Still very dazed Drake with lust as Jas ordered him to get up. There was no hesitation with following along as he knew more pleasure was to follow, if not pleasure then other things he knew that he needed and Jas would give to him. He moved slowly sinking down on his hands and knees crawling along as he felt his limbs again. The recovery time was nothing at all when before he had to deal with numbness and struggle to get them to cooperate. That thought didn't penetrate the haze though as he made it all the way to where Jas had poised himself like a king and stroked himself off. Drake was half tempted to reach out and like at that cock again but he was trying to be good, his own tongue coming out to lick his lips instead.<br/><br/>He got himself up and onto Jas's lap, straddling his legs as his eyes didn't leave his Master's face his eyes half closed. His cock didn't lose any hardness as he let himself shift up and positioned himself over the dick he wanted to so badly. He slid himself down taking it all in one go slowly but without hesitation. He had been well fucked and taken by Jas. He found he couldn't speak at the moment as he was filled and trying desperately to try to get Jas inside him. God he felt like such a slut for Jas's cock like his life depended on it. "Please..." he half whimpered knowing he should have more patience as blood, cum, and spit with the only lube he was getting. He didn't care he wanted it, and he wanted to feel it.