Right. Now.
His shirt is hugging every corner and crevice of his muscles. I know I’m staring, but I don’t care anymore.
“I want you,” the words are low and soft, but my thoughts are aggressive and forceful.
“What?” He asks, looking over his shoulders.
“You heard me. I want you,” I repeat myself, licking my lips because I know it drives him crazy.
“Now?” He asks with wide eyes.
“Right fucking now,” I squint my eyes.
For a second he just looks at me and I think he’s contemplating his options, but then he charges towards me, gripping the nape of my neck ferociously as he takes my mouth, swooping his tongue around. Forcing me backwards, my legs scurry until I feel a rough hard surface against my back. Glancing sideways I can tell he’s pinned me to a tree. Actually, we’re surrounded by them, and although we can hear voices, we can’t see anyone.
“Fuck me, Derrick,” the words roll off my tongue and without hesitation, he lifts me into the air, my legs instantly wrapping around him as he pulls my hair back to attack my neck with that mouth.
Our bodies are fighting as we both rush to feel each other, our addictions growing quite lethal.
“Fucking hell,” he growls, reaching below my dress. I hear the lace tear as I scramble my hands on his belt buckle, working to free his rock hard length. The wind is cool on my wet sex, the breeze hitting me naked bottom since Derrick is lifting my dress readying me for him.
“Fucking do it!” He growls as I fumble with his belt from this weird angle. Finally, I unzip his pants and his cock falls heavily into my waiting hand. The instant I touch him he groans deeply before adjusting my hips so his head is right at my opening. Holding still, he looks deeply in my eyes. There’s something he wants to tell me, but I can’t be sure what it is. Sometimes I feel like he’s seeing right through me, reading through all my lies. It’s like he knows who I really am, and he’s just pretending to go along with everything. Maybe that’s wishful thinking.
What do you mean a guilty conscience? You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.
“Give me a kiss,” he whispers and I smirk in astonishment. He’s preparing to ravish me, I can see it in his eyes, but he’s so gentle just before entering me.
“You never ask,” I tilt my head, my hands locked behind his neck.
“I’m asking now,” he smirks and I lean in to kiss him ever so slowly, our lips locked in a sensual passion as our tongues dance together in perfect harmony.
Derrick slides into me slowly, I gasp into his mouth and he swallows it, lifting me by my waist as I curve my back and swivel my hips so that I’m waving onto his manhood. It’s the slowest we’ve ever been, and its nothing short of incredible, I feel every inch of him, all eleven, as he groans in my mouth while thrusting forward.
My fingers clasp the short hairs at the base of his neck, my legs squeezing his midsection. Derrick has one hand in my hair, directing my head to control my mouth, while the other roams between massaging my breast and lifting my body at my hip. Using my arms and legs, I’m riding him on my own, pressing my ass against the tree for leverage.
“Derrick, baby, yes!” I moan in his ear before nibbling his soft skin and tugging at his earlobe. Tracing his ear with my tongue, I moan seductively, which I know drives him wild.
“Fuck!” He bites out as his hands drop to my waist, his body pushing for his climax. I grip tightly as he pounds into me harder with each thrust, his massive cock filling me to my max.
“Right there!” I beg. My hips are tilted at the perfect angle and he’s hitting my hotspot over and over. God, he feels amazing.
“Faster,” I plead and he instantly kicks into overdrive, his hands tightly grasping my hips, pulling me roughly into his hard pelvis.
“You
want me to fuck you?” He growls.
“Yes, baby,” I moan and he fucks me even harder, pumping me full of hard cock until an orgasm sneaks up on me out of nowhere. Covering my mouth to conceal my cries, I’m shocked when Derrick puts me down on the ground. Without a word, he turns me around and places my hands on the tree trunk and I know to hold on. I hear him behind me before he lifts my hips, sliding me back onto his steel erection.
“Oh, I’ll fuck you, baby,” he growls before slamming into me, easing out and slamming back. Lifting onto my tippy toes, I push off of the tree to collide with him, his pelvis causing my ass to shake violently.
“Oh God!” I moan. I love him slow, I love him rough.
Wait. I was talking about the sex. Don’t go putting words in my mouth. I don’t mean I love Derrick. I mean, I don’t know what I mean. He feels incredible and that’s what I’m talking about now. Don’t get me off topic.
“Take it, baby,” he growls, his pace quickening even further. My body is building for another orgasm, and I’m trying to prepare myself so I don’t yell so loudly this time. We are outside, in a public park, in New York fucking City, for Christ’s sake.
“Yes! Derrick! Yes!” I moan, my head going lower and lower, the angle of him hitting my front vaginal wall is just too fucking good. My right leg wanders into the air and he grips it with one hand, so now I’ve got to balance on one high heel donned foot.