Quickie

 

Nicki's POV

It’s been four days. Four. Fucking. Days. Why the hell is he avoiding me? Ugh! I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m never this horny. What does he do to me? I aimlessly walked around the vast home just thinking and plotting out my plan. I made my way to the spacious wine cellar and grabbed a bottle of Château Garraud Pomerol. As I trekked up the stairs and entered the kitchen, I couldn’t help but think of the look on Drake’s face when I surprise him.
The sound of the cork popping out of the wine bottle caught his attention from all the way in his office.
“Nic?”
“Yes?” I answered sweetly.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting something to drink. Do you want me to bring you a glass?”
“Yeah, what is it?”
“Um a surprise.”
“Ha okay. What are you planning?”
I smirked and tip toed my way to his office. I peeked my head in before kindly saying ‘nothing’. I knew he could tell I was up to something but he just didn’t know what.
“Okay if you say so Onika, so where’s the drinks?”
“Still in the kitchen, I didn’t wanna keep yelling back and forth.”
“Oh ok well I’ll come and get it.”
Oh yes you will you. I mused in my head. Making a small smile appear.
“No, no I got it.”
“Oookay.”
My smile stayed on my face as I sashayed away into the direction of the stairs. I started to think of what I should wear for Papi, then it hit me. I’m not treating him. This is for me. So I said fuck lingerie and stripped down to nothing and put a pair of red bottoms on. I wandered to the full length mirror and took a view of myself. I turned around and smirked at myself.
He can’t possibly resist me looking like this.
Down the stairs I went, making my way back to the kitchen. I grabbed the neck of the wine bottle and gently poured the deep red liquid into each glass. I took a little sip from my glass and picked up Drake’s glass. The clicking of my heels was audible as I sauntered my way to his office.
“Papiiii. I have your drink.” I spoke as I entered the office.
“‘Bout time, I was-”

    

Drake's POV

I took my eyes of the screen of my laptop and I couldn’t even finish my sentence. My mouth hung open. Right in front of me stood caramel complexioned goddess. Fuck. She had me and she knew it. She walked sexily over to my desk and bent over so that her plump breasts were inches from my face. My mouthed watered, wanting to suck and nibble on them. My mind, then, thought about her sweet ocean. How good she feels, the moans she makes, the faces she makes, everything.
Stop it! I yelled to myself.
I grabbed my wine glass and took a swig of it. I noted the taste and saw her walk her way to me. Her nails lingered on the mahogany desk. The slow clicking of her heels and her sexy walk was turning me on even more. Boy, did she know it. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. Her nails gently scratched up toned arms. I leaned back in my chair and let out a breathe. I felt her presence behind me and soon felt her hands on my shoulders.
“Ooh you’re tense, I think you need a massage, huh Papi?”
I remained silent and continued to sip my wine. Her hands drifted down my chest, scraping her nails going back up.
“Cat got your tongue Papi?” She giggled. “I know you want it.” She purred in my ear.
I side eyed her before speaking. “Do I?”
“Yes, you do. I can tell you are about to crack any minute.” She told me as teased my earlobe with the tip of her tongue. I bit my lip and watched her come around to the front of me. She bent over and grabbed the arms of my chair and pushed me back. My eyes trailed down her voluptuous body and back up, meeting her dark piercing brown eyes. I saw a change in them, signalling she had an idea. She hopped on the top of my desk and spread her legs. Her pussy glistened in the light from her wetness. I gripped the arm of my chair. This was fucking torture. Seems like all we do is fuck lately that’s why I’ve been avoiding her.
“Why are you avoiding me Papi?” She questioned as she teased herself. “I don’t know why you would I mean look at me.” She smirked.
“Now that I think of it, I may have wore you out. I mean, we’ve had so many rounds last week. You probably need to recover.”
I took a breath in. She knew how to get to me. I heard a moan escape from her mouth and my eyes immediately went her pussy. She was slowly rubbing her clit. I clenched my teeth and felt my dick throb for attention.
“Papi y-you don’t know how mmmuch I want-t you to ma-ake me cumm. Fuck. B-But I can d-do it, I-I don’t need you.”
I saw her slide two fingers in herself. Her juices began to drip from her swollen pussy. I silently undid my pants and stood up when she tilted her head back from the pleasure she was giving herself. My hand locked around her wrist and I pulled up before plunging into her. She yelped out in surprise and pleasure.
“Couldn’t resist anymore?”
“Shut up!” I growled and started thrusting harder and faster.
“FUCK!!” She screamed.
I felt her walls squeeze my dick but I pulled out before she could have her orgasm.
"You fucking bastard!"
"See what happens when you talk shit! Turn the fuck around!"
“No.”
“What did you just say?”
“I said no!”
“I see you’re still talking back. Getcho ass over here.” I instructed. I grabbed her arm and practically threw her into my chair so she was in my favorite position. My hand struck her ass, she screamed and I saw her wetness drip down on my chair. I teased her with my tip, hearing a whimper from her. Slowly I thrusted inside her and instantly withdrew once my full length was in. She cut her eyes at me. I chuckled and pushed myself deep in her, continuously thrusting, showing no mercy.
“OH MY GOD!!! Fuck! I-I’m gonna c-cum!”
A smirk developed on my face as I pulled out. I heard her groan and attempt to touch herself. I quickly grabbed her arms and pulled her to my chest.
“Are you gonna stop talking back?” I asked.
Silence. I dropped one of my hands and reached to her clit. I rubbed her in fast small circles making her moan and fidget. Just as she was about to cum I stopped.
“Please!” I heard her beg.
“Please?”
“A-Aubreyyyy.”
“Yes?”
“Stop playin’!”
“Well are you gonna behave and stop talking back?”
“Yes!”
“Hmm? I somewhat believe you. But you gotta work for it. Ride for me Onika.”
She slowly lowered herself on me. Up and down she bounced. Her breasts were almost hypnotizing. I licked my thumb and put it on her clit, helping her fall into her orgasm. Her body tensed and jerked as I rubbed her most sensitive spot.
“Ohhhhhh fuck!” She yelled, raking her sharp nails down my arms. I saw her eyes roll back as she finished cumming.
“I came so fucking hard.” She told me. I cupped her face and brought her down to me. I gently kissed her for the first time. Nicki broke the kiss as I thrusted into her hard and deep. I wasn’t gonna stop until I got mine. Her screams filled my ears as she came repeatedly on my dick.
“Goddamn Onika.” I said through gritted teeth. I hit her with my signature move before hitting my orgasm.
Nicki picked her head up from the crook of my neck. Our breathing was heavy.
“4 days is how long we go without sex if we are in the same house. Deal?” She said.
“Deal.” I laughed.