10 Commandments

by Angel, Dark

  Slowly, he slides his cock out, but only to bury it in me again. He starts slowly, the whole notion of time fading away as he thrusts. Seconds stretch into minutes, and minutes into hours. Eternity is at my fingertips, his body on mine the most perfect thing I've ever experienced. And when he starts to thrust harder I almost explode, a cascade of moans climbing up my throat and rolling over my tongue. Not only does he go harder, but he goes faster too, his thighs slapping my ass with such strength that the sound of flesh on flesh fills the whole room.

  Lacing my waist with one arm, he lets his hand fall down to my pussy, two fingers reaching for my clit. The moment he applies just a tiny amount of pressure there, I can’t help but let out a scream so loud I’m sure I’m going to have a sore throat tomorrow. But who cares?

  I come like a madwoman, pushing my hips back at him with such ferocity that he has no other choice but to slide his cock deeper than before. I grit my teeth as his shaft lodges itself inside me, all of his length pushing back against my inner walls. My forehead is still pressed against the wall, all my muscles burning and trembling with pleasure as I succumb to a perfect orgasm. I take a deep breath, ready to rest for a few seconds, but he doesn’t even allow me that: before the orgasm has subsided he’s pistoning into me again, his body moving with such perfection that I just wish for him to keep going like that for all eternity.

  “Oh, God…” I mutter to no one in particular, my arms growing so weak that I have to support myself with my forearms against the wall. Still with his fingers on my clit, he starts to circle it with fast movements, charging my whole body with that sweet electric current of delight.

  “Come for me, Cara,” he says, his voice pushing me toward the edge. “Do it… Don’t hold back.” Just like that I come again, hissing through my gritted teeth as my body starts to convulse. I feel spent and exhausted but somehow I’m still aching for more.

  “More…” I beg of him as he starts to slide his cock out of my pussy. “I want more…”

  “Don’t worry, I’m not done yet,” he says, placing both his hands on my waist and turning me around. I turn on my heels quickly and, now facing him, our eyes lock. His expression is one of insatiable hunger and I realize that, from this point on, I won’t have to beg him to fuck me anymore.

  Moving fast, he places one hand under my right ass cheek and, spreading his fingers wide, forces me to lift my leg up. I lace it around his waist and over his ass, pulling him in; he comes willingly, grabbing my other ass cheek and lifting me up from the floor. Crossing my legs behind his back, I place my straight arms over his shoulders as he angles his cock so that it’s aiming right at my pussy. With a grin full of lustful promises, he thrusts, his cock parting my inner lips in the blink of an eye.

  This time he doesn’t build the rhythm—no, he goes all in right from the start, moving his hips so furiously that it’s almost impossible to tell when he’s thrusting in or thrusting out. He leans in toward me and kisses me, his tongue immediately finding the way between my lips; our tongues wrestle against one another as our bodies move in a violent dance of sin and lust.

  I’m not innocent or naive, and I have a fair share of experience under my belt, but this… Oh, this is something else entirely. I’ve never been fucked like this, so hard that it feels like blue flames of ecstasy are licking me from the inside out, threatening to scorch every single nerve ending I have.

  It’s funny, actually—the first time I saw Derek I put him down as just another pretty boy model who was only after one thing. Sure, he was hot and all that, but I had no idea that he was a God among men.

  The first time I saw him, he was talking with Sienna. Just a new model, another pretty face among many. But it’s not about the face, or the cut abs, or any of that nonsense, is it? It’s about something else.

  Derek quickly derails my train of thought by going even faster—somehow, he’s still able to do it, his thighs moving so fast that it should be physically impossible. Still with his hands holding me by the ass, he pushes my cheeks apart, moving one hand slightly he reaches for my ass with one finger and starts to caress it slightly, my brain almost exploding with the sensory overload. His cock ravaging me, his finger on my hole, his chest pressed against my hard nipples… This is too much.

  I scream like a banshee, the muscles in my neck straining to accommodate the violence that climbs up my throat. The moment he feels my body tensing up, he presses his finger against my ass more harshly and slides it in halfway, my ass clenching around it.

  Instead of letting me savor my orgasm, he simply keeps thrusting, feeding one more inch of his finger into my ass. My hands turn into claws and I bury them in his back, hard enough to draw blood. He doesn’t even register it: he simply keeps fucking me as if he needs to do it in order to survive.

  Scratching his back, my eyelids droop as I feel my eyes rolling in their orbits. The pleasure that rages through me is so intense I still can’t believe I haven’t passed out yet. Do you think I’m exaggerating? Well, if you do, then you’ve never been with a man like Derek. Seriously, I never believed that such intense pleasure could even exist in this world.

  His cock flies in and out of me at a furious pace, ravaging me completely as my muscles keep on spasming as if I were having a seizure. Riding pleasure’s peak, I start feeling another wave of ecstasy coming for me; two heartbeats later and it crashes against my mind, scorching all of my nerve endings and making my body go limp. If he wasn’t holding me, I’d just collapse onto the floor like a used rag.

  Somehow, even though I can barely feel anything aside from the fires of pleasure, I notice his cock spasming harshly inside my pussy. He’s on the edge as well, and it’s a good thing too; I doubt I could endure one more minute of such delight. Who knew that pleasure could ever be too much?

  I sigh deeply as his cock starts to twitch uncontrollably, gushing his warm seed deep inside of me. He stops moving his body as he comes, filling me up to the brim with thick ropes of white cum. He keeps cumming for what seems like an eternity, gushing so much cum that it starts dripping out of my pussy and pooling on the floor at our feet.

  Slowly, he lowers me down as his cock finally stops spasming. He pulls it out of me gently, a shiver going up my spine as he does it. I lean back against the wall, tilting my head back and breathing deeply; his hand goes down the side of my body and, when I open my eyes, he’s on his knees. Our eyes meet and a savage grin burns on his face immediately. Without warning, he leans forward, pressing his mouth against my pussy; reacting by sheer instinct I lay my hands on top of his head as he licks my folds, scooping his own cum.

  “Oh, God…” I whisper, his lips sucking my folds dry. He jabs at my insides with his tongue, pushing it past my inner lips and using it to lick his cum. Pulling back, he goes up to his feet, his eyes never leaving mine. He doesn’t say a word, he just leans into me with slightly parted lips, his cum making his mouth glisten.

  I close my eyes as he kisses me, pushing my tongue inside his mouth. His salty flavor inundates me at once, and I just have to open my mouth wide. I take all the cum he holds inside his mouth, feeling thick drops of it dripping down my chin. When my mouth’s full, I finally pull back, my heart almost ready to burst.

  “Swallow,” he says with a wicked smile, drops of cum still hanging on his lips. I don’t even filter his command; I just do it. I swallow every single drop of cum, feeling its harsh manly flavor burning down my throat. “Good girl,” he tells me, leaning into me for one final kiss.

  Derek Kane, you’ve been around Sienna and me for so long … but where the hell did you come from? And why am I just discovering you now?

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