I’m not sure who else is still languishing in this fandom but here is the 2nd chapter of this AU fic that seems to have gotten some popularity. Thank you so much for reading the first chapter, I appreciate your comments.
Chapter One here
In my head canon, Camille is actually a descendant of Madame de Montespan, purely because I LOVE Montespan’s story. It might seem a bit silly writing her into it like this but this is my fic so…
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It had been 96 years since Camille Montespan had seen Drake Walker.
She rounded the corner around the back of the diner and pitched up against the brick wall, leaning her hands on the wall so she could steady herself. Hot tears blinded her vision as she struggled to breathe.
‘Camille!’
His voice. His voice had a certain softness underneath the deep tones. So familiar to her.
She slowly turned around to face Drake. He looked like he had seen a ghost. She imagined that she did too.
‘How are.. How are you still alive?’ Camille asked, knowing her question sounded incredibly weird to a casual observer but to her, it meant the world.
‘How are YOU still alive?’ Drake hurled back. His skin had gone back to normal but his eyes were still wild. ‘Camille, what the fuck?’
A/N: The kick off of Drake Appreciation Week seemed like a good of time as any to brush this one off!
My other stuff: Master List.
He walked back into the room bare-chested, towel wrapped around his waist, water droplets still clinging to his hair.
Riley had composed herself. She was sitting cross-legged on his bed tapping on her phone.
“Who you talking to?” He asked curiously.
“Hana,” she answered, “my roommate.”
“Tell her I said hi,” he grinned.
“Your phone kept going off while you were in the shower,” she told him, “someone is blowing you up.”
“Oh, yeah?” he glanced down at the screen, typed in his pin, and scrolled through the notifications before closing it again.
“Do you need to call someone back?”
“Nope.”
She watched as he pulled on clean clothes, her eyes tracing his movements. She had watched him change clothes before, but it was different now, somehow.
Everything was different now.
She had never cared who was calling him before. Now she desperately wanted to know who Sasha was.
Whoever she was, she had called him eight times and sent about a dozen text messages while he was in the shower.
She could only see the beginning of the most recent message on the scroll at the top of his screen.
Not that she’d been looking.
True to his word, he didn’t pressure her about their relationship status, he didn’t even bring it up again. He went right back to treating her exactly how he always had.
Only now she was interpreting everything differently.
Before she had much time to think about any of it, they were back in his truck on the way to eat.
“I’m thinking we go to Plano,” Drake said as he drove, “so we don’t run into anyone around here.”
Riley nodded in agreement, “That’s a great idea!”
Plano was the next town over, and it was bigger. It was less likely that they would run into anyone they knew there.
Less likely, but not impossible.
Drake pulled into a parking spot at Ruth’s Diner, “Remember this place?”
“Of course I do,” she laughed, “I haven’t been in California that long you dork!”
He had been so excited after getting his license, he’d insisted on taking her for a ride. They’d ended up at Ruth’s. After that, it became their go-to place anytime either of them needed cheering up or asked the other for relationship advice.
“Good!” He smiled at her, “because it’s kind of our place.”
She pushed the butterflies in her stomach away as she agreed with him.
He held the door open for her, something he’d always done, but now it felt different.
He slid into the booth next to her, instead of across from her. That was new.
Once they were seated, she asked him,“ Are you going to get your own fries this time?”
He lowered his menu to gape at her, “What’s with that tone?”
“You never order fries of your own,” she accused him, “then you always eat mine!”
“I was always in training, Riley! You think being an offensive lineman was easy?”
“What the hell does that have to do with eating my fries?”
“I had to stay in shape! I did not eat your fries!”
She arched an eyebrow at him.
“Okay, maybe one or two…” he smirked. “What? They’re good!”
She rolled her eyes as she tried to suppress a smile.
“Hey, Riley, haven’t seen you in here in a while,” the middle-aged waitress with greying hair greeted them as she approached their booth.
“Hey, Gertie! I’ve been away at college, remember?”
“I remember! How’s California treating you?”
After some small talk and catching up, Gertie took their order. She tapped her pencil on the table before walking away, “Glad to see you two are still together. I always thought you were such a cute couple!”
“Oh! We’re not-“ Riley started to correct her, but Gertie had already walked away.
Drake laughed, “Let her have it, Brooks.”
“Yeah, all right,” Riley murmured, “I guess it doesn’t hurt anything for her to think that.”
She suddenly felt awkward around him, something she had never felt before. Their relationship had shifted subtly, and she was still finding her footing.
She was relieved when the food came, so she could use eating as an excuse for not talking.
She was actually glad when he snatched a fry off her plate. It grounded her back in the familiar patterns of their lifelong friendship, “Seriously? You had your own fries this time!”
“Yeah, but they’re gone!” He protested, “and you never finish yours anyway!”
“That’s not the point!” She shook her head and gave him a chiding look, “You’re not supposed to-“
They were interrupted by a voice calling their names, “Hey, Drake! Riley! What are you doing here?”
She turned toward the voice, to find one of their former classmates striding over to them.
Blond hair, blue eyes, and broad shoulders, Kyle Jacobson had played on the football team with Liam and Drake. “Oh! Hey, Kyle! Ah…just visiting…”
Kyle’s face lit up, “For how long? Maybe I could drop by tomorrow and-“
“Her parents don’t know she’s here,” Drake interrupted as he leaned across her, effectively blocking Kyle’s view of her, and grabbed another fry off her plate. He slid it through the ketchup and popped it into his mouth before turning back to Kyle, “and we’d like to keep it that way.”
“But…” Kyle looked back and forth between them in confusion, “Then where are you staying?”
“With me,” Drake said casually as he leaned back and draped an arm across her shoulder.
“Oh,” Kyle sounded disappointed, but he recovered quickly, “Well, if you’re going to be in town for a while, give me a call so we can hang out! I gotta go, I’m just picking up a to-go order, I’ll see you guys later!”
“I’m leaving tomorrow,” Riley told him, “but I’ll give you a call next time I’m in town.”
“Sounds good,” the blond waved at them over his shoulder as he walked away, “Nice running into you, Riley. See you around, Walker!”
“Yep,” Drake responded. He watched Kyle until the other man left the restaurant before turning back to Riley, “For a theater kid, you sure are a bad liar! I thought all those improv sessions made you quick on your feet!”
“You sure jumped to making him think we’re sleeping together pretty fast!” She responded.
He gave her a dumbfounded look, “We are sleeping together! Besides, did you want me to tell him the truth?”
“Well, no… it’s just that I’ve never seen you act territorial before, it’s weird.”
“That wasn’t territorial!” He protested.
“It was a little territorial…”
A piercing high-pitched voice echoed through the diner, “Drake!”
“Oh, no…” his eyes closed briefly as he tried to will away the inevitable.
Riley spun in her seat toward the sound of the voice, “Who’s that?”
“The biggest mistake I ever made, that’s who,” he groaned.
Riley saw the moment the other woman’s gaze fell on her. Her mouth twisted in anger and fire snapped in her eyes as she made it to the booth, “Who the fuck is this bitch?”
Riley’s body jerked back in surprise, “Oh…I…”
Drake was on his feet, placing his body between her and the interloper, “First of all, this is my friend and you don’t fucking talk to her like that, Sasha!”
“Oh, you’re Sasha!” Riley leaned around Drake to get a better look at her.
She was gorgeous, but of course, she was. All the girls Drake messed around with were.
Her hair cascaded down her back in dark brown waves, almost to her ass, which was on display in a pair of skin-tight yoga pants.
Sasha also leaned around Drake to glare at Riley, “Friend, huh?”
“Yes,” Drake replied moving his body again to keep himself positioned between them, “Riley and I have been friends since preschool.”
She turned her attention back to him, jabbing him in the chest with a perfectly manicured fingernail, “You expect me to believe that bullshit?”
“Frankly I don’t give a shit what you believe. We..” he gestured between himself and the crazy woman, “are not a couple!”
Sasha jolted back like she’d been hit, “I thought we were official!”
“Why would you think that?” he asked in genuine confusion.
“Your mom knows my name!” her voice rose.
His mouth fell open, “Of course she does! You showed up at my house and told it to her!”
“Why would she have let me wait for you in your room if we weren’t official?”
“Because you lied to her and told her we were! What the actual fuck is wrong with you?”
“Nothing’s wrong with me! You’re a liar and cheater!”
“We hooked up a couple of times, Sasha, that’s it! If we were official, I would have specifically said so! And I would have told other people! I don’t play stupid games,” He shook his head, he had met, and slept with her at a drunken party, and hadn’t been able to shake her since.
“I’m sure that’s what you told your little girlfriend here!”
“Oh, I know everything about him, and have since preschool,” Riley interjected, “everything important anyway. And he’s never mentioned you!”
“You know what? Fuck you both! It’s your loss!” She spun on her heel and stormed away.
“His mom, dad, and sisters all know my name!” Riley called after her.
Drake retook his seat, shaking with laughter.
“What?” Riley snapped irritably.
“Nothing,” he held his hands up in the universal sign of surrender, “just…who was being territorial tonight?”
“Shut up!” She shoved him as her pink swirled across her cheeks.
“Hey, It’s okay, you can admit it,” he dropped his arm across her shoulder again, and gave her a sidewise hug, “I liked it!”
“Whatever,” she studied her plate as she willed her face to return to its natural shade, “We should probably get back, I have a long drive tomorrow.”
“Yeah, okay,” he agreed, “You sure you don’t want dessert? We could get it to go.”
She glanced up to find him giving her the same cajoling grin he’d used in grade school to get her to go along with whatever caper he’d come up with that was against her better judgment.
It always worked.
Thirty minutes later they sat on his bed, eating chocolate lava cake and watching Spongebob reruns.
“This is just like third grade when Ryder and I would spend the night over here and we would stay up all night watching cartoons and eating all the junk food in your kitchen!” Riley sighed. A full stomach and comforting childhood memories had her feeling almost normal again.
“Yeah, that was great,” he agreed, “What happened that made us stop doing that?”
“Puberty!” she snorted, “One day I grew boobs and suddenly our moms didn’t trust us alone together!”
“Huh.” He looked at her seriously for a moment then shrugged as he brought the last piece of cake to his mouth, “Turns out they were right!”
“Oh, my God! Stop!” She laughed as she slid out of the bed.
“Where are you going?”
“To brush my teeth and put on my pajamas!”
She closed the bathroom door and looked at herself in the mirror.
She had dark circles under her eyes. She looked fatigued, even to herself. The emotions of the last several days caught up with her and suddenly all she wanted to do was sleep.
She changed into a long sleep shirt with a pair of shorts under them. By the time she was done, Drake had changed into a plain white t-shirt and a pair of fleece pajama bottoms.
The bed had been cleaned off and the covers pulled back.
“Ah…I’m just going to brush my teeth now,” he told her, “Go ahead and try to get some sleep.”
She climbed into the bed, pulled the covers up, and found herself engulfed in his scent. She pressed her nose into the pillow and inhaled. How a simple smell could flood her with so many conflicting emotions she had no idea.
Drake clicked off the light on the way to bed. “Goodnight,” he told her as he slid under the covers.
“Hey, Drake?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you again…for everything.” She couldn’t imagine going through this with some random guy from a Saturday night club hookup.
She realized with sudden clarity that if that had been the case; if she had gotten pregnant by some random guy, it would still have been Drake by her side, helping her hide it from her parents, supporting her, giving her a shoulder to cry on and making her laugh despite everything.
“Come over here,” he held his arms out.
“I’m too tired and emotionally drained for that.” She told him as she scooted closer.
“I wasn’t going to ask for that,” he assured her as he wrapped his arms around her, “Can’t a guy just want to cuddle?”
She laughed even though she was already on the edge of sleep, “Never pegged you for a cuddler.”
“Only for you,” he murmured as he dropped a kiss on the top of her head.
“Happy to know I’m special.”
“You are.”
“Mmm,” She burrowed into his side as his fingers combed through her hair.
“Hey, Riley?”
“Yeah?”
“I…nothing, never mind,” he sighed as he pulled her closer, “just get some rest, okay?”
I Can’t Imagine A Life Without Breathless Moments Breaking Me Down
The World Was On Fire and No One Could Save Me But You
I Do
The Letter
Friday, 5th September, 5am
Girls Like You
The Right Girl
Moments That Could Be
That’s Why I Hate You [AU]
Captured Moment
Intoxicated Thoughts
The Things We Say At 3am
Impact [TRH inspired]
Dreamland
Invisible Friend
First Man
The One I Want to Dance With
Friend Date [AU]
A Burden Shared [AU]
Home
Hello, Goodbye [AU]
I Don’t Believe in Fairytales
Famous Couples [a Beaumonth Bash]
Shameless
Hope You’re Good Up There
First Night of Freedom
Doing separate master lists for all my stuff. I’m not putting it all on one post for fear that tumblr will flag my master list again and not allow me to appeal it.
Warnings: NSFW, angst.
A lot of these one shots are from when I first joined the fandom.
Setting: ??? We’re in AU territory, who knows where we’re at, but we’re going to be following one Drake Walker as we go. It is a short mini-series - 7 chapters total.
Disclaimer: Pixelberry owns these characters, but I have fun playing around with them a bit.
This series has NS*W moments and lots of bad language. No one under the age of 18 should be reading this.
Teachers AU {finished} - this is one of my favorites, I only wish I took my time with it, so it wasn't so rushed :/ still a fav though! Its an AU where the TRR cast are all teachers.
-part one
-part two
-part three
-part four
-part five
You Opened My Eyes- fake relationship fic {finished} - pretty good AU in my opinion, i’m a sucker for fake relationships hehe. Lifelong friends, MC and Drake have to pretend to be in a relationship over the holidays.
-part one
-part two
-part three
-part four
The Non-Royal Romance - season two coming in June - this is my biggest series, basically TRR but MC is the ‘Liam’ of the story and her love interest is her bodyguard, Drake ;)
season 1 {finished}
-part one
-part two
-part three
-part four
-part five
-part six
-part seven
-part eight
-part nine
-part ten
Season 2 {unfinished} - coming in June!!
-trailer
The Line {unfinished} - Small series I haven’t worked on in a while inspired by Gilmore Girls where MC runs from her past life with her daughter and her best ‘friend’ Drake, when her ex unexpectedly moves in next door.
-part one
-part two
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Singles / One Shots:
What I want to do to you- NSFW fic in Drake’s point of view of Liam’s bachelor party in Paris with some extra spice :)))) one of my favs
For who you are- this was actually my first fic! Basically a fluff peice between Drake and MC, just trying to have a real conversation between them (part two is here, its the NSFW part lol)
Party crashers I’m guessing?- AU where the whole gang is in college. MC and Maxwell try to crash into a college party and someone gets in their way…
Don’t you dare- fic full of angst baby. Really my only angsty piece, I mean I’m a pretty fluffy person. Liam reaches his boiling point after Drake and MC announce their engagement and it gets pretty intense lol
Why does daddy call you that?- speaking of fluff, this is just full of fluff, including Drake being a cute dad and it’s not very long, but I’m still proud of it :)
Fuck off, she’s mine now- AU where MC’s ex shows up and wants to get her back, but just needs to get through drake first ;)
Hey sis!- short but hot little fic/crossover where MC is calling her sister (MC from PM) and Drake tries to get her attention
April Fools!- MC plans a joke on her soon to be husband, but it doesn’t end up as she suspects (nfsw)
I said no, Drake- fic of the balcony scene in book 2, in Drakes pov, after MC rejects Liam’s proposal.
hey! hope you enjoy trr trailer. i loved making it and i actually really like it. another updated one and i was originally just going to do book 3 but i decided to just combine all the books together so there’s a little bit of everything.
I just felt like I really need to say this. I want to talk about how happy I’m that PB finally gave us this very important choice if you are romancing Drake.
We all know how Drake used to think of himself…
Nobody deserves to feel this way, especially this man. I mean he went through a rough childhood because he has always been told and treated as he is less important than his bestfriend. His father barely had time for him. His sister left him when he needed her most. He sacrificed his future to be there for his bestfriend, when Liam’s own brother left him to chase a girl, even though Drake knew that he will always live in his shadow. He saves Liam’s life when he rescued him from drowning. He takes a shot for MC even if she chooses someone else over him. And yet he thinks that he is a nobody.
And yes, he may complain a lot about fancy food and how things are at court, or he may talk a lot about his favorite drink but that all doesn’t matter when you realize that you have a real friend and an amazing person like Drake by your side.
The things she told him next are really important and anyone who has self-worth problems should have people telling them that they matter and make them feel like it. And trust me, I’m speaking from experience.
I just love this fictional man so much and I really needed to say that, because it kills me to hear him say these things about himself.
▫ he knows you’d never betray him and that you like him
▪ and ONLY him
▫ but it’s hard for him to stay rational when rich dudes try to flirt with you
▪ or look at you with hungry eyes, as if you’re some kind of trophy to win
▫ it angers him to see you with that fake smile on your lips and that bored look on your face
▪ especially because he can’t intervene
▫ and it’s killing him to see you with Liam
▪ his best friend
▫ the reason you were actually here in the first place
▪ the way the new King looks at you, with so much hope and love
▫ that’s the first time he feels something burn deep inside him
▪ and he wants to take you away
▫ away from court, away from the royalty and from the king
▪ to have you all to himself
▫ but he soon catches himself, thinking that it’s selfish to think that way
▪ but can you blame him?
▫ you were the first one that understood him
▪ the first one to be as bitter as he is
▫ the first Lady that enjoyed a nice whiskey and burnt marshmallows as much as he did
▪ and when you look at him it’s like the whole court wouldn’t exist anymore
▫ it’s just the two of you for the blink of an eye
▪ and then he sees you
▫ swaying to the music with another man under the light of the beautiful chandelier
▪ with a wonderful dress over your skin, hugging you in all the right places
▫ and he has to look away and leave the ballroom
▪ drake couldn’t see the dissapointment on your face
▫ he’d try to get his act together, to think about something different, to-
▪ that’s when he feels your hand on his arm
▫ and he freezes
▪ stands completely still, not even turning you way
▫ “Drake? Is everything alright?”
▪ your face wouldn’t be more than a soft whisper
▫ vanishing into thin air when he finally faces you
▪ “Yeah,… Of course!”
▫ but you don’t believe him
▪ why would you, right?
▫ he’s not one to actually sound cheery at a time like this
▪ “You’re lying. I know you Drake.” - “Do you now?”
▫ you’d be concerned by now, softly taking his hand in yours, carressing his knuckles with your thumb
▪ (and you know it would be bad when people see you like this)
▫ but you don’t really care, all you want is to make sure that Drake is happy again
▪ “Look, go inside again. Dance the night away for all I care. It’s stupid anyway.”
▫ his words cut you deeper than you’d think, hurting you with their sharp edges
▪ “It’s not when it upsets you so much. You know that you can tell me.” - “I’m- I’m jealous, okay? I’m jealous of all those men that get to hold you. That can talk to you and kiss your cheeks and hands. That can make you laugh when everybody is around. That get to-”
▫ you won’t let him finish
▪ you’d rather grab his handsome face and press your lips against his, kissing him hard and with so much care
▫ and you’d desperatly hope that he knows what you can’t tell him
It was first Christmas after our wedding. Drake and I threw a party in our new house in countryside away from City of Cardonia. Drake presented me this house before finally proposing me for marriage. We were preparing for the party since many days and called Liam, Olivia, Hana, Maxwell, Savannah, Bertrand and Bastien.
Drake is always an introvert and more of a quiet person. For me, it was super fun, but I will admit that I have never seen him so happy and cheerful.
It had taken a lot of my energy and attention to plan for this event and now that it was here it included late night conversations. Needless to say there wasn't a lot of "connection" time for us and I was beginning to get needy.
In our main living area, I looked over and saw my man casually talking to Liam and Bertrand and I started fantasizing about what I would do to him...but there simply isn't the time or space for it.
Well, my need became so great it overcame my propriety and I walked over to Drake, politely interrupted his conversation by putting my arms around his shoulders for an innocent hug and kiss. And then I dropped the bomb. I seductively whispered in his ear, "Meet me in the bedroom in five minutes for some hot Christmas sex now..." And then I added a command, "Act casual."
After a few minutes, I moseyed on over to our bedroom and shut the door. Then I started peeling off my dress and excitedly awaiting for his arrival in my sexy red lingerie. As soon as he came through the door and locked it behind him I could tell that he was already sexually aroused. Without words, we both knew that we needed some banging.
He started kissing me and running his hands nice and rough up and down my body. He turned me around and unhooked my bra mercilessly. I started on his clothes too which were flying off and hitting the ground in record time. He was so hard that his cock is almost ripping out of his boxers. As he kissed me deeply he reached his hand down my body and into my red panties. He quickly found what he was looking for and started swirling his fingers all around, plunging his fingers up into my sweet juices. Our tongues were entangled during this whole time. I started stroking his cock inside the boxers. He groaned in my mouth.
Knowing we didn't have much time, I turned my body towards the full length mirror and bent over sliding my panties down. Seeing this, Drake growled with arousal “ Fuck Brooks” and threw away his boxers. He immediately got behind me and easily slipped his big hard dick into my hungry pussy.
As we looked up in the mirror we could both see ourselves naked and full of desire, which only enhanced the experience. He started thrusting me ferverishly. "Oh baby, that feels amazing!" He put his hands on my hips and move my body to increase the friction of his thrust! I could barely stand up with all the pleasure pumping through my body. "Yes. Gasp. Yes. Gasp. Yes!"
He went harder, faster and deeper and I could barely breathe. I was trying to hold in all of the gasps and groans that involuntarily escaped me as the pleasure was mounting! I looked up in the mirror to see my breast bouncing all around and saw my man delightfully watching the same display.
Knowing that our friends were on the other side of the wall completely unaware, just casually hanging out, while my man was hard-core banging me, the thought was so very sexy to me.
He was trembling and I was lost as currents of pleasure rippled throughout my entire body. I cried “ Oh Drake! I am cumming!” I didn't want it to stop. Ever. Neither he wanted to stop. He commanded “ Cum for me, Brooks.Now.” I came hard like never before. Then I heard him gasp. He grabbed my hips and pulled himself further into me as he exploded his sexy sauce into my China. I looked up into the mirror to see his reaction. I love to see his face as he comes. We were both temporarily paralyzed by the intense bliss.
Our eyes searched for one another and met in the mirror as we both relaxed in the aftermath of the climax. The build up of the sexual tension and release of it was slowing flowing out of our bodies. He came out, turned me around and wrapped his strong arms around me. He gave me a long, slow, warm kiss that said things that no words can.
We quickly dressed and tried to assumed a nonchalant disposition as we exited our room together. We thought we fooled everyone but all eyes were on us. Maxwell gave us a knowing look. He then came over to us and asked outright, "Did you guys just "do" it?".
We didn't answer his question because there was no need. But we did know that in his own way, his question simply meant that he was super happy for us!
It was first Christmas after our wedding. Drake and I threw a party in our new house in countryside away from City of Cardonia. Drake presented me this house before finally proposing me for marriage. We were preparing for the party since many days and called Liam, Olivia, Hana, Maxwell, Savannah, Bertrand and Bastien.
Drake is always an introvert and more of a quiet person. For me, it was super fun, but I will admit that I have never seen him so happy and cheerful.
It had taken a lot of my energy and attention to plan for this event and now that it was here it included late night conversations. Needless to say there wasn't a lot of "connection" time for us and I was beginning to get needy.
In our main living area, I looked over and saw my man casually talking to Liam and Bertrand and I started fantasizing about what I would do to him...but there simply isn't the time or space for it.
Well, my need became so great it overcame my propriety and I walked over to Drake, politely interrupted his conversation by putting my arms around his shoulders for an innocent hug and kiss. And then I dropped the bomb. I seductively whispered in his ear, "Meet me in the bedroom in five minutes for some hot Christmas sex now..." And then I added a command, "Act casual."
After a few minutes, I moseyed on over to our bedroom and shut the door. Then I started peeling off my dress and excitedly awaiting for his arrival in my sexy red lingerie. As soon as he came through the door and locked it behind him I could tell that he was already sexually aroused. Without words, we both knew that we needed some banging.
He started kissing me and running his hands nice and rough up and down my body. He turned me around and unhooked my bra mercilessly. I started on his clothes too which were flying off and hitting the ground in record time. He was so hard that his cock is almost ripping out of his boxers. As he kissed me deeply he reached his hand down my body and into my red panties. He quickly found what he was looking for and started swirling his fingers all around, plunging his fingers up into my sweet juices. Our tongues were entangled during this whole time. I started stroking his cock inside the boxers. He groaned in my mouth.
Knowing we didn't have much time, I turned my body towards the full length mirror and bent over sliding my panties down. Seeing this, Drake growled with arousal “ Fuck Brooks” and threw away his boxers. He immediately got behind me and easily slipped his big hard dick into my hungry pussy.
As we looked up in the mirror we could both see ourselves naked and full of desire, which only enhanced the experience. He started thrusting me ferverishly. "Oh baby, that feels amazing!" He put his hands on my hips and move my body to increase the friction of his thrust! I could barely stand up with all the pleasure pumping through my body. "Yes. Gasp. Yes. Gasp. Yes!"
He went harder, faster and deeper and I could barely breathe. I was trying to hold in all of the gasps and groans that involuntarily escaped me as the pleasure was mounting! I looked up in the mirror to see my breast bouncing all around and saw my man delightfully watching the same display.
Knowing that our friends were on the other side of the wall completely unaware, just casually hanging out, while my man was hard-core banging me, the thought was so very sexy to me.
He was trembling and I was lost as currents of pleasure rippled throughout my entire body. I cried “ Oh Drake! I am cumming!” I didn't want it to stop. Ever. Neither he wanted to stop. He commanded “ Cum for me, Brooks.Now.” I came hard like never before. Then I heard him gasp. He grabbed my hips and pulled himself further into me as he exploded his sexy sauce into my China. I looked up into the mirror to see his reaction. I love to see his face as he comes. We were both temporarily paralyzed by the intense bliss.
Our eyes searched for one another and met in the mirror as we both relaxed in the aftermath of the climax. The build up of the sexual tension and release of it was slowing flowing out of our bodies. He came out, turned me around and wrapped his strong arms around me. He gave me a long, slow, warm kiss that said things that no words can.
We quickly dressed and tried to assumed a nonchalant disposition as we exited our room together. We thought we fooled everyone but all eyes were on us. Maxwell gave us a knowing look. He then came over to us and asked outright, "Did you guys just "do" it?".
We didn't answer his question because there was no need. But we did know that in his own way, his question simply meant that he was super happy for us!
