My belly fills with strong waves when he begins pushing my ass down. I know he’s intentionally pressing my most sensitive spot onto the leather, the friction again driving me toward an orgasm.

“You’re gonna cum so fucking hard,” he grunts as if he’s warning me about something I don’t know.

“Derrick, please,” I beg him to finally let me cum when I feel myself losing control.

“Just wait for me, baby,” he groans, and the pleasure in his voice almost sends me over the edge.

Struggling, I fight the waves back as I rock with him, his body now going complete animalistic as he chases his release feverously. We’re moaning and groaning in unison, our bodies colliding with a splashing sound while Derrick stuffs me full.

“I’m gonna take this too, Daphne,” he grunts while press his thumb onto my puckering asshole, the sensation sending me into a spiral of climactic unraveling. After such an intense build up, my entire body is on edge, making my climax much more impactful than usual.

Hearing myself scream, I try to tell myself to quiet down, but its like I’m watching myself. I’m having an out of body experience, that’s how good the sex is!

“Here I cum, baby!” Derrick yells just before his cock spasms inside of me, jerking as it shoots crea

my lava into me.

“Oh fuck!” He yells, his body emptying a huge load as usual. His semen is already sliding out of me as he shoots off more, his hips still rocking, rubbing the last bit out.

Leaning over, he kisses my ear as he finishes before noticing my tear stained face.

“Did I hurt you, love?” He asks concerned.

“No, I just came so hard,” I breathe, my body spent from the two all encompassing orgasms.

“Let me get you inside,” he shakes his head at my dramatics before moving about to retrieve our clothes, which are scattered throughout the car.

We help each other redress after Derrick gently wipes the semen from between my legs with napkins from a hidden compartment. Deciding we look presentable enough to make it to the elevator, we finally exit the limo, looking both ways as if we’ve possibly drawn an audience. Luckily, no one is there and we quickly make our way through the parking lot to the private elevator without being spotted. His lips are sealed on mine before the doors close and we ride to the top floor with our tongues dancing together as our hands roam each other’s bodies. When the elevator stops we pull away panting, and Derrick pulls my left hand to his mouth, kissing my knuckles and then the huge diamond he’s just given me.

“I love you,” I mouth to him.

“I love you more, Daphne Apply,” he steals my line, and we walk hand in hand into our home together.

Oh. Crap.

Okay, well you know what? I’m just going to be happy today. The man of my dreams has asked to marry me.

I’ll have to deal with explaining to him how I’m really me tomorrow…

Abby Adams: Wedding Sinner?

I’m Abigail Adams, and here’s what Abby’s hearing...

Sorry, New Yorkers, but today is definitely a dark day. Especially for the ladies. I don’t care if you’re married or single, the world’s most eligible bachelor seems to be off the market.

That’s right. You heard it here first, and what we hear is that Prince Derrick Blaine has proposed to his current girlfriend, Daphne Apple. The Prince apparently proposed to his girlfriend on the Brooklyn Bridge, after paying the city to shut it down.

That’s right, all ye weary commuters. The reason for the massive traffic yesterday on the Williamsburg, Manhattan, and Queensboro Bridges as well as the BQE and Belt Parkway is all related to one man – Prince Derrick Blaine. But before we go off with torches and pitchforks to his castle in the clouds, let's celebrate the good that the Prince has done for the city.

In the time since I wrote my last round of gossip, Prince Blaine has donated and dedicated one after-school program in the Bronx, participated in three charity golf events, and donated an entire wing to the NYU Medical Center. So I figure, if after doing all that for the citizens of New York City, the guy wants to use the bridge for one day, it’s the least we can do. Plus, Abby thinks that Prince Derrick Blaine is a tad cuter and hotter than another leader we know in New Jersey who has a propensity to close bridges. But you didn’t hear that from me…

No word yet on the date of the marriage and as far as our spies tell us, this is not shotgun marriage. Rather the young couple seem very much in love.

Who is the mystery woman that stole the Prince from the collective female population of the Tri-State Area? Well, Daphne Apple is a bit of an enigma. I’ve had a chance to sit down with her and talk, and stay tuned in the next few weeks for my exclusive interview.

Until then, I’m Abigail Adams signing out. Keep your ears open, New York City.

Derrick

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