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“Derrick!” I cry as the pleasure becomes unbearable. I can’t hold on any longer.
“Now!” He yells, but I’ve already begun to descend into a spiral of intense ecstasy, my legs shaking uncontrollably as the orgasm rattles me to my core.
“I’m cumming for you, Daphne,” he groans just before he begins to spasm inside me, shooting another load of that creamy spunk.
“Ohhh,” I sigh, as my legs buckle beneath me, but Derrick holds me up, his pelvis still rocking forward as he empties out.
“Milk me, love,” he begs and I clench my pussy to squeeze his tip as he groans in delight.
“Give it all to me, baby,” I say over my shoulder looking back at him as he’s lost in his own orgasmic high.
“Oh fuck!” He growls when his hips finally stop, his climax.
Together we sink to the floor panting as I fall into Derrick lap and he wraps his arms around me. There are broken plates and cups just feet from us on the other side of the table.
“You got a little aggressive with the dinnerware,” he teases and we both laugh in unison before kissing deeply.
“You make me very happy,” I say while staring into his eyes and if I’m not mistaken the Prince actually blushes a little.
“You are my happiness, Daphne,” he begins before kissing me softly and continuing. “I didn’t know what happiness was until I saw you.”
“I love you,” is all I can manage after something so sweet.
“I love you too,” he says before kissing me passionately.
“Now, should we redress and actually have dinner?” He jokes.
“Were we really having dinner? I thought this was the entire plan,” I giggle while standing, my legs still a bit unsteady.
“No, I’m just the appetizer, love” he assures me as he follows me to his feet and we help each other dress.
To my surprise, the waiting staff don’t make mention of the disturbance, or the broken dishes. Derrick has arranged for a seven-course meal to be served for us, and we hold hands and kiss throughout the entire meal as the sun descends before us, covering the city in darkness. New York is one of the incredible places in the world that can get even more beautiful at night when the city lights up right before your eyes.
Taking in that view with Derrick is the most romantic moment of my life. Of course it doesn’t hurt that I’ve just had a mind shattering orgasm only minutes prior. We’re like two teenagers on a date, unable to keep our hands, lips, or feet off of each other, but somehow we make it through the dinner, which was absolutely delicious, before returning home together. That’s right, I call Derrick’ home my home now, and I’ve got no shame about it. And just as I promised him, he gets his opportunity to make sweet, slow, passionate love to me all night, well into the morning actually. This is definitely a celebration for the ages, one neither of us will soon forget.
Abby Adams: Sinfully Good?
I’m Abigail Adams, and here’s what Abby’s hearing...
Get ready for another round of shenanigans, my fellow denizens of Gotham. Our spies just spotted Prince Derrick Blaine going to his final court appearance yesterday and trading some light words with the judge.
In fact, the spies I have inside the courtroom told us that the judge was so pleased with the responsible behavior of the Prince – paying off all his fines and other amounts owed to the city as well as keeping himself out of all further trouble – that the Judge basically shot down any attempts by the District Attorney to keep the Prince’s feet to the fire.
Afterwards, the Prince celebrated his lack of legal woes by booking the Top of the Rock at Rockefeller Center with his longtime girlfriend, Daphne Apple. My spies tell me that the two shared a candlelight dinner and drinks overlooking the city. Ooh la la.
Speaking of intimate experiences, has anyone noticed a remarkable absence of our New York’s prodigal Prince from the strip clubs, nightclubs, bars and other places of ill repute that dot the city?
“It’s gotten to the point where we had a Prince Blaine effect,” one nightclub owner tells me referring to the good old days and bemoaning the fact that his bottle service tab used to be at least 20% higher prior to the Prince’s antics on television that seemed to have started this turnaround. A few of the city’s – shall we say more exotic – entertainers have also complained to me privately, telling me of having to rework plans on their vacations or drug habits because the spigot from the Prince is drying up.
So who’s getting the cheddar you ask? Well it’s actually kind of sweet – because the Prince according to our sources is actually doing a lot more philanthropy than he used to. And when we say used to, we actually mean none. That means the Prince is becoming a one-man philanthropy machine. If it needs help, it’s getting dough – from stray dogs, kids with learning disabilities, museums, foundations, universities, you name it. Which in the end benefits the city a whole lot more than singles pushed into G-strings and bottles of Christal…
And there you have it folks, the Derrick Blaine is well on his way from transitioning from a toad to a Prince. You heard it here. And for all your Royal Watch news, you know where to find me. Until then, I’m Abigail Adams signing out. Keep your ears open, New York City…
Alicia
The sunlight tumbles into the bedroom with all the eagerness of a new day; I open my eyes and stretch my arms, a smile dawning on my lips as I feel Derrick’ body close to mine. I get up, dragging my feet across the room as I step out into the balcony and take a deep breath. New York is already alive, the atmosphere of the city adding a certain vibrancy to the air.
I stretch again, yawning - I could get used to this kind of life, I really could. And I’m not talking about all the money or luxuries… No, what I’m talking about is something else. Before I even finish yawning, I feel his strong arms pulling me into his embrace.
