by Alexis Angel
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 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 slow 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.
And maybe that’s why he’s turning his life around. Despite the fact that he completely blew off a charity event on Staten Island and the reporters that were camped out waiting to cover him, our spies tell us it was actually because the boat got turned around. And why did it get turned around, you ask? Because the Prince dove into the water, to save a little boy that fell overboard.
You read that right. Sin is now saving lives. But apparently, he wanted to keep that quiet for some reason. Not sure why, but it’s out now….
And just who is this mystery woman? Well, once again, we’re not completely sure, but what my spies are telling me is that she used to be an exotic dancer. Yup, an exotic dancer - you read that just right. But she doesn’t seem to be doing shows anymore, unless she’s stripping for His Highness himself. I have no doubt what she uses as the pole…
Not much else is really that unique about her, and believe me, I’ve asked around. She seems like a regular everyday girl next door. But maybe the most important thing - I think she’s starting to tame the world’s most infamous bad boy. And who knows, I think maybe they’re even falling in love…
And it’s obvious the Prince really likes his new squeeze. You only had to tune into CBC yesterday to see his…ahem, physical reaction to her presence…
Which means that this girl actually did find her fairy tale Prince. Let’s hope that he doesn’t turn out to be a frog…
We’ll just have to wait and see. Until then, I’m Abby signing out. Keep your ears open, New York…
Alicia
“And it’s my utmost desire that the shelter brings some safety and happiness to the animals that suffer out there in the world,” Derrick says to a group of journalists and spectators. “Because we all know what happens to dogs that go around humping everything.”
There’s a round of laughter and clapping from the assembled crowd. People take pictures and the mayor is shaking Derrick’ hand. He looks over to me and gives me a smile. I smile back, looking at his profile on the stage.
God, he’s so hot. I feel my panties get wet just looking at him and wondering when I can unbutton that shirt so I can run my hands down his abs. Then I’d unbuckle his belt and lower his pants. I’d cup his balls in one hand as I stroke his giant cock with another. I’d squeeze his shaft as I looked him in the eyes. He’d suck on my nipples and squeeze my ass. He’d kiss my neck and I’d run my tongue all over his pecs and his abs.
Oh, my.
What was I even talking about?
Who cares. I’m in a whole new world
with this man.
Who protects me like no one else ever did. When I finally told Derrick about what Jake had done to my apartment, Derrick called in some favors. Then, an hour later, he told Jake wouldn’t be in the city much longer. I don’t know what that means. I don’t really even care.
I’m so preoccupied with Derrick Blaine. He completely envelops my world.
Right. Derrick is pulling me up on stage and putting his hand on my back. I smile at the crowd, but Derrick pulls me close and kisses me. Hard.
The reporters are taking pictures and I’m glad I wore my nice dress today.
God, if this is Prince Sin, then I’m a wicked woman.
* * *
“When did you first come to New York?” I ask Derrick as we cross Columbus Circle and into Central Park. Considering how nice of a day it was, we decided to walk from the Upper West Side through Central Park.
“My dad brought me here when I was thirteen,” Derrick says. “My mom was sick. He checked her into a hospital. It was maybe the only time in my life I’ve seen that bastard take care of my mother.”
There’s anger in his voice and I see his eyes flash. I squeeze his hand and he looks back at me, coming back from wherever he went.
“And you moved here after that?” I ask.
“I came to New York after Afghanistan, love,” Derrick says looking at me. “I didn’t want to spend one minute longer than I needed to with that fucking asshole after high school so I enlisted in the Military Academy and then went to fight in the war. Afterwards, I came here.”
“The King being the fucking asshole?” I ask.
