A moan left him and I fell onto the bed, shaking his arm as he started to tremble. “Drake. Drake, wake up.”

“No!” he shouted. “No… Shane. No!”

I cupped the side of his face. “Drake, baby, wake up. It’s just a dream. Wake up and look at me!”

Blue-gray eyes snapped open, but I could tell his nightmare still lingered as the fear slowly faded from his eyes. “Angel?” he croaked.

“Yes. I’m here.” I stroked my hand up and down his back soothingly. It was damp with sweat from his dream, but I didn’t care. I knew about the reasons for the bad dreams, and I just wanted to comfort him until his mind eased.

He moved so fast I didn’t have time to blink. One minute I was on the edge of the bed, rubbing his back, the next I was underneath him. His knees spread my thighs wide, and I gasped as the head of his dick teased at my pussy.

“I need you.” He growled as his mouth captured mine.

All thoughts of either one of us being late disappeared at the first taste of his mouth. One big hand tangled in my hair while the other explored my body. A cry of pleasure escaped me as he pinched and pulled on my nipples. I could feel my pussy flooding with arousal even as the head of his dick rubbed across my opening.

Drake was wild in my arms, out of control as he made love to me. I didn’t have time to think as he assaulted me with one pleasure after another. His mouth left mine to kiss a scalding trail down my neck and across my collar bone. That hot, sinful mouth sucked my nipple deep inside and I couldn’t contain the small scream at the pleasure filled pain as he sucked me harder with each pull.

“I need you, Angel.” He breathed against my stomach as his tongue dipped into my belly button.

“I need you too!” I cried as his tongue stabbed into my pussy. “Drake!”

“Such a sweet pussy.” He sucked my clit into his mouth, nipping at the bundle of nerves. I twisted against his mouth, already on the edge of a mind numbing orgasm.

“Please. Drake, please!” I begged as his day old beard rubbed against my thighs, making the pleasure that much more intense.

His head rose and I could see the evidence of my arousal on his scruffy face. Those blue-gray eyes were so full of passion it made my breath catch.

“Tell me you want me,” he demanded as he grasped his dick in his hand. I watched in complete fascination as he stroked the head of that big, beautiful cock down my clit.

My thighs trembled in anticipation. “I want you, Drake,” I breathed. “Please, I need you inside of me.”

I watched him position himself at my opening and swallowed hard at how beautiful this picture looked to me. Drake with his long, thick cock ready to become a part of me. His hair covered thighs pressed roughly against my tanned, smooth ones.

“Look at me!” he commanded and I raised my eyes until our gazes locked.

“You are mine, Angel.” He made it sound like a vow as he thrust hard and deep.

The scream that escaped me was full of the most carnal pleasure. It had been so long, and I was tight. His thick cock stretched me almost to the point of pain, and I arched my hips in an attempt to ease some of the pressure. Drake’s eyes were dilated until there was no blue-gray, only black.

“There is no better feeling,” he growled.

“Drake…” I shifted my hips, urging him to move. “Please.”

He pulled free then thrust deep and hard. I felt his balls bounce against my ass and wrapped myself around him to hold on while he drove into me over and over again. My thighs where shaking, burning with each powerful thrust as he hit that spot that always made me lose my mind for him.

“Angel!” he cried, and I could feel him growing thicker inside of me as he neared the end.

“Take me with you!” I pleaded, and his hand eased between us until his thumb found my clit. He pressed down hard and rubbed in tight little circles. “AH!” I screamed as my inner muscles started to contract around his engorged cock. “Drake, I’m coming!”

“Yes! Fuck, yes!” he bellowed just before his back arched and he emptied himself deep inside of me.

The feel of his hot release inside of me only intensified my orgasm. I clawed at his back as my climax went on and on, until I thought I was going to pass out from the sheer pleasure of it all…

Drake lay on top of me, sweat coating both of our skins. His face was against my neck, his lips kissing the sensitive spot just under my ear. I was spent and still floating on a euphoria cloud. I didn’t want this moment to ever end. Fuck the world because I wasn’t ready to leave this bed or this man.

There was a slight tab on the closed door. “Lana?”

Drake’s head jerked up. “Go the fuck away, Shane!” he roared.

“Sorry, bro.” Shane called through the door. “I hate bothering you guys, but Lana’s phone keeps ringing. It’s Layla and she keeps calling. It might be important.”

My heart stuttered in my chest. “I’ll be right there!”

Drake’s arms tightened around my for a moment before he muttered a curse and rolled off. “Come back,” he commanded, pulling the covers over his waist as I pulled on the shirt that he had stripped me of without even knowing it. Instead of putting on my wet panties, I grabbed a pair of boxers from his dresser and stepped into them as I headed for the door.

When I opened the bedroom door Shane was standing there, my phone in his hand. “Sorry, sis.” He grimaced.

“It’s okay.” I gave him a small smile as I took the phone from him. A glance at the screen told me that I had five missed calls. Heart pounding, I pulled up my sister’s number and hit connect.

It didn’t even finish ringing once before Layla answered. “Oh, God! Are you okay?” she asked.

Something in my sister’s voice told me that she was upset. “I’m fine. What’s wrong?”

“I didn’t know!” she cried. “I had no idea. If I had, I never would have let Drake accept the job. Please believe that.”

I went still. “Layla…”

“I couldn’t believe it when Jesse told me that he was one of the judges. I’m still in denial!” She went on as if she hadn’t heard me.

I glanced over at the bed and pulled the phone away from my ear. “I…I’m going to take this in the bathroom.” I told him and rushed through the open bathroom door before he could protest. When I was alone, I locked the door and turned on the faucet. “Layla, are you still there?”