by Alexis Angel
He stares at me for a long moment, then lifts a brow and smirks, that fucking sexy smirk that just does something for me. “What makes you think I’m done with you?”
Oh my God. That dim pulsing in my pussy that I’ve felt all night suddenly amplifies into a needy throb. He’s not done with me yet? I ignore the voice telling me I’m walking a thin line here. Because I sure as hell need to know just what else he has planned for me.
I lower my eyelashes, an unfamiliar feeling coming over me. Something a little nervous. A little desperate.
“You aren’t done with me?” I whisper.
His eyes bore into mine.
“Fuck no, baby. I’ve barely gotten started.”
7
Derek
I edge closer to Sapphire, needing to get in her space, needing to feel her up against me.
The way her eyes flutter, all shy and innocent when she asks, “You aren’t done with me?” has me feeling unhinged.
What the fuck? I have no clue what’s going on, why I’m feeling this intense desire to find out more about Sapphire. Never in my life have I acted like this with a girl. Ever.
Not with a stripper, not with one of the gold-diggers who have tried to claw their way into my bank account by way of my cock—like that crazy chick in the limo. Not anybody.
But something about her … I don’t even know what it is.
The words are out before I can think about it. “Fuck no, baby. I’ve barely gotten started.”
It comes out like a growl, like I’m a rabid animal. And that’s how I feel. Like I want to tear into her, ravage her body in the best kind of way, feel that pussy wrapped around my cock while she screams my name.
Just like that, I know. I have to have her. Tonight.
I reach out again, my hands itching to bury themselves in her hair, to touch all those long brown waves that I can just imagine floating across my face as she hovers over me, riding my cock.
She jerks back when I rub a silky strand between my fingers.
“What are you doing?” Her eyes go wide. “You aren’t supposed to touch me.”
A slow smirk steals across my lips. “Didn’t hear you complaining a minute ago.”
She pauses, a half-smile on her lips. “Well, you aren’t supposed to.”
She swats at my hand, and I drop it from her hair, but fuck that shit. I’m not keeping my hands to myself. I let it fall to her thigh, arching my eyebrows as if I dare her to make me stop.
She doesn’t, and I trace slow circles on her inner thigh, chuckling at the way she draws a shaky breath. Her pink tongue darts out to lick her lips while her eyes fall to my mouth.
Fuck, this girl makes my body react in a way I’m not familiar with. Even though I just came—really fucking hard—I still want her. My cock is already hard as steel all over again, begging for more of her. I feel like my fucking blood is boiling, that’s how edgy she makes me.
“Doesn’t look like you mind all that much,” I taunt, my hand going an inch higher, still stroking light circles on her bare thigh. Her skin is so smooth and soft. I just want to bury my face between her legs and feel those thighs wrapped around my head while I lick her cunt.
“Just watch it,” she warns.
“Or what?”
After that private dance, I highly doubt she’d put up an argument, but still, her little bit of sass amuses me and I have to push the issue.
Her lips curl up at the corners, her eyes twinkling. “Then I guess I’ll have to break both your arms. Although it’ll be like having sex with the Venus de Milo.”
I let out a loud laugh. This girl. She’s something else. All I want to do is be around her. I’ve never cared about getting to know a woman before.
Sex. That’s all it ever is. When she just asked me if I always get to know my women, I could honestly answer no. But I didn’t want to question why it was different with her, so I deflected.
But fucking hell, she’s getting to me. Affecting my whole body on what feels like a molecular level, shifting and changing my very makeup.
Now that’s insane. I shake my head and smirk. “So you’ll have sex with me, but only if I don’t touch you. Is that what you’re saying? Got a bit of a dominant streak, do you, Sapphire?”
Now it’s her turn to smirk at me. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just tormenting you. Making you want me, knowing you can’t have me.”
And that’s part of the problem. I do want her. In ways that confuse me. I can’t understand why I’m sitting here talking to her, wanting to find out everything about her.
I lean in further, my hand going ever higher on her thigh. So high I can feel the heat radiating from her pussy, practically begging me to dip in and touch it. Taste it. Lose myself in it.
“I do want you. And I’m pretty sure I could have you.” I say this against her neck, my lips so close I can almost taste her.
Her breath comes faster, sexy little pants that remind me of how she sounded when I made her cum. She shakes her head in denial as she says, “Not going to happen.”
I don’t believe her.
There’s no way she can deny this crazy chemistry. This pull that has me feeling like I’m losing my mind.
“Is that so? I told you I wasn’t done with you.”
Her head turns toward me, just a fraction of an inch that brings us even closer. So close we’re breathing the same air.
I lift my hand from her thigh and reach up to her cheek, running my fingertips across the smooth skin and down her neck. Slowly. Tortuously. A shiver courses through her body. My fingers keep going, hovering so lightly over her that it’s just a whisper of a touch. Down over her tits that swell up, heaving with her pants that are coming harder and faster. Further down her stomach, dipping into the waistband of her thong to tease and torment.
She jerks back, eyes wide as she looks at me. I see the debate going on in those sapphire eyes. She wants this as much as I do. But she knows she’s not supposed to. I finally let my hand come to rest back on her thigh, so close to her pussy it takes every bit of self-control not to dive in and get lost.
She shakes her head slightly. “I don’t do this. Ever. Not once.”
“Do what?”
“This.”
Then she fists her hands in my shirt and closes the distance between us, pressing her lips to mine and shattering my last bit of restraint.
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.
“Oh God”! I scream. I know I can’t keep my juices from flowing; they are ready to flow out of me with every shudder of pleasure rolling through my body. Derek strokes my pussy even faster while he rubs the fuck out of my clit with the perfect amount of pressure, just the right angle. I try to hold back, but I can’t help but give into the ecstasy of his perfect touch. My entire body shakes with a full gale force orgasm, like a hurricane pulling me under in a pleasure spiral.
Derek pulls his fingers out of my pussy, and slowly pulls my face off his cock. Derek takes his cum-covered fingers and brings them to my mouth; I open my mouth gladly to lick and suck my juices off of his fingers.
“Mmm,” I moan against my taste on him.
Derek lifts me up as he stands up and throws me onto the couch. “Fuck, it's sexy when you taste your cum on my fingers.” Derek comes up around the back and grabs hold of my legs and brings them over the back of the couch, exposing my aching creamy pussy.
Lying on my back, my legs are spread wide open with my g string sticky with cum and glued to the inside of my thigh.
Derek takes that big head of his amazing cock and starts to spank my clit several times before he shoves my thong to the side and presses the thick head of his cock against my opening. He presses that monster cock into my pussy and I feel myself stretching to accommodate the incredible girth of him.
My pussy adjusts to his cock and Derek starts to thrust with a kind of power and stamina I thought only comic book heroes could have. With every stroke, I tighten my pussy around his cock.
God his cock buried deep feels so good inside my pussy, I feel Derek's strokes getting faster when he lifts my ass up higher off the back of the couch, to push his cock deeper inside me. Derek reaches his hand out and starts to caress my huge breasts with his fingers.
I meet Derek’s every stroke in perfect counterthrust, shoving my pussy and body forward to take everything he can throw at me. His cock is aching and throbbing deep inside my pussy. Derek is going to cum soon. I can feel his huge head starting to jerk. Derek pulls his cock out and takes hold of it. He sprays his cum all over my tits.
“Sapphire, you look so sexy covered in my cum.” Derek watches as I bring one of my nipples to my mouth and suck his creamy cum off the hard nub.
My legs are shaking. The primal, raw desire in my body to taste him, be marked by him, has me lost for words. I want to tell him that he’s the most incredible lay I’ve ever had – even if we’ve only just started – but something stops the words from coming and I realize I’ve probably just cum so fucking hard that I need to let myself recuperate for a moment.
Derek stands over the top of me as I try to catch my breath. He reaches for my hand and takes it in his as he pulls me to my feet.
Derek runs his tongue across my breasts, tasting his cum off of my skin. He slides further down, working his tongue over every inch of my body.
I can feel Derek’s cock starting to get hard again pressed against my thigh.
He kisses my pussy lips before parting them with his tongue; Derek slides his tongue deep inside my pussy. Derek leans back, his mouth open wide, as he pulls me down onto his face.
I go to work right away riding the fuck out of his face, so aroused by the idea of cumming all over his face. That magic tongue kissing my pussy like he kissed my lips before I carried him off to this room to fuck me is the perfect sensation on my sensitive folds. I grind my pussy right over his mouth like I'm challenging his tongue to keep up with my strokes.
I can tell Derek loves a challenge; he gladly accepts darting his tongue in and out of my pussy. Twisting and turning his tongue and sucking me, my pussy has never been treated so damn well, and I’m already concentrating hard on not collapsing from the sheer bliss of his mouth on my pussy.
I throw my head back as I let out a slow sexy moan as I start bouncing up and down on his face. I slide up and down on his face making sure he licks every inch of my pussy. I spin around without missing a beat and wrap my legs around his neck. I know Derek can feel my fingers and then my mouth wrap around the head of his cock.
“Mmm, fuck” Derek groans, his words vibrating against my sensitive folds and making me shiver.
My swollen pussy shivers over top of Derek’s face as he places his fingers right onto my clit and starts to pull on it.
“FUCK!” is all I can manage to say as I put my hands on his chest to balance myself; while he plays with my clit Derek slides me back down till I drop in between his legs.
Derek sits up, his face glazed with my cum, and he places his legs on the couch and pulls me until my pussy is on his cock. The sudden thrust inside makes us both gasp at how much he fills me up. With my legs wrapped around his back, I push him deeper. I run my tongue across his chest stopping to lick his nipples.
Derek lets out a moan and the sound could almost make me cum, it's so sensual.
Derek runs his tongue across my rock-hard nipples and pulls them into his
mouth. I feel the vibration of his pleasurable moan when he sucks on them.
I press the heels of my feet into his lower back as I grip his shoulders tighter.
I slowly run my tongue down the underside of his shaft making my way to his balls, still heavy with cum. Derek grabs hold of the back of my head, holding it in place as I tighten my mouth even more around his cock.
Derek holds onto his moan for as long as he can, but he can't contain it anymore, the moan or the big fucking load aching to explode out of his cock. Derek lets the cum shoot out into my mouth; I gulp it and still can’t keep up with the massive amount that his cock releases. Derek runs his fingers along the corners of my mouth to catch the cum that drips out.
Derek places his fingers in his mouth and licks his sticky goodness off of them. By the look on Derek’s face, he must think he tastes fantastic. I continue to leave my mark on his cock. Working my mouth harder as each shot fills up my mouth. I know Derek can feel my hands playing with his balls, I crave his load, and I want it all too.
Derek is going to give it all to me, all of his cum every ounce of it. I want Derek to feed it to me with every jerk of his cock. Derek falls back flat on his back, lying there lost in the sense of sheer bliss as I continue to drain his cock of his pure essence. Derek surrenders to his human nature the sheer lust of the task at hand. I finally release Derek’s cock from my greedy mouth and sit on his chest to let him watch as I stick my fingers in my cum-filled mouth and let my fingers play with his cum. I let it drip out of my mouth onto his chest just to take my fingers and touch them to his sweat-slick skin while I stare into his eyes like I'm looking into his soul.
Derek grabs my fingers as the cum drips from my fingertips of my sculpted nails. Derek brings them up to his mouth as he grabs the back of my head and pulls it backward, exposing my neck.