But Derek cuts my thoughts short.
He looks straight at me. "I'm going to take you upstairs and fuck you."
I'm caught off guard. What did he just say? My pulse quickens and my confidence returns. Two can definitely play this game.
"You sound so sure about that," I purr devilishly. "But can you really handle all of this?"
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Alicia
OK, can I just say that there must be a big reason why Derek is a billionaire, and I think I figure out why by the time he takes me upstairs to his hotel room.
Like, first off, he has more confidence than any man I've ever met. There was almost no question as he walked toward the elevator in terms of if I was going to follow. He just knew. Sure, he looked at me and smiled, but from the way he looked at me, and the way I looked back at him, it was like I knew I was going to go up with him too.
Oh wow will you just listen to me? I sound like some little deer trapped by some headlights.
Well, let me just say babe, that’s what it pretty much feels like.
And now that I’m walking through his room, all of a sudden his arm grabs me.
My heart skips a beat and I’m like remembering I have MACE in my purse.
But this isn’t a MACE moment. It’s a Moaning Moment. Get it? Like Moaning Mondays from Mona Cox? Sorry, I couldn’t help but give her a plug, okay?
Anyways, let's get back to the sexy sex and let me not distract you by being weird. The last thing that I want is for you or Derek to stop what you're doing because I’m being a dork. Oh no, just thinking about that is making me so not wet. Like can you actually get dry when you get turned off?
But whatevs babe, you’re not gonna get dry.
Because Derek is pretty much in charge right now.
He yanks on my hair, forcing my head back, and lays his mouth against my neck. I feel my whole body burning up, his closeness driving me completely mad. Moving suddenly, he presses his hand against my crotch, bunching up the front of my dress. A moan leaves my lips at once, his pressure on my pussy making my head spin. I can already feel my wetness soaking my black lace thong, desire coursing mercilessly through me.
“You’re a tough one, aren’t you?” he whispers against my ear, his lips brushing my skin. “Well, you’ve found your match, Alicia. And once I’m inside of you, you won’t be moaning … you’ll be screaming.”
The moment his last words leave his mouth, he applies more pressure with his hand, forcing me to part my legs. Still yanking on my hair, he straightens my head, my eyes locking on his. There’s a fire in his expression, an almost too violent need for dominance. It seems he is right; I’ve found my match. But I’m not one to give up.
I reach for his mouth, pressing my lips against his, but I don’t start kissing him, no. I bite his lower lip with almost enough strength to draw blood. He doesn’t complain, though. Staring into my eyes, he endures the pain, his hand firmly nestled between my thighs. He opens his hands, tangling his fingers deeper into my hair, and pins me against the wall with his body; then, pulling back slightly, a mischievous grin lights up his face.
“I can’t wait to hear you beg for my cock,” he says, certainty flickering in his eyes. Who does he think he his? I’ve never begged for a man’s cock, and I won’t start now. Even if he’s the most perfect man that has ever pinned me against a wall.
I reach for his crotch, flattening the palm of my hand against the bulging in his dress pants, and then curl my fingers harshly around the thick and long shape there.
“We’ll see about that,” I tell him, grinning back at him.
“Oh, yes. Don’t doubt that.” He leans forward then, my eyelids drooping as our lips touch. I open my mouth wide, both our tongues wrestling against each other as if they were lost in a battle for lust and survival. Kissing wildly, I take my hand out of his crotch and start untucking his crisp white shirt, my fingers tugging eagerly on the fabric. Once I’m done, I grab his belt, but he presses his body against mine so harshly that I have to let go. I place my hands on his lower back, under his shirt, and let the warmness of his skin spill onto my fingers. I open my hands, the tip of my fingers meeting the hem of his pants as I pull him into me, our bodies locked in a frenzied kiss.
Placing both his hands on my waist, he slowly hikes my dress up to my waist, the tight fabric hugging my hips. There’s a tenuous buzz under my skin, an unconscious response to the way he’s holding me. My brain is working overtime, lost in a labyrinth of imagination, trying to picture all the things Derek will do to me, or that I’ll do to him. Working in tandem with my brain, my pussy becomes even wetter, my drenched thong sticking to my skin. He brushes two of his fingers down my waist, and moving inward, runs them under my dress and over my thong.
“Someone’s very wet,” he whispers against my ear. I can’t see his face, but the way he speaks tells me that devilish grin of his is coloring his face.
As if my brain was suddenly struck by lightning, my hands dart out to his chest, and I hook my fingers on his shirt’s collar. I tug on the fabric harshly, ruining his shirt as I make the buttons pop out and scatter around the floor. The moment his shirt is open, I press the palms of my hands against his chest, closing my eyes as I feel the hard lines of his muscles under my fingertips. His torso is all hills and valleys; each muscle of his is perfection. I let my fingers trace the contour of his pectorals, and then I let them go over his washboard abs, counting the perfect rows of muscles until I finally meet the hem of his pants.
With my fingers hooked on his belt, I pull him into me, our bodies pressed as we kiss once more. I start unbuckling his belt with trembling fingers, my whole body filled with anxious anticipation. With a metallic clink, I unclasp the belt, my fingers then focusing on the next task at hand: unbuttoning his pants. As fast as I can, I open each one of the buttons, his cock pressing against his boxer briefs as if it were desperate to get out. My heart starts to pound fast as his cock, still trapped by the fabric of his underwear, brushes against my knuckles. I can already feel all rationality fading away from me, all of me being guided only by base desires. Just the way I like it.
I turn my hand around, grasping his cock backhandedly and feeling his massiveness against the palm of my hand. A shiver goes up my spine as I realize that soon enough this cock will be inside of me, his thickness sliding over my wet folds and lodging itself inside of me as my naked body burns. Guided by impulse, I start moving my hand up and down, slowly flicking my wrist as I stroke his member over his underwear. I can barely think straight as my fingers trace the contour of something so perfect. Have I ever been with a man this huge? I doubt it… Oh, I seriously doubt it.
Letting go of his cock, I grab his boxer briefs by the hemline and tug them down with both hands, his pulsing cock jumping out at once. I grab it immediately, wrapping my fingers tightly around his flesh. His warmness seeps into my skin, crawling up my spine and up to my brain. I can almost feel a barrage of hormones coursing through my body, desire taking control of me. We are still kissing, our lips locked in wild embrace as I move my hand back and forth, stroking him and marveling at his size.