“I want to ride you-“
I can barely get the words out before pulls his cock out of me, fli
ps us over, and sets me on top of him on the floor. The pleasure of having no give against the wall was enormous, but now I have purchase and leverage, but absolutely no give as I slam my pussy down on his cock. Swallowing up every inch of his enormous length, I’m struggling to stay upright with the trembling pre-orgasmic waves already wracking my body.
Derek’s hands run up and down my breasts, stroke at my neck. I look into his eyes and see such love and adoration. That only turns me on more. I pump faster, fucking him as hard as I can, and close my mouth over his again. Kissing Derek is almost as erotic as fucking him, and kissing him while fucking him makes me feel like I’m on top of the world. We inhale each other, breathing through each other and tasting the raw need that consumes us both.
Bouncing up and down on him, I feel his cock start to jump inside me, ready to explode. And as much as I love being filled with his cum, I still crave the way he marked me as his with some very healthy shots from the love gun. I break away from our kiss and lift myself up off his cock. I stroke his length with both of my hands because that’s just how big that monster is, and I point it at my tits.
“Fuck, I love your tits,” Derek groans before his eyes roll back in their orbits while he jets cum all over my tits.
When he’s finally done firing off, I look at him and bring my tits up to my face. I swirl my tongue around the nipples and lick up the mess we just made.
Derek picks me up again, like I’m some kind of ragdoll, and bends me over, slamming into me again. My tits jiggle so hard I’d fall over if he wasn’t holding my thighs up while he slammed into me. His mouth is on the back of my neck. The heat of his breath makes me shiver.
“You don’t run out of cum, do you, Derek?” I moan out the words, whimpering from the sheer speed and strength of his thrusts.
“Babe, you don’t either. We’re making up for lost time. I certainly won’t sit through two songs worth of dances – 12 inches of torture as you thought of it, when we can ride those right off to paradise.” Derek's hands stroke up the length of my body, gripping my tits, and trailing his fingers down my sides. Finally, he grips my ass and starts to almost completely pull out of me, pressing his cock at every sensitive spot inside my pussy and stroking long and deep now. The tantalizingly slow pace makes me pant in time with his every thrust. “I will fuck you forever and still want more.”
“Mmm, same,” I moan out. I bring my fingers down to my clit, my pussy aching for touch because of how he’s torturing me with these long, deep strokes.
The circles I work in my clit make my pussy start gripping Derek’s cock even harder and I hear him growl at the feel of me milking him.
It brings him so close to cumming that he actually starts to slam deep into me again and stops pulling out so far and so much. He can’t take it anymore. The increased speed and maintained depth of his thrusts steals my breath. My fingers fall from my clit and I’m reaching out desperately for anything to grab a hold of. There’s nothing, but luckily Derek’s got me so I’m not about to collapse like a falling circus tent. It just feels like it because I’m quaking beneath him.
Finally, we're both spent. Derek pulls me from under him and we cuddle, me tucked into the crook of his arm, for I have no idea how long. The emotional weight of finally being back together again pulls me into a calm and dreamless sleep while I listen to his heartbeat returning to a normal place after our mini-marathon of orgasms.
I remember my eyes fluttering shut, and then I felt them open again. Derek wasn’t asleep but holding me. Stroking my hair and watching me sleep.
“You’re gorgeous,” Derek says, pressing a kiss into my forehead. “You’re so fucking perfect. I didn’t know I could love someone so much.”
Tears are going to well up in my eyes all over again if he keeps that up. I prop my head up in my palm, elbow resting on his chest. “Good. I’m not great at sharing. I can’t bear the idea of you being anything but mine.”
Derek grins broadly. “Well, technically you're going to have to share me with a whole kingdom…” He starts to laugh. “But I’m only assisting you in orgasming.”
“At least with a hands-on approach. I don’t know how many people are actually in your kingdom, but a solid number of them are probably cumming right now thinking about you.” I remember every person I ever heard mention the Crown Prince of St. Albans being very clear that they’d practically cut off one of their own legs just to go for a ride on his royal cock. I don’t feel the jealous pangs that I had before the ball, though, because I know that Derek’s all mine.
“That’s true. And I slept around a lot,” Derek says, eyes narrowing at the admission. As if it was news to either of us? “But I love only you. I've never felt the way I do for you, never felt that for anyone else.”
“Derek, I thought I could only love dancing … but I love you so much more than that. In fact, without you, dancing became very unsatisfying, too. I need you, babe.” I get up off my elbows and stand up.
Derek rises as well and wraps his strong arms around me, holding me so that the hard wall of his eight-pack abs crushes my breasts against him.
“I need you, too.”
And he’s not lying.
I feel an enormous erection when he holds me. I don’t even realize what’s happening until I’m gasping, but Derek lifted me up and lowered me down on his cock. I had no idea a man could do that like I was light as a feather, but then he starts rolling his hips and I’m glad he’s holding me because a tiny breeze could knock me over. His cock hits all the right places inside me, making me moan loudly. It doesn’t matter much … I don’t plan to dance at this club anymore. It isn’t like I’m fucking a client again. So my attitude is let ‘em hear what Derek Van Windsor can do to his future princess. Because I'm not about to suffer anymore bitches that think I can’t have my man.
I’ve got something more important than noble birth or a place at his court.
I have the magic fucking pussy his cock fits just right in. Yeah, that’s right. We’re a filthy fairytale, with a happily ever after signed in the scent of my pussy. It was that scent that drew him to me and that led him back to me. Much better than some disappearing pumpkin, wouldn’t you say?
Derek carries us to the couch, and he stands while I sit, and I match his fucking stroke for stroke.
I really want to taste us together again. I crave it as much as I need oxygen to survive. I spread my legs wide as I can and I use my hands to pump up so that Derek’s cock is fucking so deep that I’m a wobbling, quivering mess on the couch. “Babe, when we cum, I want to kiss you with our tastes in our mouths.” I’m panting, barely able to get the words out.
Derek cups my face. “Anything for my princess.” He strokes faster. “As you command,” Derek says with the perfect smugness I’ve come to expect from him. It's exactly that moment that his orgasm ricochets into my own, our body’s clamoring for release and finding solace in each other’s rhythm.