Beginning of an Eclipse (SIN CITY HEAT SERIES PREQUEL)

by K, S

  Darrell reached down and pushed her hair away from her face so that he could observe every second of her feasting on him.

  “Yes, baby. Suck it….just like that.”

  He tightened the grip on her hair to hold her in place and slowly started fucking her mouth with just the head.

  “Damn,” he muttered before pulling himself out of her wet mouth.

  She looked up at him and smiled. “Is that a good ’damn’ or a disappointed ’damn’….” From the look on her face, Darrell knew that she knew he was seconds away from losing control.

  He lifted her up until her long, shapely legs circled his waist. “That was a ’damn’ that said I’m one lucky muthafucka…”

  Roni's laugh was low and sexy as she nibbled his neck. “The bedroom's that way…” She pointed up the stairs to his left.

  “Fuck a bedroom.” Darrell growled and lowered her to the shiny cherry wood floor. He pushed her legs back towards her chest, effectively opening up her folds and showing him the secrets of her garden. He quickly disposed of his pants, his eyes never leaving the spot between her legs. “I need to be buried about ten inches deep inside of that pussy right now.”

  The last words came out hoarse and strangled. Roni arched her back and reached down to open her lips for him before pushing her fingers deep inside the recesses of her opening. Darrell paused when he saw her remove fingers which were covered with her honey nectar. She smiled provocatively when she saw the way he watched her fingers disappear into her mysterious beyond.

  “Mmmmm…..” she moaned. “It feels so good baby….” She pulled her fingers out and held them up to him to sample her flavor.

  After Darrell licked her fingers clean, he locked eyes with her and slowly pushed his dick inside of the tight entry way that he knew would take him directly to heaven. Her vaginal muscles snapped around his shaft in a vice-like grip and kept up a steady squeezing and releasing motion, massaging his dick to ecstasy.

  “Darrell…!!” Roni brought her teeth down over her bottom lip as she felt him stretch her open. “Wait. I can’t….”

  “Yeah, you can.” Darrell had known she would be tight but this was fucking crazy. He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth with the effort it took not to ram his dick inside of her to the hilt. He was determined to make it good for her.

  “You feel so good, baby.”

  Hooking her thigh underneath a trembling bicep, Darrell braced himself by planting his other hand on the floor beside her head. Slowly and steadily, he continuously worked, circled and twisted his hips until he was almost completely inside of her.

  As Roni adjusted to his size, the pleasure began to outweigh the pain. She relaxed and started to move with him until they settled into an erotic fuck rhythm. When he pushed into her she undulated up towards him, milking his pipe with her inner muscles. Darrell did a lazy grind against the hard nub of her clit her until her pussy tightened and contracted around him as the waves of another orgasm hit.

  “That’s right…cum all over this dick.”

  Darrell slowly increased his pace. Roni’s eyes stretched wide as she looked at him with an expression of disbelief. She never would’ve thought he could get any deeper than he already was. On a mission, Darrell put his back into each stroke, finally able to impale every single inch inside of her.

  “This pussy was made just for me, Roni! Tell me you know this!” Through gritted teeth, he punctuated each word with deep thrusts.

  Roni was out of her mind from pleasure. “I-I do! Baby, oh God, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

  Darrell kept tapping her clit like he was playing a favorite song in his head until she joined in. Roni whimpered until he made her fucking purr as he rode her spot. He stroked her pussy until she screamed for him to stop. By the time he let himself cum, she’d lost count of the number of orgasms she’d had.

  Darrell's entire body trembled from the force of his explosion. He held her still as he pumped his load until he was spent and empty. They remained connected as aftershocks ran through their bodies.

  Darrell touched his forehead to hers as they both tried to control their breathing. He gave her soft kisses as she smoothed her hand over his hair and across the nape of his neck.

  Without a word he stood up with his dick still firmly lodged inside of her. Roni flexed her PC muscles and smiled when he flinched.

  “Oh, you gettin’ cocky now, huh?" Darrell asked on the way to her bedroom. "Feelin’ yourself a lil bit….” He shivered as she sucked on his earlobe.

  “I handled that dick, though, didn’t I?”

  Darrell's loud bellow reflected his surprise at her statement. “You did, you did. Hope you ready to handle some more cause we just gettin’ started.”

  “You don’t see me running, do you?”

  Darrell raised a brow as he stepped into her bedroom, choosing not to remind her of the way she just finished begging him to stop. He had always loved a challenge, and he had a feeling he was just scratching the surface with Roni. Plus, the confidence he heard in her voice turned him on. He smiled as he kicked the door shut.

  “Let’s do this.”

  Chapter 7

  At Roni’s insistence, they tried to keep the relationship under wraps, but anyone who saw them together noticed the change in dynamics between them. It was electric.

  They both agreed that when they were at the club or doing business they would keep the professionalism intact. It was as simple as that.

  Their resolve was put to the test the week they returned to work after that first amazing weekend. The attraction was so strong it was as though they hadn’t just spent the last forty-eight hours sexing each other. Roni was in her office fantasizing more than she was working. Her body tingled when she thought about the sexual acts she’d allowed him to indulge in. She couldn’t wait to indulge some more.

  Roni had been married before to, ironically, a much older man twenty-five years her senior. The love she shared with Frank had been a true love, a fulfilling love, and although they received a few snide remarks and stares, she was sure it was nothing compared to what would be directed towards herself and Darrell if people found out they were dating.

  When Frank had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer six years ago, Roni had been devastated, but tried to stay strong for him. After opting for chemo, he was in remission for a year before they were given the news that the cancer had not only returned, but spread. The specialist gave him three months to live, but Frank fought hard and lived for five months before he died.

  Other than Bryan, Roni had no other family. It took a long time for her to get over Frank's death. Eventually, she was able to do so, but refused to allow herself to become seriously involved with anyone else; she promised to never make herself vulnerable to that kind of pain again. Sure, she'd had relationships, but nothing long term. Subconsciously, she was still Frank’s wife, and no one had come along to make her feel otherwise.

  As far as this thing with Darrell was concerned, right now it was new and exciting and, sexually speaking, he made her feel things she‘d never even dreamt was possible. But when it came down to it, that’s all it was. Sex. Mind blowing, out of this universe hella good sex - at least that’s what she tried to tell herself.

  Bryan was the only one who knew about her and Darrell. Others probably speculated that something was going on after the way he practically pulled her out of the party Saturday night, but they couldn’t prove it. Darrell didn’t feel as if they should go out of their way to hide the fact that they were feeling each other. He said it was nobody else’s business, and she knew he was right, but still...

  Exhaling, Roni straightened in the chair and turned to her computer. She was determined to make a dent in the mountain of paperwork on her desk, and that wasn’t happening with her thinking about attacking Darrell Monroe’s sexy ass.

  However, that little pep talk did her no good at all when Darrell walked through the door thirty minutes later. All thoughts of work immediately flew out the wind
ow. He looked so good!

  Roni’s lips parted as she ran her eyes over his body. His physique alone was enough to make a woman's imagination work overtime. The black fitted t-shirt molded and highlighted the toned muscles of his chest. He had the sleeves rolled up, calling attention to his thick arms. Her eyes dropped to the tailored black pants which were molded to his lower body like a jealous lover. The fit of them brought attention to the prominent bulge of the hard-on he sported.

  With her eyes still riveted to his crotch area, Roni asked “What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t coming in until later this afternoon.” That’s really what she’d been counting on because by then, she planned on having her hormones tightly under control. With him just popping up like this, he’d caught her when she was horny and yearning for him to break her off some of his ‘good good’.

  Darrell leaned back against the door. He’d been watching her since he stepped into the room and knew exactly what she was thinking. “Come here.”

  Roni’s swallowed the lump that had suddenly formed in her throat and squeezed her crossed legs tightly together. Down girl, she warned her purring feline.

  She shook her head in answer to Darrell’s request, or rather, demand. “We talked about this. Not at work.” Roni meant for the words to come out quiet, but firm. Instead, she heard the slight pleading in the deliverance of the statement.

  Darrell pushed away from the door and slowly took a few steps. He didn’t say a word just crooked his finger in a ’come here’ motion.

  “We cant.” This time her voice was a hesitant whisper.

  Darrell stopped several feet in front of her desk. “Soooo, you gonna make me ask you again?”

  “Darrell….” When he raised an eyebrow, she nervously looked around the room until she let her eyes fall back on him. Blowing out a short sigh, she got up and walked over to silently stand in front of him.

  Darrell cocked his head to the side. “Am I bothering you? Would you prefer it if I left?” He leaned his head down until his lips were a hair’s breath away from hers. Roni waited for the promised kiss, but he moved back an inch out of reach until she answered.

  Roni wanted to scream from frustration, but bit back the surge of impatience. “No. You’re not bothering me.”

  Darrell’s eyes went over her hair, noticing how smooth and neat it was. That wouldn’t do.

  “Take your hair down.”

  Roni frowned. Now he was going too far! She was not taking her hair down, and was getting ready to tell him so, but one look into his gray eyes and her hands said 'screw you'. Before she knew what was happening, hair pins started dropping to the floor. She fluffed the soft dark strands then ran her fingers through her tresses until they fell past her shoulders.

  Darrell’s mouth relaxed into a smile as he slipped his hands around her waist and pulled her to him. Her reward was a hot, wet, steamy kiss that left her whimpering and weak from the first touch. Her palms rested on the hard wall of his chest. She felt the rapid thumping of his heart and inwardly smiled; she affected him just as much as he affected her.

  Darrell nudged her backwards while continuing to pilfer her mouth with his tongue. He didn’t take anything that Roni wasn’t willingly, eagerly, and freely giving him.

  “I want you….”

  “Mmhm….” Roni was lost in the sensual maneuvering of his tongue around hers.

  “Can I have you?”

  “Mmhm.” This time the affirmation was more definite. She felt her butt hit the edge of the desk.

  “Can I fuck you anyway I want?” His lips went to that spot just underneath her ear that drove her crazy.

  Roni ran a hand down the back of his soft, tapered cut. “Mmhm….” A warm dampness steadily began to pool between her legs. She knew the panties would need changing before it was over.

  “Where’s the remote for the stereo?”

  “Hm?” Roni's frowned at the odd question.

  “The remote….” Darrell captured her bottom lip between his lips and gently sucked. “Where is it?”

  Roni pressed her body closer to his. With her eyes still closed, she pointed in the general direction of where the remote was. She uttered a soft protest when he left her to get it. Pouting, her eyes followed him. “Why do you want that?”

  Darrell picked up the remote and came back over to her and sat it on the desk behind her. The next thing she knew, he spun her around with a gentle control and bent her over the desk. In the blink of an eye, he pulled her skirt up over her ass and exposed her dainty, white panties.

  “Darrell…!” Lust and the throbbing ache screaming from between her legs had Roni in a befuddled haze. “What are you doing?” Dazed and confused, she tried to lift up, but he placed his hand on the small of her back, allowing her to only rise up a couple of inches.

  With his other hand, Darrell yanked her panties down to her thighs. His eyes lit up when he saw the twin round globes of her ass exposed for his pleasure. He rubbed his hand up the smooth skin of one side then down the other before delivering a quick, sharp slap to her left cheek.

  Roni jumped and screamed in surprise. “Ow! Darrell…!!”

  “Tryin’ to deny me this pussy, Roni?”

  “What?!”

  He brought his hand back again and popped the right side in a stinging smack. Darrell smiled when Roni started struggling in earnest now, more pissed off than anything.

  “Got dammit, let me up…!” She wiggled her hips around trying to get from under the large hand that still effortlessly held her pinned down to the desk.

  Darrell rubbed his hands over the now warm skin of her ass. “This….” He squeezed a handful of ass cheeks. “All this….belongs to me.” He journeyed down further and ran his fingers over her pussy which was saturated with her juices. “Every inch of this is mine. We on the same page 'bout dat?”

  Roni couldn’t help the soft, wanton mewl that escaped through her lips. Darrell continued to rub her pussy with arousing caresses before inching his fingers up to circle her clitoris. The sounds coming from Roni were positively carnal. He pulled his dripping finger back and ran it between the crease of her ass. Roni instinctively clenched her cheeks in protest when Darrell rubbed his wet index finger over her second pleasure hole and gently pushed, trying to gain entry.

  “Let me in, Roni….”

  “Darrell….” Roni knew she should protest, but….she wanted his finger there.

  “Come on, baby.” Darrell continued to coax and cajole until Roni relaxed her tensed buttocks. She nervously curled her hands into fists as he slipped his finger inside her ass.

  “You like that?”

  Roni could feel the wetness from her pussy smearing her inner thighs. She moved her head in what she hoped was an affirmative nod. Apparently it was because Darrell continued doing it, and this time, Roni moved back against his seeking finger. He pushed her shirt up and leaned down to sprinkle soft kisses along the curve of her spine while fucking her ass with his finger.

  “You’re so sweet, Roni,” he mumbled against her skin. Darrell replaced his finger with his thumb and caressed the fleshy fullness of her clit with his middle finger. “So sweet and so fucking sexy….” Roni was eagerly grinding against his finger, mouth agape, face twisted in euphoric pleasure. Her hips moved in small circles as she undulated in a sinuous and fluid body wave.

  “B-baby….I’m gonna cum….” Her eyes were closed tight as she began to ascend the heights of passion and pleasure.

  “That’s it baby. That’s it….” Darrell urged. Reaching for the remote, he pointed it towards the stereo and turned the volume up sky high so that music filled the room and masked any noise made from within the office.

  “Oh God…!” Roni was almost there. Almost...

  In a low, sexy voice, Darrell whispered dirty words in her ear. “Next time, this is gonna be my dick instead of my finger…..”

  “Uhhh….!!” Roni was at that precipice of ecstasy.

  “It’s gonna feel so good when I fuc
k your ass .”

  “Ohhhhh…!”

  “I'm goin’ deep and hard.”

  The orgasm crashed into Roni and took her breath away. She felt was freefalling off a five hundred foot cliff.

  Darrell's thumb furiously worked her spot. “That’s right baby, fuck this finger the way you gonna fuck this dick…..”

  As Roni’s screams harmonized with the music blaring from the speakers, Darrell unzipped his pants and freed his stallion which was chomping at the bit to enter her and run wild. He pulled his thumb out of her ass and shoved his dick into her quivering pussy at the height of her orgasm. With one hand on her shoulder and the other clenching a fistful of her hair, he pounded her pussy and made it cry out his name.

  Darrell lifted one of her legs on the desk and held it in place as he went even deeper. Her juices gushed and squished every time he pushed inside of her, creating a masterpiece of a melody that enhanced her high pitched screams. When he came with her the last time, he added the finishing touches to the music they were making with moans that rumbled and flowed from deep inside his gut.

  Violently jerking, he let loose his body’s milky cream. It mixed with her cum to run down her leg in a slow trickle. After he’d emptied the last of his pleasure, he rested his head on her back and inhaled gulping breaths of air.

  When Darrell pulled her up and held her close, Roni could barely stand. She circled her arms around his waist and let her head fall on his chest.

  Darrell kissed the top of her head. “Damn…”

  Chapter 8

  As with any new relationship, there were inevitable bumps and bruises along the way that slowed them down a bit. Roni was usually a very cool and confident woman. She’d attracted male attention all her life because of her delicate beauty. Poise and grace from her years as a model were innate, which is why she was surprised at how jealous she found herself becoming during Darrell’s performances with Men of Fantasy. In her head, she knew it was his job, hell she‘d brought him into the business, but her heart was a different story.