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"Look inmy face in his hands I could barely keep them open, but did "Say my name"

When asm started, he just fucked me missionary style until I cried out, his name instead of Master on my lips

He came as well in a few strokes, his face red with effort, then his jaw slack, his eyes half-lidded as his orgas himself into me with each spasm He collapsed onto me and panted in my ear for a moment, then kissed my neck I couldn't help but smile

He pulled back and saw my smile and smiled himself, a trickle of sweat on his forehead

"So?" he said, raising his eyebrows, grinning like a fool "Hoas vanilla ice creaht? Good enough?"

"More than good enough, in case you didn't notice, Master"

He bent down and kissed my throat

Then he couldn't resist and sat up between s wide so he could watch his come drip out of me

I covered my face to stop my smile

"What are you s about, Ms Bennet?" he said and I could hear the amusement in his voice "The fact I can't deny at least one of my kinks?"

I opened my hands and watched hi his artwork

He glanced back toto me I can't describe it, or explain it Whatever it e thought we'd be to each other, I felt as if that had been passed, surmounted, overcoreement was pretty much thrown out the

If Drake realized it, he didn't seem to care

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

The Monday before Christ an extra shift, I was at 8th Avenue before Drake, which was very rare I brought along a couple of strings of Christ of real Mistletoe I picked up fro around his aparthts when he arrived, wearing his camel colored overcoat and plaid scarf, his cheeks red from the chill