by Dark Angel
“I need you, too, baby,” Derek says with a laugh. “I was just going to change positions, I was going to keep fucking you. I never want to stop. I need to be buried inside you.”
Moaning, I groan in time with the feel of him pumping inside me. I didn’t think he wouldn’t fuck me again, but I just couldn’t wait. I’ve waited long enough. We both have!
Derek pumps long, delicious strokes into me that make me shiver, and I’m back on the cusp of my orgasm in no time at all.
“That’s right, cum for me baby, cum all over my cock.” Derek holds the back of my neck and cradles me toward him. My body quakes as I'm filled up with huge jets of cum. He loads my pussy up and nibbles on my neck. Thrills sink deep into my bones, the lust and perfection of us finally together again almost too much to bear. Gasping for air, I ride out the shockwaves of my orgasm until my toes can finally uncurl. I mean, for now, because I know how hard Derek makes me cum when he fucks me. How much.
His mouth at my neck makes me shiver with need. He pulls back and lies me down on the sofa, his body on top of my mine while he holds me, cradles me, and kisses me everywhere. He’s not just a horny man right now, but he’s the love of my life and he’s touching me in a way that’s almost reverent. I sink my fingers into his hair, holding him close to me. His thumb is on my clit and his fingers slide into my pussy and I yelp at the sudden erotic invasion.
“Mmm, you’re so wet for me,” Derek groans, dipping his face onto my wet pussy and sucking on my clit. His fingers dig into my hips and pull me closer to him. Derek is a man possessed right now and I let my eyes roll back in their orbits as he tastes me. His stroking tongue makes me buck my hips to meet his touch even more and I forget how to breathe for a second.
“Fuck my mouth, baby,” I tell him when I start to come back down to reality from the sensations of him all over me. “I want to feel the royal scepter deep in my throat and swallow it up.” I giggle, giddy with lust … and love.
Derek laughs a little, too, and he brings his cock up to my face. First, my tongue rolls over the head of his cock, and then I let him slide completely into my mouth. My tongue strokes at the sides and my mouth grips him with the best suction that I can manage. I suck him hard, because now it's my turn to drain the energy out of him with an orgasm and swallow him up. His cock tastes like the perfect melding of our tastes, and I can’t wait to add his cum to the mix.
Pumping faster, Derek strokes into my mouth and down my throat, feeling me swallow him. The suction is hard to maintain because Derek’s cock is so enormous, but it's so worth it. I moan on his cock, making the vibrations hum all over his skin. My fingers pull his ass toward me. Derek thrusts harder and harder, groaning as his orgasm builds. I feel his cock get somehow harder in my mouth before he starts to explode. He keeps pumping and I’m drinking up every last drop of his cum. I love that he doesn’t hold back. He’ll never have to with me. I swallow him, sucking him tight until he’s emptied out this load and he pulls his cock out of my mouth. The wet popping sound almost sets off a switch in me, giving me some newfound vigor for riding Derek now. “My turn now,” I say as he stands up. I put my legs up and slide my ankles up to his shoulders, and angle myself so that his cock buries deep inside of me at such a deep angle that I know I’ll practically cum a few thrusts in.
Derek’s fingers tug at my nipples, making me shiver in rolling tremors while I impale myself on his cock again and again as fast as I can. His hips slam into me and I hold onto the back of the couch for leverage.
“I love your cock so deep in me, Derek. You fuck me so good I forget my own name – stripper or otherwise!” I laugh a little, but it's true. I’m not Sapphire with him. I’m not Ella. When Derek is fucking me, I’m his. It's the kind of intensity that I didn’t even know could exist and now I crave it more than anything else in the world. Truly belonging to someone is the most magical sensation. “Because you’re my fucking soulmate and I knew it.”
Derek pulls me down and slides his cock back into me when he’s holding me, my back pressed against his stomach while we’re on our sides. I lift up my leg to make sure that when he slides back into me that the angle is perfectly deep. “Damn right, Ella. You’re mine always. Nothing will ever stand between us again.”
We had started to make big promises before, and we let other people tell us apart. Let the world fill in all the spaces between us. I wasn’t happy without Derek, and judging by his panty sniffing crusade, he wasn’t happy without me, either.
“Never again. I really mean it. What we have is special, and we can never let anything threaten that ever again.” I grab one of his hands and squeeze it in mine.
Derek’s mouth finds my neck, kissing a trail until his lips close over mine. We roll our hips together and kiss passionately and I feel like I’m inside of an orgasm and it just keeps expanding. My body is on fire in the best way possible and I never want the sensation to stop. I feel Derek tugging my nipples again and I moan, a low sound from deep in my throat pouring out of my body at the depth of pleasure that he’s brought out.
When we both come up for air from the kiss, I bite my lip and roll my hips back to take him even harder.
“I want to ride you-“
I can barely get the words out before pulls his cock out of me, flips us over, and sets me on top of him on the floor. The pleasure of having no give against the wall was enormous, but now I have purchase and leverage, but absolutely no give as I slam my pussy down on his cock. Swallowing up every inch of his enormous length, I’m struggling to stay upright with the trembling pre-orgasmic waves already wracking my body.
Derek’s hands run up and down my breasts, stroke at my neck. I look into his eyes and see such love and adoration. That only turns me on more. I pump faster, fucking him as hard as I can, and close my mouth over his again. Kissing Derek is almost as erotic as fucking him, and kissing him while fucking him makes me feel like I’m on top of the world. We inhale each other, breathing through each other and tasting the raw need that consumes us both.
Bouncing up and down on him, I feel his cock start to jump inside me, ready to explode. And as much as I love being filled with his cum, I still crave the way he marked me as his with some very healthy shots from the love gun. I break away from our kiss and lift myself up off his cock. I stroke his length with both of my hands because that’s just how big that monster is, and I point it at my tits.
“Fuck, I love your tits,” Derek groans before his eyes roll back in their orbits while he jets cum all over my tits.
When he’s finally done firing off, I look at him and bring my tits up to my face. I swirl my tongue around the nipples and lick up the mess we just made.
Derek picks me up again, like I’m some kind of ragdoll, and bends me over, slamming into me again. My tits jiggle so hard I’d fall over if he wasn’t holding my thighs up while he slammed into me. His mouth is on the back of my neck. The heat of his breath makes me shiver.
“You don’t run out of cum, do you, Derek?” I moan out the words, whimpering from the sheer speed and strength of his thrusts.
“Babe, you don’t either. We’re making up for lost time. I certainly won’t sit through two songs worth of dances – 12 inches of torture as you thought of it, when we can ride those right off to paradise.” Derek's hands stroke up the length of my body, gripping my tits, and trailing his fingers down my sides. Finally, he grips my ass and starts to almost completely pull out of me, pressing his cock at every sensitive spot inside my pussy and stroking long and deep now. The tantalizingly slow pace makes me pant in time with his every thrust. “I will fuck you forever and still want more.”
“Mmm, same,” I moan out. I bring my fingers down to my clit, my pussy aching for touch because of how he’s torturing me with these long, deep strokes.
The circles I work in my clit make my pussy start gripping Derek’s cock even harder and I hear him growl at the feel of me milking him.
It brings him so close to cumming that he actually starts to s
lam deep into me again and stops pulling out so far and so much. He can’t take it anymore. The increased speed and maintained depth of his thrusts steals my breath. My fingers fall from my clit and I’m reaching out desperately for anything to grab a hold of. There’s nothing, but luckily Derek’s got me so I’m not about to collapse like a falling circus tent. It just feels like it because I’m quaking beneath him.
Finally, we're both spent. Derek pulls me from under him and we cuddle, me tucked into the crook of his arm, for I have no idea how long. The emotional weight of finally being back together again pulls me into a calm and dreamless sleep while I listen to his heartbeat returning to a normal place after our mini-marathon of orgasms.
I remember my eyes fluttering shut, and then I felt them open again. Derek wasn’t asleep but holding me. Stroking my hair and watching me sleep.
“You’re gorgeous,” Derek says, pressing a kiss into my forehead. “You’re so fucking perfect. I didn’t know I could love someone so much.”
Tears are going to well up in my eyes all over again if he keeps that up. I prop my head up in my palm, elbow resting on his chest. “Good. I’m not great at sharing. I can’t bear the idea of you being anything but mine.”
Derek grins broadly. “Well, technically you're going to have to share me with a whole kingdom…” He starts to laugh. “But I’m only assisting you in orgasming.”
“At least with a hands-on approach. I don’t know how many people are actually in your kingdom, but a solid number of them are probably cumming right now thinking about you.” I remember every person I ever heard mention the Crown Prince of St. Albans being very clear that they’d practically cut off one of their own legs just to go for a ride on his royal cock. I don’t feel the jealous pangs that I had before the ball, though, because I know that Derek’s all mine.
“That’s true. And I slept around a lot,” Derek says, eyes narrowing at the admission. As if it was news to either of us? “But I love only you. I've never felt the way I do for you, never felt that for anyone else.”
“Derek, I thought I could only love dancing … but I love you so much more than that. In fact, without you, dancing became very unsatisfying, too. I need you, babe.” I get up off my elbows and stand up.
Derek rises as well and wraps his strong arms around me, holding me so that the hard wall of his eight-pack abs crushes my breasts against him.
“I need you, too.”
And he’s not lying.
I feel an enormous erection when he holds me. I don’t even realize what’s happening until I’m gasping, but Derek lifted me up and lowered me down on his cock. I had no idea a man could do that like I was light as a feather, but then he starts rolling his hips and I’m glad he’s holding me because a tiny breeze could knock me over. His cock hits all the right places inside me, making me moan loudly. It doesn’t matter much … I don’t plan to dance at this club anymore. It isn’t like I’m fucking a client again. So my attitude is let ‘em hear what Derek Van Windsor can do to his future princess. Because I'm not about to suffer anymore bitches that think I can’t have my man.
I’ve got something more important than noble birth or a place at his court.
I have the magic fucking pussy his cock fits just right in. Yeah, that’s right. We’re a filthy fairytale, with a happily ever after signed in the scent of my pussy. It was that scent that drew him to me and that led him back to me. Much better than some disappearing pumpkin, wouldn’t you say?
Derek carries us to the couch, and he stands while I sit, and I match his fucking stroke for stroke.
I really want to taste us together again. I crave it as much as I need oxygen to survive. I spread my legs wide as I can and I use my hands to pump up so that Derek’s cock is fucking so deep that I’m a wobbling, quivering mess on the couch. “Babe, when we cum, I want to kiss you with our tastes in our mouths.” I’m panting, barely able to get the words out.
Derek cups my face. “Anything for my princess.” He strokes faster. “As you command,” Derek says with the perfect smugness I’ve come to expect from him. It's exactly that moment that his orgasm ricochets into my own, our body’s clamoring for release and finding solace in each other’s rhythm.
“Fuuuuuck!” I scream out, because my pussy is trying to shove his cock right out of me, I’m cumming so hard.
Derek relents when I feel my cum dripping down my thighs, and he brings his cock up to finish in my mouth so we can swap cum.
I hold out my tongue, and the spurting head jets his hot cum onto it. I hold it there and run close my lips over his cock, sucking up my cum coating his cock now. “Mmm,” I moan, letting him know I have what I need.
Derek pulls his cock out of my mouth and grips my face to kiss me. Our tongues dance over our mixed juices, tasting each other together as we kiss and our bodies entwine. When we finally come up for air, I’d believe you if you said it had been five seconds, but I’d also believe you if you said it had been five hours. Time hardly seems to exist when I’m with Derek. Only the happiness, and lust, we share seems to have any real lasting effect on reality.
“Goddamn you’re so perfectly filthy!” I say, laughing. “I used to feel challenged to really up my sexy game when I was dancing, but with you and I together, something dirty is always just on the menu. You’re the only person I know as comfortable with being a fucking sex animal like I am,” I tell Derek.
He laughs now. “Yeah, I got around, but until you and I fucked, I basically feel like those were dirty training wheels. Sex with you means so much more than it ever did with anyone else I’ve ever slept with. In fact, you’re the only person it has ever meant anything with.” Derek kisses my forehead and pulls me close to him. He traces circles over my skin and keeps me tight in his hold. Someone might actually need the VIP room tonight but they’ll just have to wait because this is utter perfection.
“Yeah, sex with you is like I’m seeing shit, feeling shit for the very first time. Everything else feels like it was out of focus compared to how heightened everything feels with you.” I flatten my palm against Derek’s chest. Over his heart, feeling the steady rhythm. “When I wasn’t sure we were going to work out, I wanted to stay in St. Albans. Since you’ve been in my life, I haven’t been able to imagine a life without you in it.” I kiss him softly. A tender, sweet peck.
“Ella, I dumped my kingdom upside to find you when I found out that you’d gone here to find me. I didn’t listen to any naysayers … or pesky fucking reality. I can’t have a life without you.” Derek pulls me tighter into his arms, wrapping them around me completely and squeezing me so hard I could break.
“We need to get out of this VIP room. Get out of here. Take me back to the palace without hiding me in the wings?” I hear the slight tremor of nerves in my voice, and I realize that’s because despite any of the declarations or lust here today, that’s the real test. If he takes me home. If he proves that he wants me. He said he wanted to marry me. But people say a lot of things. I don’t doubt that he loves me, but I still need this, you know?
“Of course, my princess,” Derek says with a smile, relenting his grip on me. “Though I do prefer you unclothed. Tits like that aren’t made to be covered in anything but my mouth, my hands, or my cum.”
“Aww, you’re such a romantic,” I say, bending over to retrieve my clothes.
Derek slips a finger into my pussy, pulling it out and sucking the creamy cum off it. “You’re a sweet girl, yourself,” Derek says. His face is totally serious but we're both laughing in just a few seconds. We went kind of hard on our clothes when we started retrieving them, and I need to get in my locker to get something I can actually wear outside the club, but I actually feel good about getting dressed.
Going to the palace.
Even becoming a princess.
Because I think you get this by now … and it's kind of sinking in for me, too, I swear. But Derek and I, we’d do anything for each other. We have done plenty of crazy shit, and I’m sure there’s more
to come. But I’m kind of excited for things to get uneventful for our happily ever after. No more chasing, no more hiding, no more doubting.
I close my hand in his and we walk out of the VIP room together.
“I kind of wanted to take that thong this time, too,” Derek whispers in my ear.
I’m caught up in the moment, remembering that first night and talking to Derek. Kissing Derek … fucking him. Damn, I can’t believe what all has happened in so little time, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything, because it all led me to here.
I squeeze his hand tighter as we head toward the lockers. I’ll get my stuff and I’ll talk to my boss – soon to be former boss – soon. Right now I have this paranoia, though, that if I let go of his hand, something terrible is going to happen and we’ll be separated again.
I see several girls from the club completely forget they’re dancing and give me the “fuck you, you lucky bitch” glare or skip right ahead to looking at the delectable man that is Derek.
Yeah, bitches, he’s really mine.
And don’t act like you don’t know the rules.
You can look, but you definitely can’t touch.
Ella
I peer down at the tiny face grinning up at me, fist clenched as she kicks her little feet. Those deep blue eyes glow with love that nearly matches my own.
“Come to Mommy, little Sapphire,” I say, picking her up and cradling her in my arms.
Derek comes up and wraps his arms around both of us from behind. “How’s my little princess?”
I look over at him, where he has his chin hooked over my shoulder, peering down at our three-month-old little girl. She has his jet-black hair but my sapphire blue eyes. It was only fitting that we name her after what brought us together in the first place. Sapphire.
“Which one?” I tease.
“Both,” he says, pressing a kiss against my neck that has me instantly tingly in all the right places.
