though she was self-conscious and unsure of herself, she obeyed every command given. And she did it for him. Even as she went willingly with Manuel’s firm pull, her eyes locked with his, never once looking away, as if she were telling him, This is all for you. Only for you. Always for you.
His chest tightened to the point of a physical ache and he almost betrayed his emotions by rubbing it to alleviate the slight discomfort. Then her eyes closed as Manuel began penetrating her, strain evident in the crease of her brow, her breath puffing in quiet, audible sounds.
“Open your eyes, Angel. Look at me. See only me.”
She readily complied, and he lost himself in the smoky haze swirling in her eyes, the blue more brilliant, beckoning him to lose himself further.
He was already hopelessly lost with no possibility of ever finding his way out. He had no desire to.
She emitted a startled whimper when Manuel abruptly pulled her all the way down, seating himself to his fullest depth in her ass. Manuel leaned against the couch, throwing his head back, his fingers digging fiercely into Evangeline’s hips. He stretched out his legs, spreading them, effectively spreading her wide as well so her pussy was open and exposed to Drake’s view.
Manuel angled himself further down into the soft couch, sliding forward so Evangeline was perched on the very edge in perfect position for Drake. He remained still, Evangeline’s opening stretched impossibly wide around his cock. It didn’t look possible that she could even accommodate him. The position made her pussy entrance so much smaller, so small that Drake would have to work at getting inside her.
Just the thought of her silky tissues trying to ward off his invasion and how exquisitely snug she would be around him had him sweating and already on edge, moisture seeping from the crown of his dick. It wasn’t possible that there could be a more incredible feeling in the world than her velvety walls wrapped around his cock, clutching and resisting as he persistently pushed his way in.
Hell, if he managed to get balls deep in her, he’d come in two seconds. He’d never last and he was known for his rigid control and discipline. But with Evangeline he had none. She made him frantic, irrational, with no control over his release whatsoever.