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“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.
