8
Ella
My lips close over Derek’s, and when he kisses me back, my whole body is on fire. My legs wobble—and I make a career out of my steady balance—and I’m melting. Fucking melting in his mouth, his tongue sweeping over mine, and the depth of the kiss makes me feel like the world is spinning around us.
When I come up, gasping for air, I grant both our wishes and I drag him off to the VIP room. I thought he was just fucking around but he actually started getting to know me and he told me, very seriously, that he wasn’t done with me.
So I haul ass to the VIP room, his hand in mine, and close the door behind us like we’ve just escaped a murderer. I’m panting like we outran one, but that’s because I couldn’t take another second of separation from him.
I look at him, standing inside the room, and it's like my eyes never worked before or something.
I take in every inch of Derek's body. This guy is gorgeous and built like a God. Everything about him says he is fun and pure fucking playboy.
Every time I come into this VIP room, it takes my eyes a minute to adjust to the soft black light in it. I love the red Italian leather couch that sits in the middle of the plush carpet floor.
On each side of the sofa are gold end tables that have claw-like feet that I love about a foot and a half off the ground.
I start to get lost deep in my thoughts, but Derek yanks me back to reality with the sound of his voice.
“Sapphire,” he beckons.
I step toward him and run my hand down his royal blue Versace silk shirt as I push him onto the couch. “Derek.” I say his name and look into
his eyes. I could get lost in their intensity. Incinerate from their heat. Drown in how wet they make me…
I can tell Derek is used to getting what he wants, but so am I and right now we have a mutual understanding that what we both want is each other.
I stand in front of Derek slowly winding my hips and caressing my breasts in front of him. Derek can’t help but stare at me while he bites his lip hungrily.
I'm such a fucking tease, throwing my head back as I lean over Derek’s face placing my huge breasts in his face.
Derek buries his face in between my breasts as he takes in the scent of my Dior perfume while I work my hips, grinding my pussy against his cock. We both have way too much clothing on.
I run my tongue down his neck while Derek grabs hold of my ass, spanking it and pushing that thin soft piece of material to the side to expose my ass. I know Derek can feel my body shiver as he runs his fingers up and down my back entrance.
Derek’s deep voice asks me, “How much do you want me to finger fuck you?” There is a sexiness to Derek’s voice that makes his twelve inches of rock-hard cock that is pressed against me feel even harder.
I love that he just lays that shit out there like that, too, because that’s who I am. I want hot sex and Derek’s speaking my language.
I take hold of Derek's hand, and I guide it right up to my ass. “What the fuck are you waiting for?”
I can feel his cock pulsing underneath me, that huge fucking head pressing into my soaking wet thong.
Derek’s fingers press into my ass and play steady and slow at first, but he picks up his pace once he feels my fingers down the front of his pants.
I grab Derek's cock and start to work my fingers all around that thick shaft. I bring my face away from his neck to look deep into his eyes as I slide down onto my knees to release his throbbing, rock-hard cock.
I hear Derek gasp as the cool temperature hits the head of his cock.
I look up at Derek as I continue teasing him with my tongue, running it over his head and then taking my time going up and down his shaft. With my tongue, I start tracing Derek’s balls. I can feel Derek slide his fingers from my ass and start tracing my pussy, sliding through my folds.
Derek starts rubbing my clit steady and quick with his index finger, and I moan at the sensations coursing through me. Derek’s fingers slide up and down my pussy lips. Once Derek slides his fingers deep inside my tight, wet pussy I know he can feel my whole body tense up with the lust thundering through me. My tongue stops mid-stroke on his cock because the sheer pleasure I feel has interrupted my focus on his cock.
Derek lets out a little smug laugh. “I knew I could have you cumming, and we’ve barely even started.”
“Oh yeah? Well I’ve barely started, too.” His smugness eggs me on a mission to deep throat the fuck out of his cock until he’s shuddering beneath my efforts.
Derek’s fingers curl into my pussy, stroking my sensitive G-spot in a way so good I think I’m impossibly wet now and getting wetter with every stroke of his fingers.