“I’m always dreaming of you,” he says with a grin, his hand going around my waist and lodging itself between my thighs, right above my pussy. “Especially when I’m awake.”
Pressing his long fingers over my pajama bottoms, Derrick grabs me by the ass with his other hand and pulls me into him fiercely. In less than a heartbeat I become wet and ready to go. Well, I mean, I’m always ready to go whenever I’m near him. Just look at him: every single inch of his body shouts sex and lust!
He tugs on my short pajama bottoms, making them slide down my legs. I should be worried that I’m now standing half-naked on the balcony of an apartment that overlooks the whole city… But I don’t care. in an instant, he has his hand pressing over my soaked thong, rubbing my clit over the fabric. I bite my lower lip, squirming in place as my heart starts to race. God, I need to feel him inside of me.
I take my hands to his neck and pull him into me, pressing my mouth against his; I push his boxers down frantically, his cock springing free and glorious, and I start grinding against it. I have to close my eyes as I feel his thickness rubbing against my pussy, the sweet pressure there almost driving me insane with desire. He pushes the small patch of fabric that covers me to the side and, before I even know what I’m doing, I’m grabbing his cock by the root and guiding him where I truly need to feel him.
With my fingers tightly curled around his cock, I brush his tip against my labia, softly swaying my hips from side to side. I’ve been awake for less than five minutes and I already have his cock on my pussy - I really can’t ask for more.
Before I can even process what he’s doing, he cups my ass and, in a swift motion, lifts me up. I place both my arms over his neck as I cross my legs and hold him close, his thick glans pushing against my folds and slowly sliding inside of me. I close my eyes as I feel his long thickness straining against my inner walls, lazy waves of pleasure lapping at my still half-asleep mind.
As his cock goes as deep as it can possibly go, he takes one big step forward and pins me against the wall. I open my eyes and, looking over his shoulder at the NY city skyline, I can’t help but allow my smile of pleasure to turn into a devious grin - not long ago I was just a virgin and now… Now here I am, having sex with a more than perfect man on an open balcony, where anyone with a good pair of binoculars can watch every single movement that we do. And the amazing thing is that I don’t even care about it.
If anything, it only adds to the thrill.
I start to rock my hips, slightly moving back and forth as his cock goes in and out of me. I bite hard on my lower lip, each stroke of his like a nail of pleasure being hammered on my brain. The bustling sounds of the city fade away as he pounds me, his movements a silent symphony that overwhelms all of my senses. He keeps going like that until all of my thoughts simply vanish, my whole body a slave to the ecstasy he inflicts on me.
Before I even know it, I’m burying my fingernails on his back, my pussy tightening around his cock as fireworks go off behind my eyelids. I grit my teeth, clawing at the taut muscles on his back as I climax, every nerve ending in my body bursting into sweet flames of delight.
He puts me down with a grin, the look on his eyes telling me that there’s more to come. But before he has the chance to do anything, I grab his hand and drag him inside the room. Of course, he only allows himself to be led when he wants to… As it is, he doesn’t even let me get him to the mattress: he pushes me against one of the bedroom walls, pressing his chest against my back. I put both hands on the wall and jut my ass at him, anticipating what’s to come.
A hard moan bursts out of my lips as I feel him pressing his tip against my pussy, slowly sliding it inside of me once more. He starts slow and gentle, but soon enough his rhythm becomes wild and savage, his thighs slapping at my buttocks in a frenzy as he rams his cock deep inside of me without any kind of mercy. And, by God, do I love it!
I don’t even realize what I’m doing as I grab his cock and make him pull out of me; I turn to him in a flash, grabbing his hair as I press my mouth against his, savoring his lips as if there wasn’t anything more important than it in the whole world. As fiercely as me, he grabs my hair and forces my head back; I close my eyes as he kisses my neck, one hand of his grabbing at my breasts over the top of my pajamas. Guided by instinct, I lift my arms up and he immediately responds by taking the shirt off of my body.
I try not to, but it’s impossible - I moan loudly as he wraps his lips around my right nipple, sucking on it as he takes his hand and presses one finger
against my clit. My whole body is burning with desire, and I can’t help but desperately want him inside of me, to kiss him all over... I put both my hands on his chest and I surprise myself as I push him against the wall, pressing my body against his as I kiss him with an intensity I didn’t even know lived inside of me.
At first his eyes widen, a look of surprise as I jump on him; but then he grins at me, mischievousness all over his face. He kisses me back, a devastating fire behind his lips. I claw at his back as he grabs my arms and takes his turn, pushing me through the door and pinning me against the wall of the hallway as he holds me tight. Before I know it, we’re kissing, fighting and tumbling into the living room, our bodies dancing and yearning for sweet pleasure.
He grabs me by the waist and, using the untamable strength of his muscle bound arms, turns me around and bends me over the leather couch. I don’t even have enough time to close my eyes and grit my teeth - in half a second he’s on me, one hand grabbing me by the hair while the other rests on my lower back, his cock sliding inside of me in a single stroke. This time I don’t moan. Oh no, this time I scream. It’s simply impossible for me not to scream - his thick and pulsing member inside of me is making me boil, erasing every trace of rationality and forcing it to give way to maddening lust.
“Don’t --” I start to speak as I feel my whole body tensing, but he doesn’t need me to tell him what to do. One syllable out of my mouth and he quickens his pace, each thrust of his picking up speed. I grab the edge of the couch hard, pushing my ass back at him as he ravages my body. “Oh my God!”
I shake and tremble as my own soul shatters and explodes, pleasure coursing through me almost too violently. But still, he doesn’t ease up - he keeps thrusting and thrusting, coming at me until I can feel his own body ready to burst.
His cock starts spasming then and, in an instant, his warm juices start to fill me up. My body is still shaking in ecstasy as he keeps gushing his load, each spasm of his cock sending shivers up and down my spine. I stay still until I hear his hard breathing against my neck, his semen starting to drip down my legs.
He pulls out of me then and, breathing in, I turn to him.
“Now this is how you start your day,” he says with a wink and a grin. I smile back at him, my heart fluttering lightly inside my chest.
Oh, how I wish I could start every single day of my life like this.
* * *
My entire body is tingling by the time Derrick’ Bentley drops me off in Times Square in front of the News of the Times building. My mind is in some kind of a daze. Has that ever happened to you?
OMG. I’m not trying to be like passive aggressive and all. What I meant was that this feeling is so insane. I mean less than three months ago I was a virgin! So that’s why I was asking.
I honestly think it’s my body and it’s in like this funky sexual nirvana state because I’ve like cum so many times since meeting him. I mean Derrick and his cock have just taken me to a whole other state of existence.
I walk into the building, my mind hazy with pleasure and a delicious soreness tightening my abdominal muscles. I feel so relaxed, so sated, and so amazingly serene that I don’t even blink out of my sexually induced nirvana when I see District Attorney Samantha Scar standing outside Mike’s office waiting for me. Mike and Danielle Marlowe are standing there as well and all three turn towards me as I approach.
I should probably be worried, but a preternatural calm has overtaken me. Maybe this sexual bliss that I’m feeling is not such a good thing.
“There she is,” Samantha says, her voice sharp. “Prince Blaine’s biggest cheerleader.”