I feel him standing behind me, and before I’ve even finished the stages of my release, his cock is filling me to perfection.
“Yes, baby!” I yell as he surges deep inside me, my hands knocking all the dinnerware from the table as I grip the table cloth for leverage.
“I know what you want, love,” Derrick groans, his thighs slapping into my ass with every collision.
My body is in sensual overload, still experiencing aftershocks from my first orgasm as another begins to build in my belly.
“Is everything okay, Sire?” There’s a call from the door after a brisk knock.
“Don’t stop, baby!” I beg, not wanting to this amazing blend of pleasure and pain to be over.
“Go away!” He yells over his shoulder, and it seems the servant gets the message.
“I’ll never stop fucking you,” He growls, bending over so that his hard chest is flush against my back.
“This is mine, Daphne. This pussy is mine,” he growls in my ears.
“Yes!” I call out, my orgasm growing rapidly. I’d agree to just about anything under these conditions. He’s back in control and I’m his slave now.
“Tell me it’s mine,” he grunts, grabbing a fistful of my hair so my head is pulled back.
“It’s yours!” I yell, his hand in the small of my back, pressing hard so that my back is arched beyond belief.
“Ahhh!” I call out. His cock is stretching me to my max, and his pace is off the charts as he slams into me over and over, my breathing completely
out of whack.
“Tell me!” He hollers before slapping my left cheek harshly.
“It’s yours, Derrick! I’m yours!” I scream, my body surging backwards to meet him at every thrust, hungry for more of him as I chase my next orgasm.
The worry has appeared in my stomach, my body knows another climax is coming, and it feels like this one will be even more intense.
Gripping onto the edge of the table, I launch the lower half of my body backwards, bucking like a wild animal for more of him.
“Fucking hell!” he yells as he slams into me, releasing my hair to hold onto my hips with both hands.
Pulling me like a rag doll, he slides me on and off his rod as I hold onto the table for dear life.
“You’re gonna cum with me,” he instructs but I’m lost in a chorus of moans.
“Do you hear me, love? Don’t you fucking cum!” He hollers and I’m utterly confused because I don’t know how the hell he expects me to stop the explosion from happening.
“Hold it!” He yells as if reading my mind.
“Ahhh! I can’t!” I moan, my body on the brink of climaxing at any second.
“Fuck!” He bites out before increasing his pace even further, ramming my front vaginal wall just the way I like it, over and over, again and again. I’m lost in ecstasy as I fight to hold back the release. Now I see why Derrick does this every time, the sensation as I fight to remain in control is almost as pleasurable as when I finally let go.
“Just like this, baby!” He yells, his hips now rocking crazily, I know he’s close.
“Derrick!” I cry his name out in pleasure, this is the best feeling in the world.
“You feel fucking amazing, baby!” He groans, gripping my hips even tighter as his release builds.
“Oh fuck!” I plead, losing control of my vibrations.
“Almost!” He bites out the word, his cock slamming into me so fast my moans are inaudible.