by Dark Angel
“Hold it!” He yells as if reading my mind.
“Ahhh! I can’t!” I moan, my body on the brink of climaxing at any second.
“Fuck!” He bites out before increasing his pace even further, ramming my front vaginal wall just the way I like it, over and over, again and again. I’m lost in ecstasy as I fight to hold back the release. Now I see why Derrick does this every time, the sensation as I fight to remain in control is almost as pleasurable as when I finally let go.
“Just like this, baby!” He yells, his hips now rocking crazily, I know he’s close.
“Derrick!” I cry his name out in pleasure, this is the best feeling in the world.
“You feel fucking amazing, baby!” He groans, gripping my hips even tighter as his release builds.
“Oh fuck!” I plead, losing control of my vibrations.
“Almost!” He bites out the word, his cock slamming into me so fast my moans are inaudible.
“Derrick!” I cry as the pleasure becomes unbearable. I can’t hold on any longer.
“Now!” He yells, but I’ve already begun to descend into a spiral of intense ecstasy, my legs shaking uncontrollably as the orgasm rattles me to my core.
“I’m cumming for you, Daphne,” he groans just before he begins to spasm inside me, shooting another load of that creamy spunk.
“Ohhh,” I sigh, as my legs buckle beneath me, but Derrick holds me up, his pelvis still rocking forward as he empties out.
“Milk me, love,” he begs and I clench my pussy to squeeze his tip as he groans in delight.
“Give it all to me, baby,” I say over my shoulder looking back at him as he’s lost in his own orgasmic high.
“Oh fuck!” He growls when his hips finally stop, his climax.
Together we sink to the floor panting as I fall into Derrick lap and he wraps his arms around me. There are broken plates and cups just feet from us on the other side of the table.
“You got a little aggressive with the dinnerware,” he teases and we both laugh in unison before kissing deeply.
“You make me very happy,” I say while staring into his eyes and if I’m not mistaken the Prince actually blushes a little.
“You are my happiness, Daphne,” he begins before kissing me softly and continuing. “I didn’t know what happiness was until I saw you.”
“I love you,” is all I can manage after something so sweet.
“I love you too,” he says before kissing me passionately.
“Now, should we redress and actually have dinner?” He jokes.
“Were we really having dinner? I thought this was the entire plan,” I giggle while standing, my legs still a bit unsteady.
“No, I’m just the appetizer, love” he assures me as he follows me to his feet and we help each other dress.
To my surprise, the waiting staff don’t make mention of the disturbance, or the broken dishes. Derrick has arranged for a seven-course meal to be served for us, and we hold hands and kiss throughout the entire meal as the sun descends before us, covering the city in darkness. New York is one of the incredible places in the world that can get even more beautiful at night when the city lights up right before your eyes.
Taking in that view with Derrick is the most romantic moment of my life. Of course it doesn’t hurt that I’ve just had a mind shattering orgasm only minutes prior. We’re like two teenagers on a date, unable to keep our hands, lips, or feet off of each other, but somehow we make it through the dinner, which was absolutely delicious, before returning home together. That’s right, I call Derrick’ home my home now, and I’ve got no shame about it. And just as I promised him, he gets his opportunity to make sweet, slow, passionate love to me all night, well into the morning actually. This is definitely a celebration for the ages, one neither of us will soon forget.
Abby Adams: Sinfully Good?
I’m Abigail Adams, and here’s what Abby’s hearing...
Get ready for another round of shenanigans, my fellow denizens of Gotham. Our spies just spotted Prince Derrick Blaine going to his final court appearance yesterday and trading some light words with the judge.
In fact, the spies I have inside the courtroom told us that the judge was so pleased with the responsible behavior of the Prince – paying off all his fines and other amounts owed to the city as well as keeping himself out of all further trouble – that the Judge basically shot down any attempts by the District Attorney to keep the Prince’s feet to the fire.
Afterwards, the Prince celebrated his lack of legal woes by booking the Top of the Rock at Rockefeller Center with his longtime girlfriend, Daphne Apple. My spies tell me that the two shared a candlelight dinner and drinks overlooking the city. Ooh la la.
Speaking of intimate experiences, has anyone noticed a remarkable absence of our New York’s prodigal Prince from the strip clubs, nightclubs, bars and other places of ill repute that dot the city?
“It’s gotten to the point where we had a Prince Blaine effect,” one nightclub owner tells me referring to the good old days and bemoaning the fact that his bottle service tab used to be at least 20% higher prior to the Prince’s antics on television that seemed to have started this turnaround. A few of the city’s – shall we say more exotic – entertainers have also complained to me privately, telling me of having to rework plans on their vacations or drug habits because the spigot from the Prince is drying up.
So who’s getting the cheddar you ask? Well it’s actually kind of sweet – because the Prince according to our sources is actually doing a lot more philanthropy than he used to. And when we say used to, we actually mean none. That means the Prince is becoming a one-man philanthropy machine. If it needs help, it’s getting dough – from stray dogs, kids with learning disabilities, museums, foundations, universities, you name it. Which in the end benefits the city a whole lot more than singles pushed into G-strings and bottles of Christal…
And there you have it folks, the Derrick Blaine is well on his way from transitioning from a toad to a Prince. You heard it here. And for all your Royal Watch news, you know where to find me. Until then, I’m Abigail Adams signing out. Keep your ears open, New York City…
Alicia
The sunlight tumbles into the bedroom with all the eagerness of a new day; I open my eyes and stretch my arms, a smile dawning on my lips as I feel Derrick’ body close to mine. I get up, dragging my feet across the room as I step out into the balcony and take a deep breath. New York is already alive, the atmosphere of the city adding a certain vibrancy to the air.
I stretch again, yawning - I could get used to this kind of life, I really could. And I’m not talking about all the money or luxuries… No, what I’m talking about is something else. Before I even finish yawning, I feel his strong arms pulling me into his embrace.
I didn’t even hear him get up, but it doesn’t matter... Is there anything better than having him close to me after I wake up? I can just close my eyes, savor the sun on my skin, and rest my hand against the hard muscles on his chest…Which is exactly what I do. I really can’t ask for more.
His skin is warm and soft, and I simply don’t have it me to resist him - while he embraces me from behind, I let my hand wander to his stomach… I go lower then, feeling the hem of his boxer briefs with the tip of my fingers.
Well, I’ve made it this far, haven’t I? Why stop now?
I slide my hand under his boxers and, before I even have the time to grab his cock, I already feel it hardening.
“G’morning,” he says in a lazy tone, making me turn to him as he slides one hand down my side to the waist.
“Good morning,” I reply, firmly grabbing his thick cock by the base as my lips curl upwards into a coy smile. “Did you dream of me?” I ask, tightening my grip on his pulsing member.
“I’m always dreaming of you,” he says with a grin, his hand going around my waist and lodging itself between my thighs, right above my pussy. “Especially when I’m awake.”
Pressing his long fingers over m
y pajama bottoms, Derrick grabs me by the ass with his other hand and pulls me into him fiercely. In less than a heartbeat I become wet and ready to go. Well, I mean, I’m always ready to go whenever I’m near him. Just look at him: every single inch of his body shouts sex and lust!
He tugs on my short pajama bottoms, making them slide down my legs. I should be worried that I’m now standing half-naked on the balcony of an apartment that overlooks the whole city… But I don’t care. in an instant, he has his hand pressing over my soaked thong, rubbing my clit over the fabric. I bite my lower lip, squirming in place as my heart starts to race. God, I need to feel him inside of me.
I take my hands to his neck and pull him into me, pressing my mouth against his; I push his boxers down frantically, his cock springing free and glorious, and I start grinding against it. I have to close my eyes as I feel his thickness rubbing against my pussy, the sweet pressure there almost driving me insane with desire. He pushes the small patch of fabric that covers me to the side and, before I even know what I’m doing, I’m grabbing his cock by the root and guiding him where I truly need to feel him.
With my fingers tightly curled around his cock, I brush his tip against my labia, softly swaying my hips from side to side. I’ve been awake for less than five minutes and I already have his cock on my pussy - I really can’t ask for more.
Before I can even process what he’s doing, he cups my ass and, in a swift motion, lifts me up. I place both my arms over his neck as I cross my legs and hold him close, his thick glans pushing against my folds and slowly sliding inside of me. I close my eyes as I feel his long thickness straining against my inner walls, lazy waves of pleasure lapping at my still half-asleep mind.
As his cock goes as deep as it can possibly go, he takes one big step forward and pins me against the wall. I open my eyes and, looking over his shoulder at the NY city skyline, I can’t help but allow my smile of pleasure to turn into a devious grin - not long ago I was just a virgin and now… Now here I am, having sex with a more than perfect man on an open balcony, where anyone with a good pair of binoculars can watch every single movement that we do. And the amazing thing is that I don’t even care about it.
If anything, it only adds to the thrill.
I start to rock my hips, slightly moving back and forth as his cock goes in and out of me. I bite hard on my lower lip, each stroke of his like a nail of pleasure being hammered on my brain. The bustling sounds of the city fade away as he pounds me, his movements a silent symphony that overwhelms all of my senses. He keeps going like that until all of my thoughts simply vanish, my whole body a slave to the ecstasy he inflicts on me.
Before I even know it, I’m burying my fingernails on his back, my pussy tightening around his cock as fireworks go off behind my eyelids. I grit my teeth, clawing at the taut muscles on his back as I climax, every nerve ending in my body bursting into sweet flames of delight.
He puts me down with a grin, the look on his eyes telling me that there’s more to come. But before he has the chance to do anything, I grab his hand and drag him inside the room. Of course, he only allows himself to be led when he wants to… As it is, he doesn’t even let me get him to the mattress: he pushes me against one of the bedroom walls, pressing his chest against my back. I put both hands on the wall and jut my ass at him, anticipating what’s to come.
A hard moan bursts out of my lips as I feel him pressing his tip against my pussy, slowly sliding it inside of me once more. He starts slow and gentle, but soon enough his rhythm becomes wild and savage, his thighs slapping at my buttocks in a frenzy as he rams his cock deep inside of me without any kind of mercy. And, by God, do I love it!
I don’t even realize what I’m doing as I grab his cock and make him pull out of me; I turn to him in a flash, grabbing his hair as I press my mouth against his, savoring his lips as if there wasn’t anything more important than it in the whole world. As fiercely as me, he grabs my hair and forces my head back; I close my eyes as he kisses my neck, one hand of his grabbing at my breasts over the top of my pajamas. Guided by instinct, I lift my arms up and he immediately responds by taking the shirt off of my body.
I try not to, but it’s impossible - I moan loudly as he wraps his lips around my right nipple, sucking on it as he takes his hand and presses one finger against my clit. My whole body is burning with desire, and I can’t help but desperately want him inside of me, to kiss him all over... I put both my hands on his chest and I surprise myself as I push him against the wall, pressing my body against his as I kiss him with an intensity I didn’t even know lived inside of me.
At first his eyes widen, a look of surprise as I jump on him; but then he grins at me, mischievousness all over his face. He kisses me back, a devastating fire behind his lips. I claw at his back as he grabs my arms and takes his turn, pushing me through the door and pinning me against the wall of the hallway as he holds me tight. Before I know it, we’re kissing, fighting and tumbling into the living room, our bodies dancing and yearning for sweet pleasure.
He grabs me by the waist and, using the untamable strength of his muscle bound arms, turns me around and bends me over the leather couch. I don’t even have enough time to close my eyes and grit my teeth - in half a second he’s on me, one hand grabbing me by the hair while the other rests on my lower back, his cock sliding inside of me in a single stroke. This time I don’t moan. Oh no, this time I scream. It’s simply impossible for me not to scream - his thick and pulsing member inside of me is making me boil, erasing every trace of rationality and forcing it to give way to maddening lust.
“Don’t --” I start to speak as I feel my whole body tensing, but he doesn’t need me to tell him what to do. One syllable out of my mouth and he quickens his pace, each thrust of his picking up speed. I grab the edge of the couch hard, pushing my ass back at him as he ravages my body. “Oh my God!”
I shake and tremble as my own soul shatters and explodes, pleasure coursing through me almost too violently. But still, he doesn’t ease up - he keeps thrusting and thrusting, coming at me until I can feel his own body ready to burst.
His cock starts spasming then and, in an instant, his warm juices start to fill me up. My body is still shaking in ecstasy as he keeps gushing his load, each spasm of his cock sending shivers up and down my spine. I stay still until I hear his hard breathing against my neck, his semen starting to drip down my legs.
He pulls out of me then and, breathing in, I turn to him.
“Now this is how you start your day,” he says with a wink and a grin. I smile back at him, my heart fluttering lightly inside my chest.
Oh, how I wish I could start every single day of my life like this.
* * *
My entire body is tingling by the time Derrick’ Bentley drops me off in Times Square in front of the News of the Times building. My mind is in some kind of a daze. Has that ever happened to you?
OMG. I’m not trying to be like passive aggressive and all. What I meant was that this feeling is so insane. I mean less than three months ago I was a virgin! So that’s why I was asking.
I honestly think it’s my body and it’s in like this funky sexual nirvana state because I’ve like cum so many times since meeting him. I mean Derrick and his cock have just taken me to a whole other state of existence.
I walk into the building, my mind hazy with pleasure and a delicious soreness tightening my abdominal muscles. I feel so relaxed, so sated, and so amazingly serene that I don’t even blink out of my sexually induced nirvana when I see District Attorney Samantha Scar standing outside Mike’s office waiting for me. Mike and Danielle Marlowe are standing there as well and all three turn towards me as I approach.
I should probably be worried, but a preternatural calm has overtaken me. Maybe this sexual bliss that I’m feeling is not such a good thing.
“There she is,” Samantha says, her voice sharp. “Prince Blaine’s biggest cheerleader.”
“Hi Mike,” I say, ignoring Samantha. I turn towards Danielle.
“Hey kiddo,” Mike says to me as he turns. “You remember Ms. Marlowe, our CEO, right?“
When I nod, Mike smiles and says,“Why don’t we all come inside?”
It’s a question, but there isn't much room for a debate. Mike heads inside and Samantha and Danielle follow him. I sit down and look around me. Samantha pulls out a sheaf of newspapers. I recognize them as Page Eight sections that she’s apparently torn out and grouped together.
She looks at me and holds up the first of the Abigail Adams columns. “The Prince and the Paupers – We hear how Prince Sin is turning into Prince Win with a host of charity events he has scheduled.”
She pauses and looks at me for a second. I look back at her. I’m not ashamed of what I wrote. Mike approved every word.
Samantha continues, moving on to the next cutout. “Has The Prince Changed His Ways?” Samantha reads out, waving the paper at the three of us.
“Prince of Pleasure – Royal abs to complement his sinful package…” Samantha continues, tossing the cutout onto the desk, and moving on reading a series of headlines from Page Eight. “Sin Is Sweet. Sin Saves the Day. New York City Loves Sin!”
She drops the entire sheaf of cutouts onto Mike’s desk with disgust. “And the one that I really couldn't get over,” Samantha continues, holding the last page. “Royal Bad Boy Reformed – What we hear about how New York’s most notorious playboy has changed his life…”
There’s a moment of silence in the room. I don't know where this conversation is going but I hold my tongue, waiting to see what Samantha will say next.
“I had one job for you, Mike,” she’s talking to Mike now. “Give me a city that hated that fucking man. Give me a city that realized what kind of overgrown child he was and make sure people understood why I was going to kick his sorry ass out of the country. That’s all you had to do. Your girl only had to write the truth.”
