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how I feel, so fucking sue me.”
    I kept on walking before I gave him a quick glance, huffing.
    “Okay—fuck it! I’m jealous all right?” He tugged on my arm, caging me in between his hands, body and eyes that were too keen for my liking. “You think it’s funny, crazy even… but it’s me, Lil,” he grunted. “I’m a selfish guy. I just want you to myself. I don’t care if the person was a woman, a lesbian or gay for that matter… I just want you to myself.” He searched my eyes. “ Is that so hard to understand? ”
    Yes, it was certainly difficult to understand. He sure was a different breed. “There’s no need for that, Drake.”
    “I know.” He kissed my cheek and then the other before he kissed my nose. “But I can’t help how I feel. I just love you too much.”
    My annoyance vanished in a flash, replaced with abundant joy and happiness. How could I be angry at him when all he ever did was love me? I couldn’t hold that against him.
    “You are quite possessive, aren’t you?” I finally smiled up at him, cradling his cheek. I watched as he closed his eyes and pressed his cheek into my palm, loving the feel of me.
    “You have no idea…” His other hand reached out in between my thighs, caressing my sensitive skin. “This skirt should be burned… I don’t think I can see you dancing with short skirts anymore, or I will not be liable if I hurt someone.”
    I gasped when he forcefully tugged at my short, black silk skirt, ripping it apart. “ Shit—that’s new! ”
    “I need you.” His finger reached inside the mesh garter of my underwear before trailing it all the way to my pussy where he wrenched the panties from my body, leaving me open for his animalistic advances.
    If there was a need to protest, to argue my way out, my brain had simply shut down on me, leaving me with nothing except my entranced body.
    With ravenous gaze, I watched as he pulled his pants and boxers down, springing his manhood free, poking it against my belly.
    “Turn around, palms on the side of your head, hold your legs together, push your ass out and rest your head against the wall,” he commanded as he spun me around, spanking my ass cheek.
    I yelped, muttering how absurd he was as I slightly parted my legs. Before I even caught my breath, he smacked me on the same spot.
    “Don’t open your legs.”
    “Damn you!” I hissed, pulling my legs shut.
    His breath was on my shoulder while his hand massaged the spot where he had smacked me twice. “Close your eyes, baby. Trust me; I’ll make it good for you.”
    Well… as long as there was that, I would always participate with partial obedience.
    Smirking, I closed my eyes with the wall cool against my cheek, readying for his touch.
    Biting my bottom lip, I felt him spread my ass apart before I felt the warm wetness of his tongue, toying with my back entrance. In all of our adventurous sexual activities, he had never fully paid attention to this part of my anatomy. His lascivious tongue then glided lower, travelling towards my vaginal hole before circling it around my clit. Using his teeth, he slightly grazed it, sending electrifying jolts all over my body.
    My fingers curled on the wall, loving his ministrations. When his tongue inched around my pussy entrance, the curling sensation in my lower belly started to tighten, heightening my senses. Just when I thought my release was close behind, he immediately pulled out, exchanging his tongue for his shaft, capsizing me with its powerful dominance.
    My arms gave out. As much as I tried to pull myself off the wall, his strength was too much. He was basically fucking me into the wall, and the only thing I could think and feel was his dick. It ruled me beyond control.
    When I came, it seemed like waves crashed about, the church bells rung and the opera singer was belting out a tune. I felt owned. I felt loved. I felt alive.
    So even though I came, I felt too exhausted to do anything. Drake on the other hand was coming