by Abby Angel
“Fuuuuuuck,” I say with a moan, leaning my head on his shoulder and closing my eyes.
Derek’s lips brush against mine.
“Can you go another round baby?”
I roll my hip experimentally and realize that Derek is still rock hard inside me. My body is limp and I feel drunk off of pleasure, but there’s no way in hell that I’m missing out on the full Derek Stackford experience.
“Of course I can, can you?”
Derek doesn’t answer; he just wraps his hands in my hair and pulls my head back to give me a long, deep, wet kiss. Derek breaks our kiss to lift me up and places me on all fours across the limo seats. Derek’s cum is leaking down my thighs and he drags his fingers through it. Then I feel his long, thick, cum-covered fingers slipping between my cheeks and sliding into my ass.
“Yes,” I moan as he pushes two fingers inside of me, filling me up even more than I thought possible, even though that enormous cock was just fucking me.
“God Eliza you’re so tight, it's going to feel so good.”
I push back eagerly against his fingers as hot sparks of lust shoot up my spine. The sensation of his fingers in my ass while I’m on all fours, splayed out like this for him, makes me dizzy with lust. Derek's other hand reaches around to play with my clit. I push back harder and faster, fucking myself on Derek’s fingers. It feels so good and I can feel that familiar pleasure starting to creep through my veins again, but before it can really take hold, Derek pulls his fingers from my ass.
I’m about to protest when I feel his tongue lapping at the edges of my hole. My fingers ding into the dark leather beneath my hands. Derek works his tongue in and out of my hole until I’m rocking back on his face, moaning. The combination of Derek’s tongue in my ass and the feel of his face all over my pussy because of my rocking is enough to make me feel like I’m going to fall out like a starfish and collapse, but the pleasure rising higher within me urges me to challenge my stamina and get fucked like I will never forget.
How can one man fuck this much?
How can one woman cum this much?
Two important questions that are rhetorical now, too, because Derek’s tongue is replaced by his cock so swiftly that I barely have time to react. The intense fullness is inescapable and erotic. My body responds instantly, pushing back against him and fucking him up my ass so fully that I shout out from low in my throat, louder than the previous screams from the night. Max can hear us, God can hear us, the dead can hear us, but I don’t care because Derek’s got his cock up my ass and one hand's applying pressure to my abdomen while the other slides so many fingers in my pussy that I almost pass out. This is fullness. The kind of fullness that makes my body feel complete in a way I didn’t know it was lacking before.
Fuck, every hole in my body does belong to Derek tonight. I almost want to tell him that, just because of how good this all feels. How perfect. But even if I was going to, I’m mumbling out moans that are cut sharply short when Derek picks up the speed. His teeth graze my lower back and I roll my hips on him, swaying back to capture every thick inch of that monster cock so deep in my ass that I can’t breathe. It's unrelenting and perfect, and I just keep fucking back while he fucks forward. We’re slamming together with a force that I’ve never felt before, and even though I’m so utterly spent, all the same I can’t quit. Not until Derek does. Not until we both drop and look at each other with the carnal satisfaction you give someone with the wicked glint in your eye. You know, the one that says, hey, you tried to kill me with your cock tonight and that was super.
“I could write a song about how perfect fucking your ass is, but you’re already singing the best one,” Derek says, and I can hear the smug look on his face right now. It turns me on so damn much that when his fingers drag over my clit, I don’t expect it, and it knocks the wind out of me with the sheer intensity of my orgasm.
“Holy fucking hell,” I cry out, shivering around him like I’m sitting above a jackhammer.
“Exactly,” Derek says, and I hear how close he is.
His strokes get longer and Derek fucks me so fast and hard, his cock turning to steel, and I think he’s going to fill up my ass and I’m so turned on by the thought.
“Your dress is going to stick to you, Eliza,” Derek says, and I realize what he means. I brace myself for the impact of his cock unloading in me, the intensity of his cock is such that I feel like my body is on fast-forward or something.
I squeeze my eyes tight and he pulls out of me, stroking himself hard and fast as jet after jet of thick white cum gushes out of his cock and splashes onto my back. I remain frozen in place as he cums all over me, the warmness of his seed coating my skin like a blanket. When he’s finally done, I make as if to move but he grabs me by the waist and forces me to remain still.
“What are you --?” I start, but I don’t get to finish my sentence. A moan explodes in my mouth as I feel his tongue running up the length of my ass crack, its wet tip tracing soft circles around my hole and scooping up whatever cum is dripping down out of it. “Oh, God,” I moan in a low tone, my eyes rolling in their sockets as Derek licks me dry.
“Fuck, I could skip dinner every single day,” he finally says as he pulls back from me and collapses against the seat, his head thrown back against the headrest. Sitting up, I do the same, a wild and exhausted on my lips.
He’s right – I wouldn’t mind skipping dinner every day if that meant we could devour each other bodies.
Ah, the perks of having a stepfamily.
Chapter Fourteen
Good Day, USA
Donna:
Hello and welcome to Good Day USA. I’m your host today, Donna Gomez-Rivera.
Jamie:
And I’m also your host, Jamie Buchanan.
Our top story today is discussing the main topic of conversation on the minds of millions of New Yorkers.
Donna:
That’s right. And that question, quite simply is who is Eliza Seymour fuc—
Jamie:
I think you meant to ask, who is Eliza Seymour dating right now!
Donna:
Err … right. That’s exactly what I meant to say. I forgot for a second we’re on television. So the question is more than dating, because let's not forget that this is Eliza Seymour we’re talking about.
Jamie:
That’s right. This man-eater doesn't waste her time. She’s probably not looking for love. She’s said so many, many times before. But that was before she left for Paris. Maybe she’s changed? Who knows, but one thing has to stay true. Someone like Eliza doesn’t go this long without sex.
Donna:
So that only means that there is a lucky guy out there in New York City who is having his way with Eliza.
Jamie:
Or two.
Donna:
That’s right. This is Eliza we’re talking about. So there very well could be more than one man who is pumping his love stick into Eliza Seymour. We never know with her. But what we do know is that had this been the same heiress before she left for Paris, it would've been splashed all across the front pages of every tabloid in the city.
Jamie:
Everything would be captured. All the way up to the very last intimate sexual detail of what went on in the bedroom. But that's not the case this year. Dare I say that darling Eliza is now a bit more refined and mature in her dealings with men?
Donna:
She’s probably still the same freaky girl behind closed doors, but it looks like at this point in time, she’s no longer parading herself in front of the press.
Jamie:
Which makes us sad. Our ratings are definitely better when the cameras catch her on her knees.
Donna:
Nevertheless, what we know is this. Eliza has to be doing someone. Whether it’s multiple people or not, we simply don’t know. That by itself is a big thing because normally by now, we’d be all over the story. Which means that she's playing everything closer to the vest.
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bsp; Jamie:
It could be that she’s being more cautious considering that she’s trying to demonstrate that she has the ability and temperament to be custodian of her family fortune.
Donna:
Which would make her very responsible and grown up.
Jamie:
Exactly. Something you don’t normally associate with Eliza Seymour. You know what that means?
Donna:
I do. That just means that whatever is being hidden is probably juicy, juicy, juicy. Something scandalous and taboo!
Jamie:
Which means, viewers, you can rest assured that we’re not going to stop until we figure it out and can bring it to you!
Donna:
We won’t let you down. But sadly, that’s our Operation Eliza Watch segment for today. We’re cutting to commercial break, but when we come back, stay tuned as we chat with Aidan Stone and the remarkable career transformation of this one time romance cover model and his 12 Inches!
Chapter Fifteen
Derek
It hardly seems possible that a woman as fucking perfect as Eliza has fallen into my life.
You know when things seem too good to be true? That's what I'm talking about.
Before Eliza, I went through women quicker than you change your nail polish. She may be my stepdaughter, but now … well, let's just say she's the only woman on my mind, and you know what? I feel on top of the fucking world. Like I'm standing on the spire of the Empire State building.
It's a good fucking feeling.
All of the small things that normally drive me fucking crazy and can derail a day—like people taking their time crossing the street, or when I step on a wet floor in my socks, or seeing people eat with their mouths open—none of that made me flinch this morning.
I even absentmindedly applied shaving cream to my toothbrush, and you know what? I shrugged it off. Can you fucking believe that?
This morning I walk up to my office wearing my favorite dark gray Tom Ford suit, and I'm feeling like a billion fucking dollars. Fuck, I’m practically skipping, if you can fucking believe that.
I nod at the receptionist and give her a quick smile as I head into my office and close the door. I sit in my leather chair, and lean back, breathing in the euphoria of it all, thinking of Eliza—her seductive perfume, her firm tits in my fists, my mouth resting on the pulse of her neck as it flutters beneath me, her deep kiss, her moist lips wrapped around my cock, and—
My thoughts are interrupted with a knock on the door. It's a quick tap, and I know who it is.
"Come in!" I call out, and the door opens.
"I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Stackford," my secretary says. There's a worried look in her eyes. "But I think you should check your inbox."
My inbox? What could possibly be so fucking important that my secretary is urging me to take a look? It's out of character.
"Thanks, Julie. I'll go through my messages now."
She gives me a quick nod, and exits just as quickly as she arrived.
As I wait for my laptop to power on, I pull out my cell phone and scroll through my messages. Just as I'm wondering what the big fuss is about, I see it … the message that she's referring to. This is definitely what she was referring to. It's addressed to me, but Julie is cc'd on the message.
Carter … that fucking bastard, I say to myself.
Instantly, I feel my pulse kick into high gear.
The subject line of the email reads: "Pump and dump?"
When I open it, I see it's an alert from one of my hedge fund managers. The email reads:
"One minute, stock in Global Dynamics is through the roof, and now? It's hemorrhaging, Derek. This is really bad. What's going on?"
Sure enough, I look up the price for the stock and I see that it's plummeting. It's sinking as fast as a lead pipe in a swimming pool.
I know that Carter is the majority shareholder at this company. He must've dumped a large number of shares, but why?
And then it hits me.
Of course. He’s fucking getting back at me … for being with Eliza.
Suddenly, my phone starts ringing with investors panicking and wanting answers. It's amazing how quickly your day can fucking change. I look at the QuoteTracker software on my computer and I see the stock spiraling out of control right before my eyes. I'm watching the numbers and it feels like a giant, granite bolder has lodged itself into the pit of my fucking stomach.
You know that feeling you get when a roller coaster throws you over that first peak and your stomach feels like it's falling out from under you? That about sums up what I'm feeling right now.
Calm down, I tell myself. Calm the fuck down. I need to think rationally.
Remember when I told you that I was competitive? Well, I meant it, and I'm not going to sit here and let Carter get the best of me.
I'm going to stop the bleeding. Right now.
I call up the manager and ask him to buy up all of Carter's shares.
"Are you sure you want to do that, Mr. Stackford?" he asks, disbelief in his voice.
"I said do it!" I shout, slamming down the phone. My patience is running thin. If I'm going to prevent this run, I have to act fast.
I know Carter is trying to get back at me. I pick up my phone and dial my secretary.
"Julie, find out where Carter Blake is," I instruct.
"Right away, Mr. Stackford," she replies.
I hang up the phone and sit back in my chair. I look out across the city skyline just outside of my office windows. Carter is out there somewhere, and I'm going to find him. Within a minute, Julie calls me back.
"I have some information," she says.
"Go on," I say, pacing my office now like a caged tiger.
"Your spy … in Carter's office … has informed me that he's going to be visiting Eliza this afternoon to go over some financial matters."
Hearing that news makes the blood in my veins boil. It takes me a minute to realize that my fists are balled and my jaw is clenched. That slimy, two-faced, backstabbing fucking bastard. He doesn't realize what he's in for.
That's all I need to know.
"Thank you Julie," I say, and I hang up the phone.
Fucking with my company is one thing … and now he thinks he can go and weasel his way back into Eliza's life? That's a fucking joke.
I knew he could be a coward, but I never took him for a fool.
If it's a fight he wants, that's what he's going to get.
Carter Blake, I’m fucking coming for you.
And it's not going to be pretty.
Chapter Sixteen
Carter
If we were talking about any other woman, I’d be long gone by now. But this is Eliza Seymour, my stepdaughter, and the most beautiful woman I’ve ever come across. Even though she went out with Derek, I haven’t been able to shake off the spell she has cast on me.
And that’s exactly why I’m in her office now, sitting across from her with a pile of documents as a wall between us. Even though my rule has always been to never mix business with pleasure, I can’t help myself. It seems that whenever I’m around Eliza, whatever rules I think to be in place always tend to vanish.
I have no idea where this is going, but hell, just being here with her … that’s more than I could’ve asked for, even if we’re just going over numbers.
“Most of it looks promising,” I tell her, pushing another stack of papers across the desk toward her. Despite her age and apparent lack of experience with the market, Eliza has a keen eye when it comes to detail, and it seems like she didn’t waste her time at Wharton. At 25, she’s better than most analysts I’ve come across during my career, and that shows in some of her investment options.
Besides, she also likes the investment options I’ve laid out for her, which means I might get the millions I need to see my company through the storm. It won’t take long for Illicit Pleasure quarter sales to be reflected in their profit margins and, once that happens, I’ll be back in the
game. All I need to do is keep afloat while that doesn’t happen.
“I told you, I’m not a teenager,” she responds, but despite her words, there’s a soft smile on her lips.
“I never thought of you as one,” I respond in kind, reaching across the desk and grabbing her hand, squeezing it in mine. The touch of her skin makes me slightly dizzy, and I’m taken back to when my naked body pressed down on hers, my hard cock buried deep inside her tight pussy.
“I know,” she grins, narrowing her eyes and looking at me in that devilish way of hers. The way she looks right now makes all the memories I’m reliving right now become even more vivid, and I can’t help but tighten my grip on her hand. My eyes climb down from her face to take in the round swell of her breasts and, next thing I know, my cock has grown into a hard rod of steel. “The way you handled me before … I can’t stop thinking about it, you know?” she continues, turning her every word into a maddening cocktail of lust and desire.
“That makes two of us,” I reply, my voice growing heavy and loaded with anticipation. We’re alone now, and we only need to lock the door so we can have a bit of privacy. And God, I need her, I need to have her; I need to --
“What the fuck, Carter?” A loud voice breaks through the fog clouding my mind, and that after I heard the doors to Eliza’s office swing open abruptly. Reacting on sheer instinct, I let go of Eliza’s hand and go up to my feet in the blink of an eye, my hands already balled into fists and more than ready for some action.
