Derek traced tender kisses down the nape of my neck. One finger pushed aside my panties, gently circling my clit, but not touching. God, he was going to tease me until I couldn’t take it.
Or maybe it was my turn.
I twisted around, surprising him by crashing my lips into his. I adjusted how I was sitting so that I faced him, perched on his lap. His grip moved to my hips. I ran my tongue across his bottom lip, requesting entrance that he happily granted. Our tongues danced, hungry for each other’s taste.
Instinctively, I started to gyrate my hips on top of him. I could feel his massive bulge through his boxers, rubbing on my clit. He groaned, tugging harder at my hips, creating a steady rhythm. I could feel my underwear dampening as my arousal grew.
Derek began to undress me. He effortlessly pulled the yellow sundress over my head, and unclipped my bra. As soon as my breasts were exposed, his mouth found my hard nipples waiting for him. I exhaled sharply as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin. He nipped at it, followed by soothing kisses and gentle sucking.
Continuing to grind against him, I tugged hard on his hair so that his mouth was pressed firmly against me. He groaned again. I wasn’t sure if it was due to the hair-pulling, or my new-found control. Either way, the sounds that he was making only served to turn me on more.
I shoved him hard onto the bed, staying on top of him. I kissed his mouth again, hard, his stubble chafing against my skin. His hands were massaging my breasts, squeezing them, while his thumbs continued toying with my nipples.
I rolled my hips faster, arching my back. Every time I rubbed against him, another jolt of gratification buried into me. Derek was skillfully following my lead, bucking up with me.
“Oh, fuck,” he breathed. “I won’t be able to control myself if you carry on like this, beautiful. I need to be inside you. I want to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock.”
“Shh,” I pulled lightly on his lower lip with my teeth. “When I say so.”
I tried to continue grinding against him, but his hands had latched onto my hips tightly, not allowing me to move. I raised my eyebrows.
“That’s not fair,” I whined, trying again to move, but he wasn’t letting me budge. I longed to keep rubbing against him.
In one smooth, quick motion, he picked me up off him and rolled on top me, pinning me down before I knew what was happening.
“Neither is you teasing me,” he said, a wry, devilish grin spreading across his mouth.
He kissed me again, relentlessly, until I was gasping for breath and dizzy with desire. While I was struggling to catch my breath, he removed his boxers and my panties.
“Fuck me,” I begged. But his eyes had filled with mischief.
When I was expecting the satisfaction of his cock, he slid two fingers into me, thrusting them so slowly that it was practically agonizing. I gasped as he stroked my inner walls, rubbing my g-spot.
“You’re so fucking stubborn,” I said, but I wasn’t really complaining. It was like we were playing a game—who could tease who for longer, who would give up first. So far, I wasn’t very good. Every part of me had a single desire, to be filled with him.
In an attempt to get what I wanted, I reached for his cock. I took his rock-hard length in one hand, stroking the tip lightly, spreading his precum with my fingertips. This caused Derek to gasp and pause, my initiative catching him by surprise. Trying to take advantage of this, my other hand pulled at his hips, and I guided the tip of his cock to my slit, moaning as it pushed into me.
Not fast enough. Smirking, Derek pulled away and grabbed my wrists. He pinned them both above my head with one hand, his other one returning to the business of penetrating my core.
“And you’re so impatient,” he said, sliding his fingers out of me and rubbing my clit hard. Caught off guard by the sudden intensity, I bucked against him, moaning.
“Harder,” was all I could manage to say, and he complied.
Fuck. How did he know how to drive me so completely crazy? I was consumed by lust, wholly obsessed by him. When he put his hands on me, nothing, absolutely nothing, else in the world even came close to existing. Everything he did, every hot breath against my skin, every quiet groan, every twitch of his fingers, sent me closer to the edge.
“I want you to cum for me, beautiful” he said, his voice low, practically a growl. His fingers never stopped moving, centered on the bundle of nerves. “Cum on my hand, baby.”
His husky command was the final push that sent me over the edge, pleasure cascading through me. I came hard, losing control of the way my body clenched and convulsed as the orgasm rolled over me. Derek didn’t slow, until it became almost unbearable, until I was everything but screaming.
Finally, he ceased. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Derek looked over his good work with a satisfied expression, giving me a few moments of rest to prepare myself for what I had been begging for.
I felt his cock pressing against my swollen slit. My hands, now free, wrapped around him, pulling him into me. This time, he didn’t stop me.
As Derek entered me, I watched his eyes glazing over as his length was consumed by my tight pussy. He took his time, so that I felt every inch of him filling me up, causing me to tremble as he stretched me.
“You’re so fucking big, baby,” I murmured. My hands were in his hair again. I tugged, bringing his lips to mine so I could kiss him as he started to fuck me.
He sped up quickly. I could sense how badly he wanted me, how it had taken all of his self-control to wait this long. He let out a ragged breath every time he thrust hard into me, growing faster with every stroke. I arched under him, desperate for him to be inside me.
Desperate for him to cum inside me.
My hands traveled up and down his back, soaking in the heat of his skin. I bucked up every time I met his hips, my clit grinding against his skin. The hot pressure began to build again within me, centered at my core and spreading all throughout my body.
“God, you’re perfect.”
He kept fucking me, kept kissing me, kept flooding me with pleasure. There was no escaping this unexplainable grip he had on my body and mind.
“I… I’m going to cum again,” I stammered, somewhat surprised. But that quivering, frantic sensation inside me was unmistakable.
“Cum with me…” he said. “Cum—”
He didn’t finish the thought, as both of us orgasmed simultaneously. He thrust as deeply as he could, gasping with every jet of cum that left him. I convulsed around his cock, the pleasure running through me in waves, even harder than before. It was several long, breathless, blinding moments before the orgasm began to melt away, and my body relaxed.
Derek kissed me gently, a few small, nibbling kisses, before he rolled off me. He disappeared into the bathroom, and I, barely capable of movement, gingerly crawled under the blanket. After cumming twice in such a short period of time, I was completely exhausted.
My eyes fell shut, and I didn’t open them, even when I heard the bathroom door open.
The light turned off, and I felt the bed shift as Derek crawled in. He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me into his chest, a content sigh escaping his lips. I had never felt more safe.
“I’m not done with you yet, sweetie,” he said.
His words, the tone of his voice, the way he said it all combined to instantly excite me.
“What do you mean, Derek?”
“You’re my diamond, aren’t you?”
“You know I am, baby.”
“Then I’m going to show you something very special. Something I know you’re going to love.”
“What is it?” I gasped, nervous.
He’d brought a bottle of something with him from the bathroom and it was on the bedside table. He reached for it and poured some of the contents into his hand. It was a slippery, clear-colored gel..
“What’s that, baby?”
“It’s lube, my diamond.”
“What kind of lube?”
He didn’t an
swer me. Instead he reached down to my butt and spread my cheeks open with his strong hand. Then he rubbed the lube over my anus. It felt good, cool and soothing, and I pressed my butt against his hand as he massaged my anus with his thumb.
When his thumb slipped inside my butt, I gasped. I knew what he was doing and I was suddenly filled with an overwhelming desire to experience this. I’d heard it was blissful pleasure. I’d heard it was an amazing sensation.
I’d heard it could be the best fucking orgasm of your life.
“Fuck me,” I whispered. “Fuck me in the ass, Derek. Make me yours utterly.”
He continued to massage my anus, his thumb slipping in and out of me easily as I loosened up and relaxed to his touch. His other arm was still wrapped around me, and he began to toy with my nipples while his other hand toyed with my butt.
That’s what I was. That’s what I felt like.
It was what I wanted to be, in that moment.
I wanted to be his toy. His plaything.
“You better not keep teasing me, Mister,” I giggled.
With that, I felt his thumb slide out of my ass and in its place, two long fingers slid in.
I gasped at the sensation.
He was very gentle, very careful, and I was grateful for that as I’d heard that anal sex could hurt the first time you tried it.
With Derek, I knew that it was going to be perfect. It was going to be ecstasy.
He continued to fuck my ass with his fingers, stretching me and making me ready to accept the immense girth of his cock. All the while, his mouth was on the back of my neck, kissing my skin, nibbling my ear, and whispering sweet nothings to me.
“I adore you,” he whispered.
“You’re my diamond,” he moaned.
“You make me so hard I want to cum inside you like a stallion.”
“Do it,” I sighed. “Do it now. I’m all yours, baby.”
And with that, he pulled his fingers out of my butt and pressed the tip of his cock against it.
“Are you ready?” he said.
Without waiting for my response, he pressed his cock against my anus and I felt him sliding in to me. It was terrifying and thrilling, like nothing I’d ever felt before. I pushed my ass back into him, forcing his enormous cock all the way deeply into my ass. When I felt his groin against my butt and his ball sack touching my skin, I knew he was all the way inside me.
“How does that feel, baby?”
“So good,” I moaned.
Very slowly, but very deliberately, he began thrusting back and forward, pulling his cock all the way out of my ass, and then sliding all the way back in.
He had both arms wrapped around me now and I was completely in his possession. There was no escape for me.
He reached down and began toying with my pussy, one hand rubbing over my clit while the other began finger-fucking my pussy.
The sensation was overwhelming.
For the second time that night, we came together.
His thrusting grew in force and speed as he approached climax, and the sensation of an orgasm forming in my ass as well as my pussy was so exquisite, so excruciatingly good, that I wanted to scream.
I felt him buck, thrusting more forcefully than ever, and the force caused a tidal wave of orgasms to rush through me, both anal and vaginal. His hand was still torturing my clit. His fingers were still fucking my pussy.
And his cock grew thicker than ever before orgasming into my ass so forcefully I could feel the jets of his cum inside me.
“Oh, Derek,” I cried.
“Oh, Amy.”
He grabbed my hips and pulled me so tightly into him that his cock reached right to the very core of my body.
He kept cumming, his semen jetting into me in powerful spurts. And then his hands slid up to my breasts and he pulled me against his chest, panting for breath in my ear.
“You’re amazing, Amy. You really are my diamond.”
“I love being your diamond,” I murmured.
Chapter 8
Derek
Amy and I had breakfast with my father Saturday morning. I could tell that he was elated, and he kept sending Amy little smiles that he probably thought I wouldn’t notice. The plan was working. She had done well.
I had never seen my father in such a high mood. Part of me celebrated, believing I was finally doing something that would please him. The other part felt guilty, knowing that lying to him was not admirable.
But seeing him so happy did much to reassure me that I was doing the best thing that I could do, so I shoved my doubts aside and enjoyed my father’s happiness.
After breakfast, my father informed us that he was meeting with his lawyer for some business. It was most likely regarding the will, I realized. Which meant that, very possibly, he had changed his mind.
I was giving Amy a tour of the mansion, which had more rooms than I had ever counted. Endless guest bedrooms, each fully furnished, a collection room here and there, some storage.
“Has there ever been a time where all the bedrooms were filled up?” Amy asked. Today, she was wearing a short, dark blue skirt, and a black tank-top that hugged her nicely and provided a generous view of her breasts. She was skipping a few steps ahead of me, excitement radiating from her with every bouncy step. It was contagious. Regarding her, I felt her delight spreading through me.
“Not even close,” I said. “Probably the fullest this house has ever been was my father’s retirement. Hundreds of guests, but only a handful, maybe twenty, spent the night. Not even half of the bedrooms were filled up.”
“Jesus. Then why have them?”
I shrugged. “What else would we use the rooms for?”
“Oh, I don’t know.” Amy turned to me, walking backwards. “Why get such a big house if you’re not going to fill it up?”
“My father and I have a fundamental difference in how we use our money,” I explained. “If he has it, he spends it. He could afford a mansion this size, so that’s what he purchased. Never mind that he didn’t need all this space. It’s a show of wealth, I suppose.”
“That makes sense. I mean, I’m not faulting him at all. I think the property is absolutely beautiful. I would die to live somewhere like this. I’m more worried about how lonely it is.”
“Lonely?”
Amy looked a little flustered. “I don’t want to overstep or anything. I’m just talking. In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t have a filter and I say whatever comes to mind sometimes.”
I laughed. “Amy, you’re fine. I enjoy listening to you. Your honesty is what caught my attention in the first place. Please continue.”
“Okay. Well.” Amy turned back around. “I’m not talking badly about your father at all. Everyone is lonely in their own way. This is just such a big house for him to be all alone in. I know that if it were me, I wouldn’t be able to bear the silence. I guess I can understand why he can be so irritable, like you were saying.”
I nodded, not having considered that before. “You’re right. I mean, the poor guy was married four times, and none of them ended well. He only had one son, me. He doesn’t have any pets. He dedicated his whole life to the firm, so when he handed that over to me, he didn’t really have anything left.”
“Yeah, that’s pretty sad,” Amy said. “Money buys a lot, but not happiness.”
I thought about her words carefully. Somehow, I had never considered that my father was lonely. Now that Amy had pointed it out, it suddenly seemed like the most obvious thing in the world—which admittedly made me feel foolish. How had Amy, who only met him yesterday, understood my father better than I had after a lifetime together?
“You’re very empathetic,” I commented.
“How do you mean?”
“I mean, you really understand people. You know what they need.”
“Huh. I never thought about it. I guess. Maybe I’m just observant.”
“You don’t give yourself enough credit. It’s a valuable trait, and an uncommon one i
n the business world. People in business don’t tend to be very compassionate. Which doesn’t make sense, given that it’s all about working with people.”
“You know what?” Amy said, a smile on her face.
“What?”
“You’re a lot like me.”
“How so?”
“You overthink things. A lot.”
I laughed. “Maybe. But there’s one thing that I definitely don’t need to overthink.”
“What’s that?” She glanced at me over her shoulder, her eyes curious and innocent.
I smirked, and opened one of the bedroom doors, gesturing for her to follow me. Realization spread over her features, and she was quickly behind me.
Wasting no time, I pushed her up against the wall, my hands eagerly sliding under her tank top. She responded by tangling her fingers in my hair and pulling my mouth to hers, kissing me eagerly. Her lips were soft, and her breath was sweet.
My hands cupped her breasts over her bra. I pressed my hard bulge against her hips, so she could feel how much I desired her, how much I wanted her.
Just then the door swung open, and Aneta’s cheery voice echoed through the room.
“Oh, what a surprise!” she said, seemingly not noticing what we were up to. Amy and I jumped apart. “I was looking for you two. Derek, the package that you were waiting for arrived this morning. It’s in the foyer.”
“Thank you, Aneta.” I smiled politely, taking Amy’s hand.
“Yes, yes, you’re welcome,” she called after us, turning to dust the unused furniture.
“Let’s go back to your room,” Amy said, once we were safe in the hall, her eagerness causing me to laugh.
“That sounds like a wonderful plan,” I said. “But first, I have something for you.”
“What?” She turned to me. “What is it?”
“A surprise. You have to wait and see.”
“Derek. If you got me something—”
“I did.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
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