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was all in my past. I felt like I had won the lottery and I had the chance for love, marriage, and a family. How wrong I was. Love is so blind. It feels right, even when it’s wrong.
Looking back, Drake knew exactly how to make me feel good; sexually, that is.
     
     
     
    “Ohhh yeah, baby. That’s right. Don’t stop doing what you’re doing.” Drake was in heaven.
“Okay, babe. Anything you say. You sure you can handle this?” I teased in between licks.
Starting in small circles, I twirled my tongue up and down his shaft and with each flick reached farther and farther out. When I placed all of him inside my warm mouth, I thought Drake was going to collapse in a heap in the middle of the floor.
“Damn, Kennedy. You do that shit too good,” he exclaimed as his eyes rolled back in his head like he was going into convulsions.
“Who do you love?” I asked, momentarily pausing to look up at him. I needed to hear him say it, again.
“Don’t stop now. Put it back in. I was almost there. Put it in,” Drake moaned, trying to place his stiff, massive organ back in the comfort and warmth of my eager, accommodating mouth.
“No, not until you answer my question,” I stated, shyly looking up at him from beside the sofa in my living room.
“Damn, Kennedy, you can’t tease a man like this,” he exclaimed, pushing my long hair back out of my flushed face. Unsuccessfully, he tried to force my head back down with his other hand.
“Who do you love?” I asked determinedly.
I took the opportunity to suck down on his tip, just like he had taught me. Not too hard, but with enough pressure to cause him to involuntarily shudder and close his eyes. Drake had patiently and expertly instructed me on everything he liked me to do to him in bed. The things I didn’t care for, I did them anyway. Just to please him. Cosmopolitan magazine articles revealed that what you wouldn’t do for your man, another woman would. Women should learn to be accommodating in the bedroom. I went above and beyond for Drake.
Tonight was costume night. Sometimes Drake and I played these games where I’d dress up in costumes and live out his fantasies. It kept the sex exciting and interesting, is what Drake said. I had no complaints. Tonight, I had on this red and blue cheerleading outfit minus the panties and bra. I even sported long socks and tennis shoes to complete the look.
As I squatted on the floor with my open, bent legs, Drake manually stimulated me and squeezed my breasts through the fabric while I pleased him. My wetness was all over his fingers. I think I was addicted to his dick; it was beautiful just like him, and I could suck him for hours.
“Kennedy, baby. You know I love you. From the first day I saw you, I’ve loved you,” he exclaimed, rubbing some more on my spot. I felt my knees getting weak.
I let out a slow, sensual moan, closed my eyes and bit down on my bottom lip. “Yeah, right there.” I opened my legs even wider, granting Drake full access.
He reached to push my head back down, and I searched his face for the truth. I knew Drake sometimes told me what he thought I wanted to hear. His confessions, sometimes, didn’t hold an ounce of truth.
“Come on, baby. Work my dick. Do it like I taught you. Suck that lollipop.”
“Hmmm, you taste sweet,” I cooed, licking my lips.
“It was love at first sight when you walked through my door. I knew you were the one.”
Drake had told me all I needed to hear. His words were music to my soul. I went to work, harder and faster than before. How many licks does it take to get to the center of the Tootsie Roll Pop? Slurping, wet sounds echoed throughout the stillness of the moment. We never made love with any background music or noise. Drake was turned on by the sensual, raw sounds and smells of our lovemaking.
“Oh, yeah. That’s it. That’s my girl. Damn,” he screa-med out in ecstasy as I moved just in time before he spewed all over me. With his eyes still closed and a big smile on