12 Days: A Dark Reverse Harem Christmas Romance

by Dark Angel

  “That tickles!” I squeal, and he looks up at me, donning that smirk, before nibbling the skin leading to my boy shorts.

  Rather than just taking off my panties, Derrick teases me with them on. Running his perfectly angles nose between my legs, I can feel him inhale my scent and it somehow turns me on.

  “You’re already wet for me, love,” he bites his lower lip as he lowers himself to the floor, my legs spreading open for him.

  Prince Derrick Blaine is on his knees, massaging my foot, and I cannot believe this is really happening. The look in his eyes is undeniable desire, he is craving me, torturing himself as me with this delay.

  Pressing his thumbs into the ball of my foot, he works patiently, to caress my petite foot with his strong hands. Once he’s finished one foot, he moves to the next, and then kisses up one leg, spending extra time on my inner thigh. The skin is so sensitive I begin moaning loudly as he nears my sex, but he passes over my most sensitive place and kisses on the other leg.

  Pushing my knees up so that each of my feet are flat on the bed, he stands before me, running his index fingers along the waistband of my panties.

  “Are you sure you want to do this?” He asks with a look of seriousness in his eyes.

  “Yes,” I breathe the answer, unbearably ready for him.

  Rather than rush in, he stares at me for an extended moment, his head tilting and those beautiful eyes squinting as he searches my face for something.

  “I’m sure,” I promise him, looking deeply in his eyes and this seems to ease his reservations. As soon as he begins pulling my boy shorts down, I lift my ass to help, and the kick my feet in the air, so that he can remove the panties from my legs.

  Stepping back, he unbuttons his destroyed denim jeans, I can already see the huge bulge through the fabric. With his eyes on me, he pulls his boxers and jeans down together, revealing that glorious cock I’ve salivated over more times than I care to admit thanks to his ridiculous antics on television. Swallowing hard, I wonder if that can even fit inside me. I mean, he is fucking huge!

  Lowering his head between my legs, Derrick blows on my glistening pussy and the air against my wetness feels cool and tingly. When I move to close my legs out of instinct, he grasps them with his strong arms.

  “You’re already so wet, but I gotta get you soaking, love,” is all he says before diving into my opening with that masterful tongue, kissing my opening just as he did my mouth. He can control every part of me with that tongue, or so it seems.

  I can see why girls fall in love after sex. No, I’m not saying that I would fall in love, I’m simply empathizing. Yes, I’m attracted to him, and I want him more than oxygen right now, but I’m not falling for Derrick, and I’m definitely not in love with him!

  “Ohhh!” I yelp. Those waves are building again, but they’re much bigger than yesterday. Stop judging me, he feels amazing, and I can’t think straight, but I know what I’m doing.

  He’s so sloppy down there, his mouth is making slurping noises with my juices and it feels indescribable. My hand drops down my body, landing on his head as I grip his hair, which seems to turn him on. He groans with his mouth still on my sex and it feels like a vibration shoots through me.

  “Derrick!” I moan, my hips flexing forward, begging for more of him.

  “Hmm?” He hums in response, again sending tingles of vibrations down my spine.

  “God,” I call out. My body is building and I know what’s coming. My hips are surging forward, humping his face just as I did the pillow yesterday. And then he takes my clit in his mouth, sucking gently and I lose it, the explosion takes over me and my legs shake uncontrollably as I moan embarrassingly loudly.

  “Hmm, now you’re ready for me,” he crawls on the bed, lifting me roughly as he moves me to the center, positioning himself above me.

  “You can tell me to stop at any time, okay?” He looks down at me, and I nod, my chest still heaving from my climax.

  “Do you have a condom?” I ask bashfully.

  “It’s already on,” he smirks. He’s a master, I didn’t even see him do it. He must have handled it all while pleasing me with that mouth of his.

  “Spread your legs, love,” he instructs and I do as I’m told, holding my legs as far apart as they can go while he presses the tip of his thick rod at my opening. Slowly rocking his hips forward, he doesn’t seem to be getting anywhere. Then he moves his hands between my legs, physically opening my sex while gently thrusting forward and, holy fuck!

  “Ahhh!” I cry, the pain is immense, my body feels stretched beyond capacity.

  “I know, baby, let me ease it in,” he leans down and takes me mouth while surging forward a little more and swallowing the cries that follow.

  His cock is just too big. It’s a fucking hazard to have that thing. He should be required to have a special license or something, my Goodness!

  “Are you okay?” He asks, brushing my hair from my face as he balances his weight on his elbows. I nod my head in agreement and he squints, displaying that doubtful look again.

  “I want you to keep going,” I assure him and he looks pleased.

  Slowly, he rocks his hips, and it feels like everything that rod touches is a hotspot for me. My body lights up for him, each of my legs wrapping around him.

  “Fuck! You’re so fucking tight, love! You’re squeezing my cock,” he grunts and his tone is so fucking sexy I want more. My hips are involuntarily lifting, surging my pelvis forward to meet him at every thrust. His hips droop down and slam into me before lifting out and then rocking back into my slippery sex. His body is moving like a wave, his cock swimming in me, causing an entirely different set of waves to crash inside me.

  I feel myself building as he rocks in and out, in and out, he feels perfect. My pussy is curving to him, and he’s groaning loudly in my ear turning me on.

  “Oh, fuck, Love!” He grunts, his hips bucking faster.

  “Derrick!” I call out. Now he’s hitting a real hotspot and I know an explosion is inevitable.

  “I wanna make you cum again, baby,” he growls, pushing deeper into me. I didn’t even think that was possible. And then a soft moan escapes him. It’s so soft and high pitched, I wouldn’t have heard it if his mouth wasn’t pressed against my ear. The sound is of desperation and immense pleasure, and knowing that I can cause him to feel that way pushes me over the edge. I erupt in a climax that makes me grip him from every angle as the orgasm rattles out of me. My legs squeeze his midsection, my fingers grip his hair, and my pussy clenches down on his throbbing cock.

  “Fuck! You’re tryna make me cum!” He accuses, sliding his length out so only the tip is still inside before ramming back into me. My sex has fully opened to him and he’s sliding in and out at will, owning my body and controlling my pleasure.

  “Yes! Right there!” I plead as our bodies tangle together, our limbs clasping on to each other. We twist and turn, flip and bend all over the bed, pulling and tugging at each other, kissing and licking every surface our mouths can reach. It’s more than I even expected.

  “God, you feel amazing!” Derrick growls while pounding into me, his hands gripping my waist so that we collide with every thrust. He licks the pad of his thumb before moving his hand between my legs, and slowly massaging my clit while still pumping me with that monstrous cock.

  “Ahhh! Derrick! Yes!” I call, knowing the vibrations are waving through my body again. I don’t know if I can take another orgasm, definitely not one like the last one, but he feels too good to stop.

  “Open up,” he commands, and I unwrap my legs from around him instantly, spreading my legs as wide apart as I can manage. He’s lifting and falling into me at an incredible pace, my legs already vibrating with shivers.

  “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 int
o 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 ant 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 might 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 o
f 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.”