Show & Sell: A Dark MFMM Romance

by Abby Angel

  But he deserves the benefit of the doubt. If I’m willing to make enemies of the District Attorney, the least I can do is follow some game to walk across a deserted bridge.

  It’s actually pretty neat - walking all by myself down the bridge. I mean, I can see the city behind me as a hive of activity, but the stark emptiness of the bridge takes me aback. It’s very surreal.

  And that’s where the red carpet starts.

  I swear to you - there’s a red carpet going down the center of the walkway of the Brooklyn Bridge.

  It’s a nice, plush red carpet. The kind they roll out for royalty. Or the ones they use at the Oscars. I start walking on it.

  Seriously, I’m not joking - this carpet stretches past the horizon. That’s because the bridge curves and I’m on the lower side, walking up.

  My hearts beating at the sheer excitement of the intricacy to this mystery, when I stop.

  There are now rose pets on the red carpet. White rose petals against a dark red velvet carpet. And on each side of the carpet are rows of cherry blossoms in giant white planters. They create a hallway of sorts, covering me in a beautiful world in the heart of the city.

  I think about texting Derrick again, but clearly there is more to this mystery than what I’ve found.

  The cherry blossom trees on each side of the red carpet get thicker and plusher as I advance farther through the bridge and by the time I’ve gotten a quarter of the way across the bridge it’s hard to see past them at the East River.

  Soft classical music is playing from somewhere and all of a sudden, I notice strings of lights are surrounding the trunks of the cherry blossoms because they all light up.

  Between the music, the rose petals, and the lit up trees - not to mention the red carpet I’m on - I’ve been transported to some other world. I’m no longer walking down the Brooklyn Bridge in New York City. I’m somewhere magical.

  This has all the hallmarks of Derrick. But to do this, for me, it literally takes my breath away.

  And there he is, standing in the middle of the bridge up ahead, maybe 200 paces from me.

  I quickly increase my pace and almost break out into a run.

  I stop as I get closer.

  There’s a table with two chairs and a candle that he stands next to.

  But that’s not what stops me short. It’s what he’s wearing. The full military dress uniform of St. Livy. It fits him like a glove. His eyes are piercing and he has some very light stubble - but his face is so rugged and firm, his body so perfectly made. His wide shoulders spread back, he’s waiting for me like some kind of modern day God.

  I slow down as I approach him. He takes a step towards me and I stop completely.

  He’s silent. So am I. I want to see what he’s up to. I don’t have long to wait as he comes up to me - his body inches away.

  “Daphne Apple,” he says to me. I look up at him and lose myself in his eyes all over again for the first time. “I love you.”

  Oh gosh! I’m dead and I’ve gone to heaven. I’m the happiest girl in the world.

  I have no idea what’s coming.

  “You rescued me from myself,” he says to me as he takes my hand in his and brings it up. “Without you, I would have self-destructed so long ago.”

  I don’t know what to say, so I stay silent. “Each day, I remind myself just how lucky I am that an angel like you is in my life.”

  Wow. But seriously, if Prince Sin is doing all this to get in my pants, I should probably tell him that he has nothing to worry about.

  And that’s when he gets down on one knee.

  Oh, my.

  Actually, let me rephrase that really quick, okay?

  Yeeeeee!

  This is really happening!

  What do I do? What am I wearing?

  Is there any of that onion bagel in my teeth?

  I love him so much.

  What am I going to say?

  I swear to God, I can’t breathe.

  I love him so much.

  Oh my God! Sorry, I mean, OH MY GOD!

  This is so amazing.

  I love him so much.

  I hope you realize that was all at once and took roughly about a second to go through my head. But guess what? I’m such a good girl that outwardly I’m very calm.

  At least I hope so. He’s saying something.

  “…I don’t want to continue pressing my luck every day, Daphne. I don’t want to ever lose you,” he’s saying to me. Wow. Each word is burning itself into my memory.

  “I want every day to be the beginning of the rest of our lives. I want to hold you and protect you for the rest of our days, if you’ll do me the honor. And if you’ll let me, Daphne, I would like the privilege of trying to make you as happy as you’ve made me in the last several months.”

  Oh my God! I love him so much. There’s no question now what he’s going to ask.

  Really, I hope I flossed. Do I have coffee breath?

  He’s pulled out a box from somewhere. He’s opened it, and there’s a ring. With a diamond. Geez, that’s a big diamond. It’s so beautiful. It’s big. But so tasteful and elegant.

  Kind of like his cock? It’s like the Derrick-cock of diamonds?

  The man is proposing to you! Now is not the time to be thinking about his cock!!

  Actually, I’m so wet. It’s insane.

  “Daphne Apple,” he says. “Will you do me the honor and privilege of consenting to be my wife so that we can spend the rest of our lives in the happiness we have now?”

  How did he ever become so articulate? I’ve tamed him and created a monster!

  I’m so happy!

  My heart is about to burst!

  I can’t speak!

  “Yes,” I whisper.

  The roar of the city - while in the distance - is still loud enough to drown me out I think.

  “Yes,” I say louder. Derrick hears me and begins to smile.

  “Yes!” I say, just in case he didn’t hear me. He takes the ring out.

  “Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” I repeat, giddy with happiness, just in case he didn't understand. It’s like I’m a happiness volcano and it’s all rushing out. I don’t know if I’ll ever recover.

  He puts the ring on my finger.

  I don’t even know how to react. Do I kiss him? Do I hug him? Do I scream out in pure ecstasy? Everything seems like the right decision!

  I bite my lower lip, trying to stop myself from crying, and grab his hands on mine. He gets up, his eyes locked on mine. I don’t even know what else I should say! But it doesn’t even matter - he makes words meaningless as he leans into me and kisses me.

  “Yes?” He asks as he stands with a huge smile planted on his flushed face.

  “Of course!” I yell to him.

  Why would he think for one second I would say anything else? I’ve wanted to spend every day of my life with him since our first night together. We live together for Christ’s sake!

  “I love you,” he whispers on my lips and I feel like I’m floating in my very own fairy tale.

  He kisses me with a new passion, a dangerous level of love in the way that he grips my neck, leading me.

  “I love you more,” I challenge and he twists his face as if I’ve said something completely absurd.

  “Let’s go home,” he links his fingers through mine and leads me back through the construction tape.

  “How did you plan all of this?” I ask as we make our way to the waiting Bentley limousine.

  “Anything for you, love,” he shrugs before opening the car door for me.

  Once Derrick settles into his seat beside me, he pushes a button and a dark partition rises, separating us from the driver.

  “Come here,” the words are barely out of his mouth before he’s pulled me onto his lap, yanking my fitted skirt over my hips so I can straddle him comfortably. With his hands gripping my ass, he slides his tongue in my mouth, as I begin to grind my pelvis against the bulge in his pants.

  Without words we both
express our lustful desires, our passion pouring out of us.

  I seriously cannot believe this has just happened. Am I dreaming? How has this become my life? And don’t you dare look down your nose at me with those judgmental eyes. I know I’ll have to tell him the truth about me, but can’t you see I’m a bit busy at the moment.

  “Take these off,” Derrick whispers in my ear before nibbling on my neck.

  “No,” I say, which is quite rare and his face reflects the unusualness for him to hear the word.

  “What do you mean?” He literally asks me what I mean by the word no as if he’s unfamiliar with the saying.

  “I want to wait until we get home,” I explain in a whiny tone. I don’t want our first time after our engagement to be restricted by his driver listening in.

  “Are you serious?” He looks on in disbelief.

  “Yes, baby. I want it to be unforgettable,” I reason, my waist still winding away, as he grips my ass, pulling me closer to his favorite part of himself.

  “Every time is unforgettable,” he reminds me. And it is. There’s been no shortage of amazing sex between us and I never feel shorted regardless of where we have sex. But, I don’t know, something is different today and I want to have him in our bedroom, the bed we share every night.

  “Please, baby,” I ask with pleading eyes and his jaw tenses. He can never reject my puppy eyes.

  “Fucking hell!” He throws his head back before leaning over to lift a phone from a hidden receiver.

  “Yes, get me home as soon as fucking possible. If we’re home in less than twenty minutes I’ll double your salary,” he says curtly before slamming the receiver down.

  “Don’t be mad at me,” I run my fingers through his hair as I lean forward, running my tongue up his neck before biting his earlobe.

  “I could never be mad at you, especially not when you’re doing that,” he pulls my hair back, giving himself free reign on my neck and begins his own teasing. Derrick’ tongue is a fucking magician the way it works so delicately and swift. He brings my body to life with his tongue and then zaps the zest from me with that deadly cock of his.

  “Ooh, I like that,” I moan, rubbing my clit against his growing erection as I grind against him.

  “I know what you like, love,” he smiles that gleeful smile of his that reminds me of him when we were children and he was carefree.

  “I like you,” I shoot back and he takes my mouth as his hands work to free my breasts from the chiffon blouse that’s giving him so much trouble.

  The second he’s opened the blouse, he leans me backwards, taking my full breast into his mouth, and I’ve got more than a mouthful. He’s massaging me with his mouth, his tongue twirling in circles before his teeth lightly graze my sensitive skin. I could cum from this alone, that’s how good it feels, and my body is responding, grinding harder against Derrick, which causes him to bite me harshly.

  “Oww!” I yell.

  “Are you trying to make me cum in my fucking pants?” He blurts out and something about the look on his face and the stiffness of his cock between my legs just sends me into uncontrollable giggles. Taking advantage, Derrick begins tickling me as I try to convince him to stop through my laughter.

  This is what makes every moment we spend together so special, we just have so much fun enjoying each others company. There’s never a dull moment when I’m around him, he makes everything fun and exciting. Even when he’s doing something he doesn’t want, like torturing himself with extended foreplay in the back of his limousine, he still makes me laugh.

  “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life listening to your giggle,” he says once he’s finally stopped his tickling attack, his eyes burning through me.

  “When did you become so romantic?” I wonder aloud, but before he can answer, I grab his hair, pulling him to me, pressing my lips to his like my life depends on it. My blouse is ripped, my skirt is hiked up to my navel, and my shoes are kicked off on the floor of the car somewhere. Ripping at Ander’s tie, I make light work of his buttons to expose the sculpted chest I love so much, leaning to lay kisses all over his pectorals.

  Before I know it, we’re turning down Billionaire’s Row, Derrick is growing antsy to get out of the car, but I’ve got other plans in mind. Just when we pull into the garage, I lean over to the phone he used earlier and pick it up.

  “Leave us. We’ll come up to the penthouse later,” I inform the driver before hanging up.

  “What are you doing?” Derrick asked outraged I’m making him wait any longer.

  “Relax, baby,” I whisper while running my nails down his chest until landing on his eager manhood. Slowly, I unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, allowing the caged anaconda to roam free. It springs to life, leaning against my belly as I lift onto my knees, reaching beneath my dress to push my panties to the side before lowering my soaking sex onto his erect length.

  “I thought you said you wanted it to be unforgettable,” he asks confused as I rock back and forth, sliding down his thick rod.

  “So, make it unforgettable,” I whisper in his ear, my body rocking forward and backwards as my legs lift me up and down. Derrick always takes a few moments to gather himself once he’s first inside of me. He once told me he has to focus so as not to cum the second he feels me. I can see him doing that now, his eyes closed, and I want to make him lose control before he ever gets started. Increasing my pace, I tug on his hair and slide up and down his cock rapidly.

  “Fuck!” He growls quietly, his body loving everything. His hands move to my hips, pulling me down, urging me to slow my pace.

  “Ahhh!” I moan, he’s so deep from this angle and without movement it’s like I’m stretched too far.

  “Slow,” he orders sternly, before loosening his grip so I can resume my rhythm. I begin slowly, sliding and winding, and Derrick laces my neck with sloppy kisses as the vibrations build in my belly.

  Once I feel my orgasm readying my body, I lift myself faster and fall harder, hungry for the fullness of him inside me. I’m such an addict for him, and the more I get, the more I want. It’s never enough.

  “Slow,” he warns me, but I’m not able to listen, my body isn’t mine anymore, I’m a slave to my orgasm.

  “I can’t!” I cry, my hands gripped around his neck as I chase my climax.

  “You need to cum already, love?” He asks with that cocky smirk.

  “Please, baby,” I beg and he licks the pad of his thumb before moving his hand between my legs, gently massaging my clit as I ride him faster and faster.

  “That’s it, Daphne. Keep going, baby,” he coaches me, lifting his hips to pump me with more of his cock on every thrust.

  “Yes! Yes!” I yell, rocking up and down, my climax right there, but I just can’t grasp it.

  “Now, Daphne,” Derrick orders calmly, and I close my eyes to focus. I’m at that perfectly pleasurable stage where I’m peaking just before falling over the edge of ecstasy, so I’m not complaining, but I want my release as well.

  “Fucking cum for me!” He yells and the tone and aggression in his voice is my undoing. I explode instantly, screaming in pleasure as the sensations shoot from every inch of my body.

  Derrick moves quickly, lifting me and turning my body so that I’m on my knees on the floor of the car, bent over the bench seats lining the limousine.

  “You’re going to cum again for me,” he growls before shoving his member into my creamy pussy from behind.

  I hate to pick favorites, but doggy style is just so good. He hits all of my hotspots from this angle and my body just sings for him. His hand is pressing into the small of my back, the pressure makes my clit rub against the soft leather seat and it feels incredible.

  “Derrick, baby, yes!” I moan, my body moving slowly to enjoy the friction, and thankfully Derrick lets me build slowly, because this position usually leads to him ravishing me immediately.

  “Take me, Daphne,” he says while sliding in and out of me, rolling his hips to create
a wave like motion with his cock.

  “I fucking love you,” he groans and my body turns up a notch, my next orgasm ready to make an appearance.

  Throwing my ass back, I force him to increase his pace and he happily obliges, again gripping my hips, pulling me into him as he pounds into my greedy pussy.

  “Oh God!” I cry, the vibrations building too quickly.

  “Ungh!” He grunts with every thrust, grabbing my hair as he continues to press down on my back, my clit now over stimulated, another explosion moments away.

  “Not yet,” Derrick abruptly slows down just when I was about to cum. I turn around with tears in my eyes. That’s how disappointed I was. I already told you I’m an addict, so what did you really expect. I need him. And I need my releases. Quite regularly actually.

  “You make me wait, I make you wait,” he explains in his throaty sex voice.

  “Please, baby,” I plead as he works me up again, the waves even bigger this time, but he says nothing, instead he just pumps me hard, his length is coated in my cream.

  “Fuck!” He bites and I think he might be losing control, so I rock back into him, grinding my clit against the leather, ready for my release.

  “Nope,” he slows again and I feel the tears at the back of my eyes, ready to fall. I don’t care how silly it sounds, or how irrational I look. I’m hormonal and horny. Yes, I know I’ve just cum, but this man has me on a ridiculous schedule with unbelievable expectations. It’s nothing for me to cum five times in a night, so please save your judgement.

  “Derrick,” I cry, angry but still desperate for him, so my treacherous body still rocks with each of his slow surges, happy when he increases the pace.

  My belly fills with strong waves when he begins pushing my ass down. I know he’s intentionally pressing my most sensitive spot onto the leather, the friction again driving me toward an orgasm.

  “You’re gonna cum so fucking hard,” he grunts as if he’s warning me about something I don’t know.

  “Derrick, please,” I beg him to finally let me cum when I feel myself losing control.