Chapter 52 Drake

• DRAKE
• Avery’s lips are parted slightly, her eyes glazed over with satiated lust, her cheeks a dusty pink color I’ve grown addicted to. My fingers are still buried knuckles deep, while her moans and cries echo around the room, like sweet music to my ears. Now that all of my secrets are out in the open a weight has been lifted from my shoulders.
• Her nails have dug into my flesh, scratching me deep enough to draw blood, but I don’t mind. I allow her a few seconds of reprieve, before I drag her off the bed, planting her feet on the ground. I spin her until her back is facing me; I take her wrists in one hand, and shove her into the bed. Her squeals pierce my eardrums, but she doesn’t resist, and she looks delectable with her ass perked up in the air, and her toes barely touch the ground. She’s perfect in this position, subdued, allowing me to admire her figure.