“Tell me it’s mine,” he grunts, grabbing a fistful of my hair so my head is pulled back.
“It’s yours!” I yell, his hand in the small of my back, pressing hard so that my back is arched beyond belief.
“Ahhh!” I call out. His cock is stretching me to my max, and his pace is off the charts as he slams into me over and over, my breathing completely out of whack.
“Tell me!” He hollers before slapping my left cheek harshly.
“It’s yours, Derrick! I’m yours!” I scream, my body surging backwards to meet him at every thrust, hungry for more of him as I chase my next orgasm.
The worry has appeared in my stomach, my body knows another climax is coming, and it feels like this one will be even more intense.
Gripping onto the edge of the table, I launch the lower half of my body backwards, bucking like a wild animal for more of him.
“Fucking hell!” he yells as he slams into me, releasing my hair to hold onto my hips with both hands.
Pulling me like a rag doll, he slides me on and off his rod as I hold onto the table for dear life.
“You’re gonna cum with me,” he instructs but I’m lost in a chorus of moans.
“Do you hear me, love? Don’t you fucking cum!” He hollers and I’m utterly confused because I don’t know how the hell he expects me to stop the explosion from happening.
“Hold it!” He yells as if reading my mind.
“Ahhh! I can’t!” I moan, my body on the brink of climaxing at any second.
“Fuck!” He bites out before increasing his pace even further, ramming my front vaginal wall just the way I like it, over and over, again and again. I’m lost in ecstasy as I fight to hold back the release. Now I see why Derrick does this every time, the sensation as I fight to remain in control is almost as pleasurable as when I finally let go.
“Just like this, baby!” He yells, his hips now rocking crazily, I know he’s close.
“Derrick!” I cry his name out in pleasure, this is the best feeling in the world.
“You feel fucking amazing, baby!” He groans, gripping my hips even tighter as his release builds.
“Oh fuck!” I plead, losing control of my vibrations.
“Almost!” He bites out the word, his cock slamming into me so fast my moans are inaudible.
“Derrick!” I cry as the pleasure becomes unbearable. I can’t hold on any longer.
“Now!” He yells, but I’ve already begun to descend into a spiral of intense ecstasy, my legs shaking uncontrollably as the orgasm rattles me to my core.
“I’m cumming for you, Daphne,” he groans just before he begins to spasm inside me, shooting another load of that creamy spunk.
“Ohhh,” I sigh, as my legs buckle beneath me, but Derrick holds me up, his pelvis still rocking forward as he empties out.
“Milk me, love,” he begs and I clench my pussy to squeeze his tip as he groans in delight.
“Give it all to me, baby,” I say over my shoulder looking back at him as he’s lost in his own orgasmic high.
“Oh fuck!” He growls when his hips finally stop, his climax.
Together we sink to the floor panting as I fall into Derrick lap and he wraps his arms around me. There are broken plates and cups just feet from us on the other side of the table.
“You got a little aggressive with the dinnerware,” he teases and we both laugh in unison before kissing deeply.
“You make me very happy,” I say while staring into his eyes and if I’m not mistaken the Prince actually blushes a little.
“You are my happiness, Daphne,” he begins before kissing me softly and continuing. “I didn’t know what happiness was until I saw you.”