“What are we celebrating, baby?” I ask him.
He smirks that infuriatingly cute smirk at me. “Complete freedom, love,” he says.
He comes closer and I breathe in deeply, smelling his body. “No more legal troubles to worry about. No more entanglements with the law.”
I give him a wicked grin and I can’t resist it. I kiss him and say with a smile, “No more deportation?”
He’s become much more serious and he shakes his head and tells me with pride, “And a trade deal that's almost ready for signature.”
I can’t believe this is the same man.
“Well then I guess we should celebrate,” I whisper on his lips. I can already feel that tree trunk of a dick pressing through his pants, begging to be freed.
“Why do you think I booked the entire floor?” His eyebrow raises as he speaks.
“Are you gonna sex me all over New York City?” I begin tugging at his tie as the smirk on his handsome face spreads into an all out grin.
“I was planning to fuck you all over the world… If that would be okay with you, Ms. Apple?” He teases and my heart sinks just a little.
There are times when I completely forget the deceit, or elephant, in our relationship, and others when it’s just so obvious or unavoidable. This is one of the times it sneaks up on me in a perfect moment, ruining everything. I don’t want to lie to him, and yes I understand I can just tell him the truth so don’t even say it.
Of course I want to tell him everything. Of course I do! But will he still love me? I know he thinks he’s in love with Alicia, so that shouldn’t make a difference, right? But what about when he finds out the only two women he’s ever loved have both lied to him and deceived him, even worked with his enemy? Will he still feel the same then?
“Come here,” he pulls me arm, jolting me from my thoughts.
There’s a small private room in the back corner, the outer wall is made of glass overlooking the city, but to the cooks and servers on the top floor, we’re invisible.
“I love you, Daphne,” the words just roll off his tongue now. I can’t even count how many times he’s said it, but it never depreciates in value, every time I hear it my heart skips a beat and I wonder how I could be so lucky to be loved by a man so special.
“I love you, Derrick,” I rise on the balls of my feet to kiss him after my declaration, and we share a long passionate kiss, sliding our tongues slowly against each other, until our lust grows unbearable. As always, Derrick grips my neck, twisting and turning me to his will, dominating me with his masterful mouth.
“I really wanted to make love to you at home,” he groans, ripping my blouse open.
“We can still do that,” I seductively remind him. It’s a rare day when we only have sex once, so I don’t really understand his feigned apprehension.
Running my fingers down his pants, tracing his hard length, he freezes as he always does the second the second I touch him there. Those beautiful blue eyes hidden as he closes them and bites his bottom lip. Slowly, I unbutton his pants after unbuckling his belt. I can see his abdomen muscles flexing through his thin white button down shirt. He knows what I want, and he’s eager to get what’s coming to him.
Settling onto a seat, I pull him toward me, so his pelvis is right at my mouth level. He can’t hide the smirk as he prepares to feel my wet tongue lapping along that monstrous cock.
“Why are you torturing me?” He asks while running his hand through my hair, forcing me to look up into his eyes. Regardless of what I’m doing, whenever I look at him its always there, that look of pure love and desire in his gaze. I’ve been in relationships before, even thought I’d loved other men, but nothing like this. Our connection is electric and all encompassing. We’re inseparable and constantly seeking to please each other.
“Ever heard of delayed gratification?” I tease him further, while slowly unzipping his pants. When I pull his boxers down, his cock flies out and I catch it with both hands. Derrick is already tilting his hips forward, desperate for the warmth of my mouth.
“Are you eager for something?” I scrunch my nose in confusion.
“Suck it, love,” he pleads and I decide he’s head enough teasing.
Running the flat of my tongue across the head of his pre-cum glistened manhood, I hear the breath escape him. Glancing up, his head has already fallen back before I’ve even traced the thick vein to the root of his cock. Twisting my head as I lap all eleven inches with my saliva, I can feel his pulse through his member, he’s throbbing already.
Taking him into my mouth is not just for him, I love sucking Derrick off. It’s the most power I get in our sex, which he usually dominates. Don’t get me wrong, he finds a way to control this too, but not as much as the other things we do. He’s a bit of my slave when I’m sucking him off, completely at my will and he’s never as desperate or needy. I small part of me likes him that way. He’s at my complete disposal, and I always seize the moment.
This isn’t even accounting for how good he tastes. There’s always a small sampling of cum when I first push him to the back my throat, while the shaft of his cock tastes more of his regular flavor – a blend of body wash, sweat, and another component that can only be described as Derrick.
I know what you’re thinking, I can see it on your face. You’re wondering why I keep taking things further with him, keep letting myself fall further in love, when I haven’t yet told him the truth. I’m going to have to guess you’ve never seen an eleven inch cock, because it has a way of stealing your thoughts and distracting you at all times. I’m not trying to brag, and I don’t want you to feel bad, but listen, it’s hard to explain. I’m addicted to him and can’t find my reasoning or critical thinking skills whenever I’m around him. Besides, right now I’m thoroughly enjoying myself, so don’t disrupt me with guilty thoughts again.
Derrick’ member hardens even further against my tongue, I love that part. It’s like I turn him on more and more until he can no longer take it, and he just explodes wherever he is. It doesn’t matter, I’ve had his spunk all over my body. He cums in quarts so I’ve pretty much bathed in it.
“Ungh!” He grunts when I begin jacking his base with both of my hands, swiveling in opposite directions like I’m grinding pepper. As much of him as I can take is shoved down my throat, my head bobbing and swiveling while my hands work overtime.