Show & Sell: A Dark MFMM Romance

by Abby Angel

  “Fuck!” He bites out, his jaw line tense as he clenches his teeth together.

  Wrapping my hands against each of his cheeks, I pull his face to mine, kissing him desperately, before stopping and looking into those dangerous blue eyes as he slams into me over and over.

  There’s something there, I know he can feel it like I can, it’s electric and I’m radiating for him.

  “God, you’re beautiful,” he finally says, ending our silent gaze. How he can make me blush while surging inside me is beyond me. But then again, he’s the Prince of Sin, nothing is above him.

  We stay gazing into each other’s eyes as our bodies continue to collide in a pleasure filled harmony. It’s the most intimate moment of my life, and my body begins to melt as the sweat from his chest drips onto me. He’s having a full on workout inside of me.

  “I want you to cum again,” he growls, clenching his teeth between words, his abs flexed with every thrust.

  “I’m going to,” I moan, closing my eyes to focus on the vibrations building from my core.

  Before I can figure out what’s happening, Derrick’ slides out of me before flipping my body over with the flick of his wrist. Landing on my belly, I feel him behind me instantly and I wrap my hand around, gripping his hair as he lifts my hips to slide back inside me.

  He feels even better from this position, my body eagerly thrusting back to meet him.

  “Just like that,” he growls, reaching around to cup my breast, massaging my erect nipple between his index fingertip and the pad of his thumb. His cock is pummeling me from behind, his thrusts much more desperate now. He must need his release.

  “Yes! Give it to me!” I scream, pushing my body into him.

  “I got you, baby,” he holds my body with one arm draped around me and moves the other from my nipple down between my legs. He’s working over my clit so delectably, my pelvis jerking from the waves flowing through me.

  “Ungh! Baby!” He groans in my ear. His groans and growls are now my favorite sounds in the world. He’s so sexy, and so powerful, having the power to affect him so much makes me feel like the sexiest woman in the world.

  “Yes, baby! Give it to me, Derrick!” I beg and he groans while fucking me harder, rubbing my clit in circles, and sucking my neck. The orgasm pours out of me, and as if he can feel it, Derrick, moves his hand to my nipple, pinching down tightly, extending my climax much like the nipple clamp he gifted me.

  I don’t understand how people do anything else, I really don’t He’s not even finished and I already want to do this again. All day. Every day. He’s a sex God the way he manipulates my body to inconceivable pleasure.

  “My turn,” he growls, his body bucking like an animal as he surges toward his own release. His arms are wrapped around me now, squeezing me tightly as he pulls me onto his cock while thrusting into me, his head buried in my neck as sounds of pleasure escape him intermittently.

  With my hand wrapped around my head, I grip his hair, pulling his hair roughly and he growls, before sucking my neck, I know he likes it.

  “Do it again!” He growls, and I do, yanking his hair as he growls, slamming into my creamy pussy.

  “Ahh!” I cry.

  “Take me, baby. Take all of me,” he kisses my neck, and I pull his hair while poking my ass in the air.

  “Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum for you, love. Only for you,” he groans, and I feel him lose control. His pace is wild and his thrusts have no rhythm about them anymore, he’s just desperate for his own orgasm and I’m eager to bring him to climax.

  “Please, baby! I want it!” I beg and he growls, pumping me even faster, our colliding bodies making a loud clapping noise.

  “Fuck!” He groans, but it’s a mix of a moan, weak and desperate.

  He slams into me one more time and then I feel him still, his manhood jerks and spasms inside me while he growls and squeezes me tighter.

  Clenching my pussy around him, I inch my ass back, slowly rocking him in and out of me a few more times.

  “Milk me, baby,” he whispers into my neck before sprinkling gentle kisses on my shoulder. I continue clenching my sex and sliding on and off his cock until he no longer twitches. Pulling out of me, I feel empty the second he’s gone as he rolls over onto his back before leaving the bed, walking towards the back of the bedroom.

  I assume it’s a bathroom because I hear water running. Did he want to shower immediately afterwards? I can’t even think too long, my mind and body are spent, exhaustion is sweeping over me. Should I leave and go back to my room? I can’t believe that’s how he regularly fucks women, but I don’t want to seem like a sprung virgin. Well, ex-virgin. Holy hell, I’ve given Derrick fucking Blaine my virginity. Never in a million years would I have thought that. But I also would’ve never guessed how amazing it would be. I came three times!

  Don’t ask, because nothing has changed between us. Don’t go thinking I’m head over heels in love with him I know what this is, and who he is. I’m not going to let this go to my head or anything. He’s still the same guy, just incredibly sexy, and a master in the bedroom, but besides that he’s the same.

  Just as I’m beginning to get lost in my thoughts Derrick returns from the bathroom carrying a white washcloth.

  “Open up, baby,” he says softly and I’m shocked that the intimacy wasn’t just something he added during the sex.

  Moving his hand slowly, he wipes my sex with the warm towel, cleaning me gently. When he lifts the towel I see the bright red stains and gasp before looking down at his sheets. There’s a large blood stain and I’m horrified.

  “Oh my God! I’m so sorry!” I cover my mouth as my cheeks flame wit embarrassment.

  “It’s okay, love,” he actually chuckles.

  “No, it’s not,” I move my legs away from the mess.

  “Honestly, I probably wouldn’t have believed you were a virgin without it. You were driving me wild,” he smirks.

  “Really?” I ask in disbelief. I felt like I was affecting him, but to hear him say it feels really good. He doesn’t even answer, instead he just nods down to the anaconda hanging between his legs. The growing erection the proof of my effect on him. I giggle in response while he pulls the sheets from the bed before assuring me he can afford new sheets and insisting I don’t worry about it.

  “You’re worth a million sets of sheets,” he grins before carrying the dirty linen out of the room.

  Derrick

  I’m sitting in the news studio for the Today, USA taping and wondering for the millionth when I can fuck Daphne again.

  That’s right. Prince fucking Sin finally managed to get into Daphne’s pants. I got to gorge on that tight fucking body of hers. I got to grab her amazing tits and squeeze that wonderful ass.

  And let me tell you, I wouldn’t even have known she’s a virgin. I mean, fuck me, she’s got the fucking skills of a porn star.

  Who would have thought that a stripper would turn out to be a virgin? That on her first time, she’d end up being the best fuck I’d ever had in my entire fucking life?

  Jesus fucking Christ, this girl is like fucking crack. I’ve never smoked any, but I can only imagine this is how addiction feels. There is literally no part of me that’s thinking of losing her.

  Instead, I just want to wrap my fucking arms around her cute little body and hold her fucking close to me.

  Don’t you fucking look at me like that. I’m not going fucking soft. You saw what I did to that wanker ex-boyfriend of hers. I am not losing my fucking edge. I will kick the living shit out of you if you say to anyone that I am.

  “So, welcome to the program, Prince Derrick,” one of the two hosts, Robin Lefler, is greeting me - waking me up from my daydreams.

  That’s right. I decided to come back on television, do a few PR fluff pieces, and give the people of New York something more to know me by than me flashing my cock in the air on camera.

  Actually, it was Pressly’s idea. He says with the public service I’ve been doing; it m
ight be a good time to get in front of the camera again.

  So here I fucking am - sitting with Robin Lefler and Taylor Smith - regular hosts of Today USA on CBC.

  That’s right, also. I’m back at the same studio as the fucking “incident” as some of the papers have called it when it was announced I’d be on TV. The network, for all its vaunted righteousness and FCC fines, was bending over backwards to get me on the air. And why wouldn’t they? The media are having a fucking field day. The ratings for this shit are through the roof.

  “Good to be back, Robin,” I say stiffly. It takes me a moment to get acclimatized to interviews.

  “So, last time you were here, Your Highness,” Taylor begins, “We had quite the interesting event. I hope we don't have to go through that again today.”

  There’s laughter and cheering from the audience. I even hear one woman call out, “I love you Derrick!” I smile my fucking million-dollar smile towards the audience and wave back.

  “I’m trying to keep it in my pants more, nowadays,” I say and there’s more laughter. The hosts are laughing and so is the audience. Hell, even the fucking camera crew. I even notice Robin Lefler blush as I raise my pelvis a bit out of my seat. Fuck me, I think I can see her nipples hardening through her dress. Does she want a piece?

  Too bad I’m already fucking spoken for.

  I look over and Daphne is standing next to the cameraman who’s taping me. She's wearing a black pencil skirt and a white blouse - conservative on any woman, but on her it just makes my cock twitch with a mind of its own. I want to rip that fucking blouse off and bury my face in those tits. Fuck. I want to hike up that skirt and just fuck her like I did last night.

  “…up to?” Robin asks.

  Fuck. I’d zoned out again, thinking of Daphne.

  “I’m sorry,” I apologize. “Can you repeat that?”

  This raises some chuckles from the audience and Taylor quips, “Looks like he was thinking about you, Robin!”

  I can see Robin blush. She does actually want a fucking piece of me.

  “I was asking, Your Highness,” she repeats again, “Since we saw you last, what have you been up to?”

  Oh. I can answer this one. Larry fucking prepared me for this answer.

  “Actually, Robin, I’ve been very busy,” I answer. “I’ve started trying to give back to the community in a variety of ways. I don’t know exactly which way I’ll pursue, but I’m trying out several different activities to see which one I would like to dive into.”

  “Oh really?” Robin asks. “And what brought about this change, Prince Derrick?” Robin asks. There’s a teasing lilt in her voice. I can see Daphne frown out of the corner of my eyes.

  “Really simple,” I answer. I look to the camera that broadcasting me out to hundreds of millions of people. “A woman.”

  “Aren’t you pretty familiar with women?” Taylor asks. Daphne’s face is lit up. But Robin’s trying to suppress a frown. Perfect.

  “A very special woman,” I say. “Her name is Daphne Apple and she’s fucking amazing.”

  A chorus of “aww” goes through the audience and there’s some cheering. Both Robin and Taylor look like they’ve just gotten very queasy – Taylor because I swore on the air, and Robin because I’m apparently not going to fuck her.

  “Well, I think she’s got to be amazing for you to mention her by name,” Taylor quips, trying to bring normalcy. “Is she here?”

  I point to her and the camera pans to where Daphne is standing, with a wide smile on her face.

  “Just be sure to keep your antics with her off camera, Prince Derrick,” Taylor replies, trying to be funny.

  I shrug. “Let me know if the network changes its mind,” I say to them. “I’m always up for making you guys into a non-profit.”

  The audience loves this and they laugh as I poke fun at the network. The hosts crack smiles too. Apparently the network executives aren’t that well liked.

  “So, we have a guest after you that’s still a vocal critic, Your Highness,” Robin begins, her face still miffed at my mention of Daphne. “Samantha Scar, the District Attorney wants to press charges. If indicted, you might face the loss of your visa and deportation. How do you react to that?”

  Fucking hell. This Robin Lefler woman is actually angry that my cock isn’t taking any new guests – like her.

  I look over towards Daphne.

  I almost fall out of my chair. She's talking to Samantha Scar.

  Samantha fucking Scar - the fucking fallen noble. Kicked out of St. Penares. Fired as Chief of Staff to the President of the United States. Why is she talking to Daphne?

  I gotta remember to ask her that.

  But as always, I’m looking at Daphne and the roundness of her ass. That tight fucking ass. Those delicious tits. That slender stomach. That cute face with the perfect nose and innocent, wide set eyes.

  I’m fucking hard.

  I realize both the hosts are looking at me.

  “If Samantha Scar wants to kick me out of the country,” I tell the hosts, “I will fight with my last breath. This city is my home. It’s the greatest fucking city on the face of the earth and I would never want to leave it voluntarily. I will do anything to stay here.”

  Now the audience just gets up and cheers. It’s a hometown crowd and nothing gets them happier than someone like me saying good things.

  The interviewer is over and I stand up and shake hands with Robin and Taylor.

  Completely forgetting the massive fucking erection that’s tenting my trousers.

  At first I don’t notice but Robin gasps as she looks down at my crotch. The audience members closest to me and those watching on the big screen give a collective intake of breath, excited.

  Fuck me.

  “Well, two ‘fucks’ and a boner,” Taylor says with a wry grin. “I think the network just about broke even with the historic audience tune in.”

  The three of us laugh and I walk off stage. Samantha doesn’t even acknowledge me as I walk by her.

  * * *

  I’m in the car. Daphne is sitting next to me and her hand is in mine.

  “I didn’t know you knew Samantha,” I ask her, curious as to what I saw earlier.

  “Oh,” Daphne says, totally surprised at my question. “I just met her. I was talking to her.”

  Fuck. She seemed pretty intent on whatever Samantha was telling her.

  “You guys seemed to be fucking deep in conversation…” I trail off.

  Daphne looks at me, giving me a curious eye. At first I’m a bit worried. But then I see her eyes roaming my body hungrily.

  “The only think that I want to be deep into,” she says scooting even closer. “Is your monster cock.”

  She reaches for my crotch with a grin, the open palm of her hand pressing down on my erection. I lean back against the seat, a joyful electric buzz spreading from my diamond hard cock to all of my muscles.

  Still with that grin on her lips, she unbuttons my pants and rubs her index finger over the thick shape that’s tenting my boxer briefs. I can’t help but swallow hard as she slides her hand under my underwear, her fingers immediately curling themselves around my pulsing cock. Fuck, I don’t know what it is about her, but her touch is fucking amazing. Soon enough, there’s nothing on my mind - aside from all this fucking pleasure, of course.

  Moving her hand up and down in a rhythmic motion, she starts to stroke me as I exhale sharply. I can’t fucking help it - I let my hand succumb to desire and I grab and squeeze at one of her breasts as she continues to touch me.

  I look at her and, seeing her lick her lips while staring at me, my heart starts to race completely out of control. I know what’s coming and I can’t wait for it. Daphne pulls down my brief boxers and my cock springs free and ready, the tip glistening with precum.

  She leans into me and, the moment I realize it, I’m already throwing my head back against the headrest and closing my eyes. I feel her wet tongue lapping at my tip, running soft and slo
w circles around my glans. With my hands resting over her head, I run my fingers through her hair and open my eyes, taking in the fucking perfect sight of Daphne’s mouth so close to my pulsing cock.

  With her free hand she cups my balls and starts to massage them gently; slightly parting her lips, she lays her mouth right on my cock, a shiver going up my spine as she starts to suck.

  In a maddeningly slow fashion, she starts to open her mouth more as my cock slides inside her, rolling over her tongue. She goes as deep as she manages to, her tongue pressing upwards against my member, and then starts to pull out very slowly. I raise my hips up just an inch, driven by an unconscious desire to just ravage her, but I manage to control myself. Which is not a fucking easy thing to do, I can tell you that.

  I grit my teeth as she starts to bob her head up and down, my cock’s length sliding in and out of her mouth at a growing pace. I start to slightly thrust at her, matching the rhythm of both her hand and mouth.

  Fuck, even using just her mouth she is more perfect than anyone else. There’s already a fire raging inside my body, and I know that it won’t take long for me to erupt like a fucking volcano. She senses it too, judging by the furious speed with which she starts to suck on me.

  “Fuck…” I growl, thrusting my hips upward as my cock starts to spasm, filling Daphne’s mouth with my cum. I close my eyes and grit my teeth as my cock keep on convulsing, my whole body as tense as the pulled string of a bow. I remain like that for what seems like an eternity, pleasure coursing through me like a fucking drug.

  I open my eyes and take a deep breath, feeling my heart start to beat more slowly inside my chest. Only then does Daphne pull out, her eyes locking on mine. With a devious grin, she winks at me and fucking swallows.

  Fucking hell, this girl is perfect.

  Abby Adams: Sinfully Satisfied?

  I’m Abigail Adams, and here’s what Abby’s hearing...

  Well, Prince Sin certainly seems to be turning around his life, doesn’t he?

  If you’re a New Yorker, then you’re bound to have noticed him around town. And that lady friend of his…

  That’s right. Sorry, all you single ladies (and married ones too). The Prince looks like he might be off the market. You heard it here, Prince Sin may have a plus one.