by Alexis Angel
“Don't thank me,” he takes one step towards me, brushing the tip of his long fingers against my cheek. “You will never have to thank me for anything, Daphne.”
Just like that, I know there's no possible escape. His warmness on my skin, the mixture of adrenaline and lust that runs through my veins... I'm tired of pretending I don't want him. I'm tired of acting as if I can resist my true feelings and desires.
I take one step towards him, our bodies just inches away, and I finally accept it – I want him. I want him bad. And I will surrender to this.
I grab the hand he has on my face, my fingers locking on his, and my lips curl into a smile. I look at him, losing myself in his eyes.
Maybe there's a reason life put me in front of Derrick after so many years apart... And, for better or worse, I'm going to find out what it is.
He leans into me and I close my eyes, surrendering to his kiss. His lips part and, in an instant, we are lost in a frenzied kiss, our tongues dancing in circles around each other.
Oh my God!
I’m so wet I’m surprised my juices aren’t dripping down my legs. It feels good to surrender; it feels good to accept what I want to do. Just look at him! He’s perfection incarnate! My fingers act by instinct and, grabbing the collar of his shirt, I tug on it and make all the buttons down to his waist pop one after the other. He throws the shirt to the floor and, as he does it, I stop our kiss and fall to my knees as if my legs suddenly became week. I just can’t take this anymore - I need to feel his hard and thick cock, and I need it fast. And by fast I mean now.
I don’t even care about my job right now. With all this adrenaline still rushing through me, it’s hard to care about anything else besides his perfect thick muscles.
He’s controlling even in his kissing, slowing the pace and speeding up at will, just to let me know he’s in control. His hand is in the nape of my neck, positioning my head so that he can take my mouth passionately. His tongue is experienced, and I’m soaking wet already. He takes these pauses, where he bites my lip, pulling it between his perfectly straight teeth, and then he pulls that handsome face and just looks at me. Each time I stare breathless, waiting for him to say something, but he never does. Once he squinted and I wondered if he was realizing who I really was, that it’s me Alicia, but he just pulled me in again and slid his tongue against mine.
“You don’t have to do anything, Daphne,” he says to me and I have a sinking feeling to just tell him the truth, all of it.
“What do you mean?” I ask instead.
“You don’t owe me for beating up your wanker boyfriend,” he explains.
“Oh, no… I know that,” I assure him, a little taken aback that he would even care why I finally gave in to his seduction. He’s obviously wanted to fuck me since we met, why is he acting like it matters why I choose to sleep with him.
“This is probably his worst fear, someone else getting what used to be his,” he smirks while pulling me towards him.
“He’s never had me,” the words fall out of my mouth. If I’m not going to tell him the whole truth, I can at least tell him parts of who I really am.
“You’ve never been with him?” He asks confused and I shake my head.
“I’ve never been with anyone,” I clarify, fearing his reaction. Guys like Derrick don’t want a virgin. They want someone with experience who they can trust not to get all caught up, thinking its love. I know, he’s admitted that he was in love with me, but he doesn’t know I’m me. You know what I mean, don’t look at me like that.
“Are you serious?” He drops his hand from my neck and takes a step back, his eyes wide in shock, possibly horror. He tilts his head to look at me closely as if he’s inspecting something and I look on in anticipation.
“If you don’t want to --,” I start but his tongue is in my mouth before I can get the words out. If his kisses were a sensual passionate before, these are a desperate passion. He is kissing me like his life depends on it, like the key to his heart’s desires are locked within me. When he finally releases me I’m panting and I can feel my lips are swollen.
“You would give me that?” He asks and my heart flutters again. He considers me to be such a prize. No one has ever made me feel as special as he does.
“Yes,” I answer without hesitation.
“Seriously?” He asks and I nod my response.
“Say it,” he commands.
“Yes, Derrick. I want you to have my virginity,” I smirk but he looks on with complete sincerity as his blue eyes sparkle looking down at me.
“Come here,” he says softly and I walk into his grasp before feeling his strong hands on my ass, lifting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist as he buries his hands into my hair, our lips find each other again. I’m so lost in our embrace I barely notice we’re moving as he walks through the expansive condo, carrying me like I weigh nothing.
His condo seems even larger since I’m eager to get to his bedroom. The moment I pull back from his kiss, his mouth drops to my neck, kissing and licking me before grazing my skin with his teeth. It feels incredible and I moan a little, tilting my pelvis towards him.
Turning down a corridor I wonder how he can tell where he’s going with his face buried in my neck, seducing me on the go.
We finally make it to his bedroom and its beautiful, nothing like I would expect. Sure it’s manly, but its no bachelor pad room. No posters or dirty laundry spewed about, instead there’s a range of black and charcoal furniture. A large, black four poster bed is the star of the room, with red artwork tastefully hung throughout. The far wall is made of floor to ceiling windows with an incredible view of the city, and I can tell the wrap around balcony he told me about extends all the way here.
Leaning over, Derrick places me on the bed like I’m a glass doll before standing before me, first ripping his shirt over his head to expose those washboard abs I’d been holding onto on the ride here. They’re even more impressive in person. His undressing makes me think of myself – oh shit, I’ve still got on my workout clothes and I’ve just finished a run. I must be a salty mess.
“Maybe I should shower,” I suggest, the anxiety clear in my shaky voice.
“You taste perfect, love,” he smirks, as if he’s reading my mind.
“May I?” He asks with his hands at my waste, and my heart rate increases as I nod my head. His eyes are locked on mine as he slowly pulls my yoga pants down, leaving me in nothing but a thin pair of boy shorts and my sports bra.
Taking a fistful of my hair in his hand, Derrick pushes my head back and kisses me with a ferocity I’ve never felt in my life. He’s charging forward and my legs happily spread for him as he lays directly on top of me.
“Take these off,” I tug at the hard denim fabric of his jeans.
“I will, love,” he chuckles and then brushes my hair back, away from my neck. I’m flat on my back, each of my legs wrapped around his broad frame and my hands race up his naked back, my fingernails teasing his damp skin. His body twitches to my touch and I know I’m affecting him.
Derrick abruptly stops kissing me and rises up, pulling me with him. I look on in confusion, but he seems determined as he tugs at my sports bra. Raising my arms in the air, I help him free my D-cups before tossing the bra across the room.
“Fuck,” I read his lips more than hear the word as he stares at my breasts before kissing me again as he pushes my back to the mattress so that I’m again lying flat. His mouth traces from my mouth to my jawline, his lips and tongue teasing me before making their way to my neck, where he sucks and kisses me more. Then he moves further down, tracing my collarbone with his tongue before placing slow, wet, deliberate kisses down the center of my chest.
Stopping at the center of my boobs, he grasps one in each hand, massaging them perfectly, much better than I did myself. Then he begins kissing all over my right breast, his tongue and lips work together masterfully. My body is squirming beneath him, my legs again wrapped around his lowering frame.
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bsp; I knew he would know what he was doing, but my God! The Prince of Sin is a fucking master of fucking. I’m sure of it and we haven’t even begun! Stop looking at me that way. Yes, I watched the video of him swinging his junk in front of America, and yes I heard his arrogant assurances, but no I didn’t think he could ever be think gentle and sensual. He’s like a scientist the way he’s taking his time.
“Ahh!” The moan causes my back to arch, but I’m restricted under his weight. Derrick glances up quickly, a shimmer flashing in his eye, before moving to my other breast.
His tongue moves in circles as his lips kiss in their wake, circling my nipples before taking the dark pink skin into his mouth, sucking gently and then teasing my hardened nipple with his teeth. Oh my it feels amazing!
Once he decides he’s teased my breasts enough, he moves lower, kissing my belly, stopping again at my navel to lap over the delicate skin with his tongue.
“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, yo
u 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 into 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.
