Chapter 2: A Night of Great Expectations
When Phoebe Halliwell entered the elevator, Drake took her in his arms and crushed her to his powerful chest. The young witch gasped in surprise, but she quickly melted under his embrace. Her arms wrapped themselves around his neck, as his hands slid down her back to firmly grasp her small tight ass. His fingers played with her g-string as he teased her tiny brown hole.
She was getting so turned on by this. She brought her right leg up, and Drake slid one hand underneath her thigh, her pussy spreading open underneath her underwear.
They stayed like this for a few minutes, as the elevator went up. Drake was quick to imitate. She could feel his monster cock pressing against soaking cunt. She wanted to take it out of his pants and shove it between her legs right now, but it would mean breaking their kiss, and she couldn't do that right now. His tongue was wrestling with hers, and it felt great.
Drake found a way past this difficulty, though, as his dick slid out from his pants and poked its way past her very soiled panties, and plunging deep inside her. Phoebe broke their kiss to moan, as she felt the intrusion.
"Yes, yes, oh god YES!!!" She started crying out, as Drake started pumping his hips. She still couldn't take the entire length in, but he was at least 9 inches deep. "So big!" Her eyes started to tear from the pain, but Drake just kissed them away, as he kissed her face and neck.
"More, I want more." Phoebe cried out, and Drake picked her by her ass and leaned her against the brass rail framing the elevator. With the help of Drake's powerful arms, the rail held Phoebe's weight, as he pressed her against the wall and slid another two inches into her love hole. "Oh God, it hurts." She started cringing, and Drake slowed down. "No, don't stop. I'm getting used to it."
Drake could see that she was lying, but she was so tight on his cock that he only pulled out another inch leaving 10 inches inside her. He lowered his head to her breasts, popping one out of her top. Her nipple was rock hard as he ran his tongue over it. Phoebe continued moaning. When he opened his mouth wide and wrapped his lips around her round breast, she purred like a kitten.
The bar was cold on her ass, but this only encouraged her as she climaxed for the fifth time since getting in the elevator. They had never stopped, and she couldn't really tell time at the moment, but she could swear that they had been fucking for over ten minutes. How far up where they going? Oh! Phoebe's eye's opened wide as she came for a sixth time, this one hardest of all. That far up. In the throes of her sixth orgasm, Drake came as well. He started bucking wildly, and to Phoebe it felt like she was mounting a bull. Her pussy crushed his dick as she came, refusing to let it out until she was done with it. But even after she let go, and Drake pulled out, he was still spurting, covering her pussy and aiming it up at her beasts. She opened her mouth wide and dropped to her knees to swallow the rest of it. He came for almost half a minute inside her mouth, getting it all over her face and her eyes. She felt like a schoolgirl again.
The elevator finally stopped on the penthouse floor. When the doors opened, Drake helped her up, and wiped her face with his hands. His fingers where delicate as they cleaned his cum, and she helped out by licking them clean when he was done. He helped her in return by placing her breast back under her top.
When they finally stepped out of the elevator, Phoebe was amazed. The room was huge, and covered in amazing statues, mirrors, paintings and other artwork and collectibles. "This is the most incredible room I have ever seen."
"Room?" Drake laughed at her naïveté. "This is just the hallway to my room. But I can see how you can make that mistake."
Phoebe looked back at Drake, her face split by a wide grin. "You must be paying a huge amount of money a night for this."
"Not really. I know the owner of the building, so I get a great discount." His left hand rested against her back, as he led her down the hall.
"Oh yeah? Who is it?"
"Me."
Phoebe stopped dead in her tracks, and looked up in shock. "You own this building?"
Drake smiled down at her. "Yes." He gently nudged her to get her moving again.
Phoebe was going to ask more questions, when she felt Drake's hand slide over has ass again, and she almost swooned. Drake had to pick her up, and carried her towards the large wooden doors at the end of the hallway. Phoebe wrapped her arms around his neck and curled into him. "Where have you been all my life?"
Drake just smiled. The doors opened automatically as he approached, and closed behind him.
Phoebe was once again speechless. The hallway had amazed her, but there were no words to describe the room. It was bigger then her entire house. And this was just the first room. She could see corridors and doorways leading to other rooms. And everything was covered in more artwork. There were even racks with swords, axes and other old weaponry, and even some suits of armor standing guard around the place. She gasped in shock when she saw one suit of platemail that was clearly designed for a woman. It had a large breastplate that was split down the center to show off half of them.
"Is all this yours?"
"Yes, just some things I've collected over time, from my numerous business trips."
He walked further into the room, leaving Phoebe alone looking at some of his treasures. When he saw her hug herself, he called out, "Are you getting cold?"
"Yeah, a little. This top isn't really designed for warmth, and my panties have been soaked for a while now." She blushed.
Drake smiled and brought her a drink. "Here, this will keep you warm until I get a fire going."
She took the glass in both hands and smiled. "Thanks. What is it?" She asked as she shot it down.
"A mix called Hell's Fire."
Phoebe started chocking and coughing.
Drake just laughed. "You okay?"
"It's smooth." She whispered. "I can see why it's called that."
"Want another?"
"Please."
