by Alexis Angel
“Ahhh!” I moan, my back arching as my pelvis pushes into his face, begging for more. His lips wrap around my lower set of lips and suck gently before moving to my needy clit.
“I want more of you, baby,” I whine and he traces kisses up my body from my sex, across my belly, and then to my breasts, where he stops to pay extra attention again. Taking my nipple into his mouth, he first sucks gently, and then he grazes his teeth before increasing the suction, making me shriek from the pleasurable pain.
“Derrick!” I call out, and he moves to the other breast, repeating the same routine until I can take no more.
“You’re hot for me, baby,” he whispers as he crawls up, taking my mouth while positioning himself between my legs.
“I’m always hot for you,” I smile bashfully.
It’s the truth, I am always craving him, he’s m drug and I just can’t seem to get enough of him. These past days have been agonizing and not only for the obvious reason. Of course I felt awful for my deception, obviously I risked my career to show him how badly I felt about that. But another layer was having to deal without my daily fill of him. And thinking I might never be able to feel him again was completely devastating.
It’s hard to believe that all this is really happening right now. I’m on a plane for Christ’s sake! I private plane, as Derrick moves to make love to me. I know exactly how he’ll do it, because whenever he sexes me missionary style, it’s slow and intimate, honestly my favorite.
Dangerously slowly, he slides into my soaked pussy, hovering above me as he balances his weight on his elbows. His back dips, and his hips surge forward, surging deep inside me before slipping out so that only his tip remains inside, only to thrust back inside. Over and over he repeats this, tapping my hotspot each time he reenters me. God, it feels incredible.
“I love it like this,” I moan in his ear with my arms wrapped around his neck, my legs draped around his midsection.
“You feel amazing,” he groans while thrusting forward and I whine his name.
Yes, the waves are building again. And I don’t tell you this to make you jealous. I’m not trying to brag at all, but this man is a sex God, it’s indisputable. He owns my body with every move, pushing me from one orgasm to the next with ease. How can he manage this every time? It’s like he knows my body better than I know myself!
“Make me cum again, Derrick,” I moan into his ear, ready for another explosion.
“You know you will,” he whispers before taking my bottom lip between his teeth.
“God, you’re everything!” I cry, my body racing as his pace increases. Meeting him with every thrust, I grind my clit against his pelvis, pushing myself onwards.
“Ungh! Fuck, Alicia!” He grunts as his body begins to go animalistic, his hips rocking forward uncontrollably.
Our bodies are intertwined at every possibly opportunity, each of his racing forward, desperate for each other. Our tongues dance as we rock back and forth, thirty thousand feet in the air, on luxury linens. Just when the waves in my belly turn to that familiar fear of what’s to come next, Derrick moans in my ear, and the sound is so vulnerable, almost a squeal as he fights to stay in control. It pushes me to my limit and another orgasm shakes me to my core as I yell his name at the top of my lungs.
“I know what you like,” he says while wiping the stray hairs from my face and something about his cockiness sparks a desire in me. Squeezing my legs together, I twist my body to flip him onto his back before straddling his body, that monstrous cock still deep inside of me.
“And I know what you like,” I remind him as my hips begin to wind, my greedy pussy creaming down his shaft.
“Mmmm,” he moans, biting his bottom lip while raising his hand to cup my breast, his other hand resting on my hip as I rise up and down, my hips swiveling in a circular motion.
“Tell me you love me,” I say in a commanding voice, looking down at the satisfied look on Derrick’ face.
“You know I love you,” he keeps biting his bottom lip, both of his hands now filled with my breasts.
Derrick’ hips are lifting from the bed in rhythm with me. He’s so topping from the bottom, pretending to let me be in control as he continues to dominate me from any and every position. What’s even stranger is that I like it. I love letting him be in control, submitting to his lead at every turn. His dominating behavior just turns me on even more.
“Tell me,” I repeat my request.
“I love you, Alicia,” he says while looking into my eyes and I feel like I could cum again on the spot. He gives me butterflies, creating waves in my belly just from his words alone.
“I love you too,” I mouth the words before my head falls back, my body now moving from desire and a lustful need for release.
“Ride me, baby,” he groans, lifting to fill me up with his stiff member.
I love being on top of Derrick, it makes me feel so powerful with his strong party lying beneath me in satisfaction. Being able to watch him as his body builds toward another orgasm just drives me crazy.
Okay, I get that everything about him drives me crazy, I don’t need you to remind me. I’ve admitted I’m addicted to the man, isn’t that enough for you? Believe me, I know how severe my feelings are, even when I haven’t cum twice and working towards a third.
You don’t have to keep looking at me like I’m crazy, I know I’m a fiend for this man. I bend to his will whenever I’m in his presence. And when he’s inside of me? Forget about it. He owns me. You just can’t understand how good he feels. And knowing that no one else will ever be able to feel this drives me on as the vibrations rock my body.
We’re moaning and groaning together, our bodies moving in unison as I literally ride his bucking hips. I can always tell when Derrick is losing control, and it never grows old. He’s the most powerful man I’ve ever met, so to be able to strip him of his ability to maintain the control e loves so much just melts me to my core.
“I want more of you,” I whisper and I know he knows what I mean. I want to feel him jerk inside me. I want more of his creamy release. I want to make him go crazy.
“You first,” he whispers as he flips me so quickly I can’t even be sure what he’s doing.
I’m on my belly now, scrambling to my hands and knees as Derrick slams into me from behind. I yell from the shock of the abrupt aggression. Of course he wants me to cum again, and of course he can’t let that happen while I’m on top.
His hands are gripping my hips as his surges forward, pulling me toward him, forcing me to match his rapid rhythm. Oh, God he is so big and deep from this position. His cock is tapping my front vaginal wall at this angle and it feels amazing. I know I’m going to cum hard and fast before he’s even lost control himself.
“Right there!” I cry when the vibrations threaten to overflow.
“Cum for me, baby,” he orders, and I close my eyes, letting the sensations wash over me.
“Derrick!” I yell as another climax takes over, my legs shaking as the pleasure pours out of me.
“That’s it, baby!” He calls out, increasing his pace as I throw my ass back towards him, wanting to drive him on the way he pushes me to cum for him.
Raising his hand in the air, he drops it swiftly on my left ass cheek, striking me harshly in a way I’m sure will leave a mark. It hurts so good, I moan in ecstasy, he always finds a way to draw my orgasm out and I love it each time.
“Yes! Do that!” I beg and he raises his hand again, this time slapping the other cheek, his hips causing my ass to shake violently as he slams roughly into me.
“Fuck, Alicia!” He growls before grabbing a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back in a way that forces my back to arch severely. One of his hands is pressing my ass down, making sure I don’t run from his extreme length, which feels inches from my heart, he’s so deep.
“I’m gonna cum!” He bites out and I thrust backwards, our body making a loud clapping sound at the collision. Rocking together, we push forward and I hear th
e sounds of weakness that always precede his explosions.
“Oh, Alicia, baby,” he groans.
Gripping fistfuls of the soft bed sheets for leverage, I bounce my ass back, sliding on and off his throbbing rod as he pumps me until I feel that knowing still. Holding my hips, he stays buried inside me as he spasms, another release exploding inside of me.
Panting, I struggle to catch my breath as he folds over, lying his hard chest on my damp back. We’re both dripping in sweat after such a workout, completely out of breath. Groaning in my ear, Derrick continues to lie on my back until he’s pumped me with all he has. Then he collapses onto the bed, pulling me into his arms.
“That was incredible,” I remark, looking over to his handsome face.
“I think we’re going to land soon,” he smirks.
“So that’s why you stopped?” I ask before giggling.
“I told you I was gonna be inside of you until we landed,” he shrugs.
“You’re a machine!” I shake my head.
“Only for you,” he looks deeply into my eyes.
“Forever?” I question.
“Forever, baby,” he assures me. And we stay locked in a gaze for an uncomfortably long time, before he leans over to kiss me deeply as the plane descends.
“Can you believe this is our life?” I wonder aloud.
“I thought of that at least ten times while I was inside you. I can’t believe I finally have you. There’s no way you could ever understand how much or how long I’ve wanted this. And now I have you.” He explains, looking toward the ceiling.
“I hope I don’t actually get pregnant,” I admit quietly.
“Yeah, we’ve gotta get you on some birth control, because I can’t ever wear a condom, you feel too damn good.” He says while shaking his head at the thought.
“I don’t want to have a baby before the wedding,” I add so he knows my reasoning.
“If you’re pregnant we’ll just move the wedding up,” he furrows his brows as if that was an obvious solution.
“When do you want to get married?” I question.
“As soon as possible,” he answers without hesitation.
“Really?” I quip, expecting him to want more time as a bachelor.
“Yeah, I don’t want you to change your mind.”
It’s hilarious to me that he could even think that. He’s the catch! A prince for crying out loud, and he’s worrying about little ole’ me having a better option or reason to not spend my life with him.
“There’s nothing in this world that could change my mind, Derrick. I can’t wait to be your wife,” I take his chin between my thumb and index finger to turn his head towards me.
“So then what are we waiting for?” He rises one eyebrow.
“What do you mean?” I ask confused.
“If you can’t wait, and I can’t wait, why are we waiting?” He asks before kissing me softly.
Our lips take over and lead us to another passionate embrace, our slippery bodies entangled, each of us unable to keep our hands off of each other. By the time the plane touches the ground we’re lost in another round of pleasure, two addicts enjoying another hit on the way to a fantastic high. My life with him is going to be filled with these type of adventures, and I can’t wait to get started.
Epilogue
I look over to Derrick and wonder for the millionth time how absolutely handsome he looks in that suit. He should – I got it for him before the interview.
Speaking of interview, I’ve zoned out again. Oh no!
We’re on the set of Today, USA and I’m sitting next to Derrick. Although to be fair, it seems more like a session for the hosts to gush over Derrick than to talk about us. But I don’t mind. I’m perfectly happy to sit there and look pretty for the moment. My turn is going to come soon enough. Just watch.
“And then you won the United Nations Humanitarian of the Year Award,” Robin Lefler is saying as she recounts his past. I narrow my eyes slightly. This is the same host that was fawning over him after the first time he and I were together. The time that Samantha ambushed me on the set and demanded to know how far I was in bringing him down. I didn’t get a chance to pay attention then to her flirtations, but I’m in a very good position to stop her now.
I reach over and grab Derrick’ hand casually. The camera doesn’t pick it up, because it looks so natural, but I caress his hand and place my own over his in a very proprietary fashion.
What? He belongs to me. If someone came over and tried to take your car, you wouldn’t let them, would you? Although to be fair, I don’t think I’d ever trade in this car that I’m riding. It hits just the right spots.
Oh my God. Do you hear me? Was I ever like this? A year ago, could you even have thought of me talking like this? I can’t – that’s for sure.
“It was an honor,” Derrick says, but then squeezes my hand and turns to me. “Although I don’t think I could have done it alone. That’s why they split the award with Alicia, since she’s the head of the foundation.”
“You two make quite the husband and wife pairing,” Taylor Smith says.
I smile. It’s not my time just yet to steal the show.
“And that was quite a career jump, Princess Blaine,” Taylor says, referring to my new title after marrying Derrick. “To go from News of the Times to the New York Sun as well as running a foundation. You must be all kinds of busy. How do you do it?”
“Well, a good night’s rest usually helps,” I say, smiling sweetly. Then I look at Derrick and give the camera a naughty smile. “I guess we can say I don’t take my own advice, huh?”
There are cheers and loud laughter from the hosts and audience.
“You two have had quite the relationship with this show as well,” Robin is saying. “It’s almost as if we saw your relationship start and blossom through the eyes of the show.”
“There’s a few people who didn’t make the journey,” Derrick says, and the hosts and me nod.
I mean, he has a point. Jake, for instance. I barely remember him, but the last thing I think I heard about him is that he had to move to the Far East to finally get some type of employment in the banking industry. Jenna still keeps tabs on him and she says that his life has definitely gone downhill.
I look over at Jenna who’s sitting in the audience. She gives me a thumbs up and smiles. I smile, thinking about how a year and half ago I would have never predicted that she’d become one of my best friends. She was my maid of honor at our wedding.
Then there’s Samantha Scar. She’s not here anymore either.
In a remarkable twist of ironic karma, the United States Immigration and Customs Enforcement division determined that based on her repeated attempts to harass both myself and Derrick, they were revoking her Green Card, and deported her out of the country.
I remember reading the papers and I was stunned when Mike told me. It was insane. But she couldn’t go back to St. Penares. So she ended up in Australia, doing something I can’t remember. I wonder to myself what it’s like being barred from entering two countries on the planet. It must not feel very good. Maybe she should be a nicer person.
“Yes,” Robin agrees with Derrick’ comment, “But overall, it seems that it’s been a stellar year for the two of you.”
Derrick shrugs, and takes my hand in his and kisses it on camera. “I married the woman I’ve always loved,” he says. There are a chorus of “aww” that goes through the audience as he continues, “We do what we love – helping others. And we have wonderful family.”
“Right, that reminds me, the King, your father is in the audience today, no?” Taylor asks.
“And his fiancée,” Derrick replies. “Who just happens to be Alicia’s mother.”
There’s clapping and cheering in the studio audience as the camera zooms in on King Leopold and Mom.
I smile at the two of them. They seem really happy. Derrick and I getting married must have been the impetus to take the plunge for them as well.
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p; My mind goes back to our wedding, nearly nine months ago. It was held in St. Livy and then there was a reception in both St. Livy as well as New York City when we got back. The wedding itself was magical. We had a guest list of nearly 2,000 people. Derrick had Silas D’Avington – the Prince of St. Penares come over as his best man. Jenna was my Maid of Honor. It was the social event of the year. Even President Austin Bain attended as a groomsman. Derrick credits him to being the one that handed him my article that made him jump off the plane.
“Well, it seems that everything is going fantastic for you two,” Robin Lefler comments. “And Alicia, we all remember your days as the most entertaining gossip columnist that the city has ever seen. Care to give us any new scoops?”
I smile sweetly at the camera. It’s show time.
Looking at Derrick for a moment, I turn to the hosts and say, “Derrick and I have been the two happiest people in the world for so long.” Everyone is smiling as I continue. “But soon, we’re going to be the three happiest people in the world.”
There are gasps as Derrick caresses my tummy. I just found out maybe a month ago, but I’m not showing yet.
“Congratulations,” Robin says, completely surprised about the scoop that her show is getting. Derrick didn’t want to announce on television, but I convinced him after all the fines and heartache he had put CBC through, it was the least we could do.
The audience is clapping as I smile and say, “You heard it here first, America.”
This brings out a round of laughter and I sit back, content. I’m happy to let Derrick answer the remaining questions. There’s nothing more I need to do to.
I told you my time would come, didn’t I?
The End.
Offense & Defense
A MMF Sports Romance
By Alexis Angel
Copyright 2017 by Naughty Angel Publishing
All rights reserved
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.
