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As he filled me, he moved slowly and paused every time I’d breathe sharply in an attempt to adjust to his massive girth. It was hot watching him, because I could tell he was holding himself back. Once I’d finally adjusted, he began picking up his pace as he moved in and out of me. My hands came down to dig into his hair, and he quickly pinned them back up above my head with one of his big hands. With the other hand still in the mattress, he used it as leverage as he built up speed, and I could feel my heart begin to race for what was to come next.
His eyes burned into mine, and I could only imagine the hunger I had in mine for him. When he noticed it, Derek thrust even deeper into me, driving his cock in areas I didn’t even know I wanted to be touched. I cried out in pleasure and his hand tightened around my wrists, his hips rhythmically moving in and out of me at a frighteningly increasing pace. Derek groaned into my mouth, and my heart did a bounce, excited that I could make him feel that good. Almost naturally, I found my body arching towards his every time he’d thrust hard into me. My wrist was beginning to burn from his grip, but it was a good burn, one that intensified how incredible he was making me feel. Our mouths hadn’t broken contact yet, and I made sure to take every opportunity I could to moan my appreciation into his mouth for making me feel so good.
The louder I moaned, he harder he drove into me. I was beginning to crave his cock in way I didn’t know were possible; when he pulled almost all the way out to taunt me before pounding back in, it would make me quiver with need, and it terrified the shit out of me. When he did it for the third time, I finally ignored his order and wiggled my wrists free of his hand, grabbing the back of Derek’s head with one hand and clenching his ass cheek with my other hand. I tried to force him to fuck me harder, and as soon as I did, Derek’s bright eyes darkened, a devilish smirk tugging at his lip.
“You really want to play it rough?” he teased, his voice a soft rumble with a hint of danger.
Squirming under him, I felt bold and dared him back, “Yeah, it’s my turn to take charge.”
“Take charge then,” he ordered, his hands finding their way back to my wrists, pinning me down.
As I wiggled under him, trying to break free, my heart thumped even harder with desire. He drove me wild with the smug, amused look he shot me next. “That’s what I thought.”
With that, he let go of my wrists and pulled out. As soon as I felt empty, his fingers roughly found their way to my hip and flipped me over. Looping his muscular arm under my hips, he pulled my ass up into the air, exposing me to him and making me feel incredibly vulnerable.
With my pussy and puckered hole bared in the air, each movement Derek made cast a soft breeze on my exposed areas, cooling me down and shooting delicious shivers through my body. Moments later, I felt his hips frame mine, his thick cock guided towards my aching entrance once again. Without warning, Derek pummeled into my dripping hole with his dick, driving further and further in with each thrust. With my breasts pressed against his mattress, I gripped the sides to leverage myself, hardly able to keep my balance on the bed with the force he was driving into me.
Derek’s thrusts became more urgent as he picked up speed; his cock was throbbing inside of me so much that I had to work to accommodate the extra girth. With each primal grunt he gave, I matched it was an equally passionate moan. He tried shushing me a couple of times, in case his fraternity brothers were up and about, and normally I was quieter than this but I couldn’t control myself around Derek. He was awakening something in me I didn’t know existed, and the swelling of my heart was almost matched by the aching of my pussy.
As if hearing my need for him, Derek brought one hand between my legs, and I stuck my ass higher up to give him more room—and to allow him to fuck me deeper. His free hand roamed my body, feeling the parts of me that had been forbidden all these years. He massaged my breast and shot painfully good jolts as he squeezed my nipple with two fingers. I couldn’t help but cry out Derek’s name, his cock stretching me out exactly the way I needed to be filled. As expert fingers rubbed teasing circles on my clit, I could feel my orgasm begin to build up.
My hips grinded against his hand, urging him to touch me harder as he took me. Derek obliged. Within seconds of rougher treatment, a powerful orgasm began heating me from my core, spreading throughout my body. I buried my face into his pillow, not wanting to wake anyone in the house with my moans. Derek took the opportunity to stop fingering me at just the right time, holding onto my curves as he let me ride out my orgasm on his cock. He drove into my the hardest he had yet. With my pussy extra sensitive, each thrust sent a new delicious ripple of pleasure through me. H
earing my enjoyment was Derek’s undoing. I could feel his dick throbbing inside of me as he pumped a final few times before collapsing beside me on the bed, spent.
I looked up into his eyes and smiled as his arm curled around my waist, drawing me into him. I was completely drained, both physically and mentally, from all of the day’s activities. All that was left to do was nuzzle myself into his chest and fall asleep.
9
I awoke to a tickling on my arm. Blinking my eyes open, I was met by a grinning Derek drawing a heart on my hand with a Sharpie.
He won.
“Hey!” I exclaimed, flicking at the Sharpie. “Not fair, I was asleep.”
Chuckling, he responded, “Let’s be real, Karla. I could’ve killed you a hundred times already, I just like keeping you around. Let’s head out and grab breakfast? You’ve been out for a while… I guess I really knocked you out, huh?” The last was said with a wink, and I felt heat blossom to my cheeks.
Avoiding his burning gaze, I glanced at my crumpled pile of sheer, silky fabric on the ground then back at Derek. “I can’t go anywhere in those.”
Derek pulled his office chair towards us, on it was one of my sundresses, folded neatly with fresh panties and a bra. “You don’t have to,” he murmured.
“Where did you get this?” I asked, gaping at my clothes. Shrugging, he explained that he had sent his Little Brother off to pick up some of my clothes.
Well, that’s certainly convenient. My Big Sister hasn’t even taken the time to speak to me, let alone ask for favors.
Slipping the new clothes on, I ran my fingers through my hair and smudged away any smeared eyeliner from last night. This’ll have to do for breakfast.
“Come on,” he said, holding out his hand. “We have a bit to talk about.”
Derek’s chauffeur pulled the car over once we arrived at the Country Club. Puzzled, I got out of the car. Why are we at the country club? It felt like a mistake.
