Executive Engagement

Before I can figure out what’s happening, Derrick’ slides out of me before flipping my body over with the flick of his wrist. Landing on my belly, I feel him behind me instantly and I wrap my hand around, gripping his hair as he lifts my hips to slide back inside me.

He feels even better from this position, my body eagerly thrusting back to meet him.

“Just like that,” he growls, reaching around to cup my breast, massaging my erect nipple between his index fingertip and the pad of his thumb. His cock is pummeling me from behind, his thrusts much more desperate now. He must need his release.

“Yes! Give it to me!” I scream, pushing my b

ody into him.

“I got you, baby,” he holds my body with one arm draped around me and moves the other from my nipple down between my legs. He’s working over my clit so delectably, my pelvis jerking from the waves flowing through me.

“Ungh! Baby!” He groans in my ear. His groans and growls are now my favorite sounds in the world. He’s so sexy, and so powerful, having the power to affect him so much makes me feel like the sexiest woman in the world.

“Yes, baby! Give it to me, Derrick!” I beg and he groans while fucking me harder, rubbing my clit in circles, and sucking my neck. The orgasm pours out of me, and as if he can feel it, Derrick, moves his hand to my nipple, pinching down tightly, extending my climax much like the nipple clamp he gifted me.

I don’t understand how people do anything else, I really don’t He’s not even finished and I already want to do this again. All day. Every day. He’s a sex God the way he manipulates my body to inconceivable pleasure.

“My turn,” he growls, his body bucking like an animal as he surges toward his own release. His arms are wrapped around me now, squeezing me tightly as he pulls me onto his cock while thrusting into me, his head buried in my neck as sounds of pleasure escape him intermittently.

With my hand wrapped around my head, I grip his hair, pulling his hair roughly and he growls, before sucking my neck, I know he likes it.

“Do it again!” He growls, and I do, yanking his hair as he growls, slamming into my creamy pussy.

“Ahh!” I cry.

“Take me, baby. Take all of me,” he kisses my neck, and I pull his hair while poking my ass in the air.

“Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum for you, love. Only for you,” he groans, and I feel him lose control. His pace is wild and his thrusts have no rhythm about them anymore, he’s just desperate for his own orgasm and I’m eager to bring him to climax.

“Please, baby! I want it!” I beg and he growls, pumping me even faster, our colliding bodies making a loud clapping noise.

“Fuck!” He groans, but it’s a mix of a moan, weak and desperate.

He slams into me one more time and then I feel him still, his manhood jerks and spasms inside me while he growls and squeezes me tighter.

Clenching my pussy around him, I inch my ass back, slowly rocking him in and out of me a few more times.

“Milk me, baby,” he whispers into my neck before sprinkling gentle kisses on my shoulder. I continue clenching my sex and sliding on and off his cock until he no longer twitches. Pulling out of me, I feel empty the second he’s gone as he rolls over onto his back before leaving the bed, walking towards the back of the bedroom.

I assume it’s a bathroom because I hear water running. Did he want to shower immediately afterwards? I can’t even think too long, my mind and body are spent, exhaustion is sweeping over me. Should I leave and go back to my room? I can’t believe that’s how he regularly fucks women, but I don’t want to seem like a sprung virgin. Well, ex-virgin. Holy hell, I’ve given Derrick fucking Blaine my virginity. Never in a million years would I have thought that. But I also would’ve never guessed how amazing it would be. I came three times!

Don’t ask, because nothing has changed between us. Don’t go thinking I’m head over heels in love with him I know what this is, and who he is. I’m not going to let this go to my head or anything. He’s still the same guy, just incredibly sexy, and a master in the bedroom, but besides that he’s the same.

Just as I’m beginning to get lost in my thoughts Derrick returns from the bathroom carrying a white washcloth.

“Open up, baby,” he says softly and I’m shocked that the intimacy wasn’t just something he added during the sex.

Moving his hand slowly, he wipes my sex with the warm towel, cleaning me gently. When he lifts the towel I see the bright red stains and gasp before looking down at his sheets. There’s a large blood stain and I’m horrified.

“Oh my God! I’m so sorry!” I cover my mouth as my cheeks flame wit embarrassment.

“It’s okay, love,” he actually chuckles.

“No, it’s not,” I move my legs away from the mess.

“Honestly, I probably wouldn’t have believed you were a virgin without it. You were driving me wild,” he smirks.

“Really?” I ask in disbelief. I felt like I was affecting him, but to hear him say it feels really good. He doesn’t even answer, instead he just nods down to the anaconda hanging between his legs. The growing erection the proof of my effect on him. I giggle in response while he pulls the sheets from the bed before assuring me he can afford new sheets and insisting I don’t worry about it.