Dricki dabbles

Sweet nothing

Drake parked in the driveway finally relaxing as the gate behind him remained open. He hasn't been home in a while and asked a friend to watch over it , judging by the excellent state of the followers out front he knew she had been nothing less than tentative.
"I'll pay her a little extra" he mumbled opening the front door. The smell of vanilla and cinnamon rushed up his nose as he walked. He made his way to the center of the house to check on what he was expecting to be delivered.

"What the hell" he stated reaching for his gun he always had on his waist and pointing it at the man that stood before him. He looked shocked and didn't move while the 6 foot drug lord held his gun up.

"Drake ! Stop he was just helping me with something" Nicki yelled seeing the misunderstanding. Drake had understood but kept the gun pointed once he saw she was in nothing but a robe and some heels. Her face had little traces of makeup, some gloss and eyeliner. Other than that her natural beauty was enough to make the outfit all the more sultry.  He let his arm fall to its side after he felt he had scared the man enough. The man quickly said sorry and ran out of the house , Drake waited until he heard the security system beep signaling that the front door had been opened and closed.

Nicki put her hand on her hip and sighed "you're so violent, relax a little" she said softly while walking up to him. Drake had what you call a poker face , you'd know he was looking at you but you'd never figure out what he was focusing on and how it made him feel. He was watching the robe subtly slipped off her shoulder  a bit , the string was just barley holding it closed but her sheet was exposed just enough to fill your imagination.

"Who was that nigga?" He asked putting his gun away.  "I don't know" she answers shrugging "he W-"

"So you just invited some nigga into my house while you're practically naked ? This isn't a place to bring your fuck buddies onika" he snapped walking into the room she had came out of.

"Real nice Aubrey." She huffed, the last thing she wanted to do was get emotional over the statement and have him question why she was acting like a baby. "He was actually just putting your last shipment in, you should know considering he works for you. As for why I'm naked he caught me off guard I was going to take a shower. But I can do that at home you don't need my help here you're home now". With that she turned to walk off to the room she had been staying in at his mansion. Out of all the rooms she could have chosen she chose his. His shirts had been used in her fair pick of sleeping clothes that week, she picked up her bag and tried to make the room look as it had been untouched.
"Crap, my shit is in the dryer" she mumbled realizing she had nothing to wear. She moved her bag into the hallway and started descending the staircase making her way to the laundry room. Surprisingly Drake was Inside changing his shirt. He looked at her and pointed to the laundry basket with her clothes in it,  she walked over to it and stared to rumble through the clothes.

Drake watched off to the side while twiddling the black lace thong he had taken from the pile on his hand.  In two strides be found himself behind her

"What?" She asked confused, before she knew it he had knocked her basket off the machine and her ass had taken its place. His hands held her bare hips in place as he  stood in between her legs. She held her breath unsure of what he was up to, "you going back to work tonight ?" He asked. She had stayed out of the club because running errands for Drake had been paying her lately but now that he was done it was time for her To go back.

"Yes" she answered. Their foreheads touched but she was trying to find a way to look past his eyes. "I don't like you morning there. You're better than that" he told her , he was so close his words seemed to vibrate off her skin.

"Aubrey as sweet as that was supposed to be you're always the one to assume I'm fucking around because I strip, you just accused me of it a few minutes ago" she scoffed. She had more to say but his lips were pressed against hers and he refused to let her up for air.  She surprisingly let him in and opened her mouth a bit allowing him to do as he pleased.

"You know how I am when it comes to other niggas around you" he said lowly slipping his fingers into her. She tensed not realizing his hands had been roaming around her vagina and bit her lip.

"I don't considering I'm not yours.  You made that very clear" she said. She was a mix between overwhelmed with pleasure and frustrated as he began to rub her clit.

"I could keep you nic. I just know you don't need me. That's why i act this way sometimes you'd never let a nigga keep you fully" he explained kissing along her neck.

"No nigga has ever asked" she said in a low moan.

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