by Abby Angel
Without even bothering to listen to them, Derek just turns on his heels and allows himself to be escorted out of the room by his security personnel.
Oh fuck, what the hell just happened? I must be fucking dreaming. After everything that happened between the three of us, I simply can’t comprehend why Derek would do something like this. This is fucking insanity.
I pace around my living room without knowing what to do (or even what to think). Two glasses of whisky later, there’s something that brings me down to Earth: someone’s knocking at my door.
Loosening my tie, I make my way toward the door and open it, already knowing who’s on the other side.
“I don’t understand,” Eliza says, her words frail and quivering. There’s a sad glint in her eyes, and her makeup is smeared: she was crying on the way to my place.
I don’t even say a word: I just wrap my arms around her and pull her inside, holding her tightly as a violent sob takes over her. She buries her face against my chest and I stroke her hair softly, laying a gentle kiss on her head.
“I don’t understand,” she repeats, pulling back from me. There are tears streaming down her face and, fuck, seeing her like this is enough to break my heart. Derek’s lucky he isn’t here, or else I’d give him the beating of his life. “Why? Why would he do something like this…?”
I simply shake my head, not knowing what to say. She bites on her lower lip, looking at me as if she hopes I know what to do.
“It must’ve been Wanda,” I whisper and, the moment my ex-wife's name falls from between my lips, I realize there’s no other way to explain this. She was already pulling Derek’s strings before all this and, somehow, she’s still doing it right now.
“She … she came to me. She told me she would do anything … she wants my money and she … God, I never thought she’d do such a thing. And Derek!” She falls into my arms again, and I hug her tightly, breathing in deeply and allowing the scent of her body to calm me down. Somehow, having her in my arms has erased all the stress that ran through my veins like poison. As long as she’s with me, I know that everything will be alright.
“I promise you…” I find myself saying, the words blossoming in my mouth. “I’ll always look after you, Eliza. Always.” She looks into my eyes for a long moment, and then she just nods.
“I believe you…” she whispers, resting her delicate hands on my chest. “I believe you. But Derek… I don’t understand. I thought I could trust him too.”
“I know, Eliza, I know… but Wanda is a dangerous woman and she has dug her claws into him. You know... before I met Wanda, Derek and I used to be friends,” I say, sighing as I remember what happened so long ago, how that monster of a woman destroyed a friendship I thought was eternal.
“Friends? I didn’t know. What happened?” she asks me, wiping the tears from her face with the back of her hand.
“Me and Derek, we met at college… Hit it off right from the start, and we even started working as interns for Carter Jeffries together. But then Derek started making serious money, and that drew Wanda’s attention. The moment she laid her hands on him, it was over. He stopped taking my calls and, next thing I knew, we had become strangers.”
“Just like that…?”
“Just like that,” I nod. “And I think that was exactly part of her plan. Because one year later I met Wanda at a party… And, fuck, I hate to say it, but she cheated on Derek with me. We were friends, and she turned us into enemies…” I offer Eliza a sad smile, remembering how much of a fool I was. “She played us, and she took quite a chunk of both our fortunes as she left us.”
She looks at me, surprised, and I caress her cheek with the back of my hand, brushing my thumb over her lips. “I just thought that… that things could be like they were before Wanda showed up. All these years, I missed Derek. And now he’s gone again…”
“Is it true, then?” she asks me in a whisper, and I know exactly what she’s talking about.
“Yes, it’s true. Me and Derek, we fucked,” I tell her and, hell, it feels good to be honest. It feels good to trust someone this much and be able to reveal who I really am.
“I was never sure, but I had my suspicions.” She smiles at me, and then she’s the one brushing her thumb over my lips, her eyes locked on mine. “You wanted him, and he wanted you.”
“Yes,” I merely say, losing myself in her eyes. “Ever since I met him I … felt different around him. And I always thought that he felt the same. But we were young and foolish … and we just hid our true feelings from each other. But what happened a few days ago, it was inevitable.”
“I know,” she whispers, one of her hands over my chest, feeling my heartbeat. “And I’m glad it happened. I really am.”
“You’re… glad?”
“I am. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it's that you don’t put chains around the ones you love.”
Leaning in, I place one hand on the nape of her neck and brush my lips against hers. “I just wish you were there with us when it happened,” I tell her with a smile, and her lips open up into a grin.
“I wish I was there too.” She runs her tongue between her lips, and then bites down on her lower lip. “I wish I could’ve seen you together… how was it…? Tell me.”
“It was… amazing,” I admit, grinning back at her. “We kissed, we sucked, we fucked… We did it all, Eliza, no holds barred. I ran my hands over his naked body; I kissed his delicious lips… I did everything I wanted to for so long.”
She looks at me with her lips slightly parted, and she doesn’t need to say anything for me to know that she wants me to continue.
“And his cock… I don’t need to tell you how good he is, do I? You know it as well as I do.”
“I do… I do.”
“If only you were there…”
“I love you,” she says out of the blue, pursing her lips together and simply allowing these three words to explode in her mouth. “I love you. I love you so much, Carter. We’ve lost Derek … let’s not lose each other.”
Love—that word hits me like a brick, and a sudden realization explodes in my mind: I love her. I love Eliza with every fiber of my being.
And she must know it.
“I love you too,” I whisper back at her, my heart suddenly drumming a song of happiness. “And you won’t lose me. Not now, not ever.” I smile at her, all worry and sadness washing away from me. Even though Derek left a hole in my heart, the joy I’m feeling right now is enough to hide it from sight.
Placing both my hands in Eliza’s waist, I pull her into me and crush my mouth against hers.
Derek might not be here with us, but right now all I need is Eliza.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Eliza
Surrender.
That’s what I do when Carter takes his mouth to mine, our lips locking as if they were designed with that one purpose in mind. I turn on the couch so that my body is pressed tight against him, his hands running up the side of my body, and the moment I feel his touch on me… It’s as if all the sadness and desperation that engulfed me just moments ago simply faded away.
It’s all there, of course. Underneath the joy I’m feeling right now, there’s a pang of loss to it; but being here with him, our love finally out in the open, it helps.
“I love you,” I repeat, these three words feeling like honey on my tongue. I never believed in love, but now… Now I’m a convert. I guess all I needed was to meet the right man, the one capable of breaking through my barriers and strong woman posture, and get to the little girl that lives deep inside me.
“I love you too,” Carter whispers back to me, running his fingers through my hair as his eyes meet mine. Never breaking eye contact, I rest one hand on his chest and then let it fall down… My fingers go over his belt, and my heart tightens up inside my chest as I flatten the palm of my hand over his crotch, feeling how his cock becomes harder and harder with each passing second.
“I want you… I want you right now,”
I continue, curling my fingers around his bulging shape and giving it a gentle squeeze. Then, without giving him enough time to react, I climb on top of his body and straddle him, throwing both my arms over his shoulders and pressing my forehead against his. “I need my daddy right now…”
“And your daddy needs you,” he replies, taking his hands to my ass and squeezing my cheeks, a burning sensation spreading from my pussy to the rest of my body. Without even thinking about what I’m doing, I hike my dress up to my waist and then press my crotch against his, feeling his cock pulse against my pussy; without wasting a single breath, I start swaying my hips back and forth, rubbing my wetness against him and allowing desire to take over my mind.
I move my body as if his cock is already inside of me, bucking my hips at him so fiercely that I can’t help but let short moans tumble out from between my lips.
“Your cock… Give it to me,” I whisper, leaning forward and pressing my mouth against his ear. He digs his fingers deep into my ass cheeks as I say it, moving his hips so that his crotch meets mine with all the pent-up lust raging through his body.
“I can’t wait…” he starts, pushing each word out from his mouth as if they weighed a ton, “to be… inside… your tight pussy.” Letting go of my ass, he rests his hands on my knees and then slides them to my inner thighs, pushing my dress up as he does it.
Sitting back, my ass resting across his legs, I open up the necessary space for me to reach for his crotch. I grab his belt with trembling fingers and, without taking my eyes off of his, I unbuckle it; I push his zipper down and then he does the rest. He pushes his pants and boxer briefs down to his knees, his hard cock springing free in a fraction of a second, and then he grabs me by the ass and pulls me into him once more.
I close my eyes as I feel my pussy pressed against his naked cock, my soaked thong the only barrier between the two of us. A barrier which Carter makes short work of, with one hand once more on my inner thighs, he flicks my thong to the side and, using his free hand, he angles down his cock so that its tip is brushing against my folds.
Swallowing hard, I purse my lips in anticipation, and no words need to be said. We just look into each other’s eyes and, moving our bodies at the same time, we guide his cock home, sheathing it up to the hilt inside my pussy. I throw my head back and close my eyes as I feel his shaft making its way inside of me, Carter’s thickness stretching me wide in such a way that I can’t help but moan.
Before I had his cock inside of me, my body moved in a rhythm driven by anticipation but now… Now pleasure has erupted all over my body in full force, and now both my body and mind are responding in kind. With Carter’s twelve inches buried deep inside of me, the tip of his cock pressing against my G-spot, I’ve lost all semblance of control; I’m like a puppet right now, my strings being pulled by an unseen force. A force made up of lust, desire, and an unbridled eagerness to be fucked like every woman should be. Because, make no mistake about it, every woman should experience, at least once in a lifetime, a man like Carter or Derek. Not only do they have gigantic cocks but, more important than that, they know how to use them; and that makes all the difference in the world.
Trust me, I know what I’m talking about.
Pressing my chest against his, I bury my fingernails in the muscles of his back, doing it so hard that I might draw blood. He doesn’t complain, though—all he does is groan while, at the same time, he grabs me harshly by the ass and thrusts upward, impaling me on his cock with all his strength. And, from one woman to another, let me tell you… Carter really knows how to use those 12 inches of his. Because, you know, there’s a difference between knowing how to use one’s cock, and knowing how to really use it … and, in that department, Carter is a real winner.
Thrusting upward, he slams his cock so hard into me that I can’t even think straight. I buck my hips at him with the same rhythm, my pussy burning more and more with each passing second. Sliding his fingers over my ass, he then caresses my ass crack with his fingertips, pulling at my thong and pushing it to the side. He moves his index finger up and down the length of my crack, always lingering over my asshole and, every time that happens, I feel a high voltage current running up and down my spine, electrifying every single one of my thoughts.
What happens next is inevitable.
Carter presses one finger against my asshole while, at the same time, he thrusts so hard that my body has no other option but to surrender to ecstasy. Closing my eyes, I let moan after moan escape from my lips, an orgasm raging through my body and beating every single one of my nerve endings into submission.
“Oh God, oh God,” I repeat over and over, my brain short-circuiting as it tries to process the pleasure consuming him.
“God has nothing to do with this,” Carter whispers against my ear, hooking his fingers on the straps of my dress and pulling them down my shoulders. He pushes my dress down to my waist, bunching it up, and then leans forward and buries his face in my cleavage, running his tongue on the valley between my breasts. His hands slide up from my ass to between my shoulder blades and, losing no time, he unhooks my bra and yanks it off my body with one quick tug.
My skin prickles as my hard nipples reveal themselves and, allowing instinct to kick in, I lean forward and press my right breast against Carter’s mouth. Parting his lips, he allows my nipple inside his mouth and twirls around it with his tongue, lapping and sucking at it hungrily.
“I want more of that cock of yours, daddy,” I find myself whispering, softly rocking my hips against him and trembling as I feel his thickness pulsing against my inner walls.
“Of course you do,” he replies, softly allowing my nipple out of his mouth and looking me in the eye. Turning around, he lays me down on the couch, and that without taking his cock out of my pussy. I lace my legs around his waist, pulling him into me, and tangle my fingers in his hair.
“I can’t get enough of you, I just can’t,” he breathes out, his mouth finding mine. We kiss in abandonment, our tongues dancing around one another as Carter starts building a slow rhythm, gently sliding his cock in and out of me. Our lips don’t part as he fucks me, our mouths hungry for a kiss while our bodies devour each other.
Our rhythm starts slow, but it doesn’t take long for it to grow into something else. Before I know it, Carter is already pistoning into me hard, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead. Pulling away from his kiss, I press my forehead against his and just look into his eyes as he fucks me, his cock relentless moving in and out of my pussy. Our bodies are locked together and, in their frenzied pace, they become one. I know, I know… Such a chichéd thing to say, but it doesn’t make it any less true.
“I love the way... Daddy’s cock fills me up,” I whisper, my lips against Carter’s hair. My hands go around the side of his body and I claw at his back, running my fingernails along the ridge of his spine. “I love the way… Daddy fucks me,” I continue, digging my fingernails deep into his flesh.
“Fuck, Eliza… You drive me crazy,” he replies with a groan. “You and this tight pussy of yours,” he continues, his thrusts becoming so fierce that, even though I open my mouth to offer him a reply, all that leaves me is a hard scream of utter delight.
“D-don’t stop,” I finally manage to say, shutting my eyes as I feel my pussy tightening around his shaft, electricity pooling in my muscles. I can feel the pressure building up on the back of my mind, and it’s as if a fuse has been lit… There’s an orgasm looming on the horizon, and it’s coming for me with a promise of violence and pleasure.
When it finally explodes inside of me, it’s as if my own soul has caught fire. My legs and arms grow limp, and I let go of Carter as my muscles start to twitch and spasm, a seizure of pure ecstasy taking over my body.
Arching my back, I let the orgasm ripple through me, waves of fire and electricity consuming and devouring me with an intensity I only found out could exist the moment Carter and Derek stepped into my life. But now there’s only Carter and … no, I can’t go there
. I can’t start thinking of him right now.
“More,” I breathe out, pushing Carter back and forcing him to sit up. I need more of his cock; it’s the only way I can purge these thoughts of Derek, push them out of my head.
“I like that word… More,” Carter tells me, grabbing me by the hand and pulling me up. Then, moving fast, he turns me around and makes me go on all fours. He knees down behind me, his fingers digging into my hips, and then presses the tip of his cock against my aching pussy.
He runs his cock along the length of my pussy lips, teasing me but never actually thrusting. He does it for a few seconds only, but that’s enough to be moaning hard, my body begging for his cock.
“Please,” I whisper, trying to thrust back against him. Ignoring my plea, he just keeps on brushing the tip of his cock over my pussy and then, no warning at all, he feeds one inch of his huge member into me. Once more, I try to buck my hips back at Carter, but he resists and just allows one more inch to slide into me.
“Oh, God, please … just fuck me,” I moan, and that does it. Holding me by the waist, he thrusts his cock deep and hard, his 12 inches sliding all the way inside my pussy in a fraction of a second. I close my eyes as I feel my eyes rolling in their orbits, and that while Carter runs one hand around my waist and goes for my clit, pressing down on it with two fingers. Fucking me while he strokes my clit, each movement of his like one from a well oiled machine, it doesn’t take long for me to feel another orgasm start to build inside of me.
God, only a man like Carter could do this to my body… It’s a miracle how he works me with his cock, with his tongue and fingers… He knows exactly what to do, and when to do it, to unleash hell upon my body. And it feels absolutely perfect. A gift from the heavens, in the shape of a 12-inch cock.
