Chapter One Hundred and Eight
“We should,” Abby said, giving Drake a smirk. She ran her hands over his shoulders, smoothing out his shirt as he shifted his hips. His c**k slipping from her p***y, leaving her feeling empty and aching for him.
She’d never felt this way before with any of her ex’s. With Drake, Owen, Eli and Sam it was like she couldn’t get enough of them. Like they fed something inside of her that was famished and ready for them at all times.
There were no doubts that she would ever be left wanting more as she had in the past. No moments where she would have to take care of herself afterwards. They always saw to all of her needs.
Drake stepped back and Abby slid the ripped scraps of her panties down her legs. Stepping out of the fabric as she straightened her dress back i
