Page 7 of Surprise Baby for the Enemy

“I can’t- I don’t-”

“Look in my eyes, Raleigh,” he orders. “I don’t want you looking anywhere else. Understand?”

“We don’t got all fuckin’ day,” the goon calls from the bed. My instinct is to look, but Derrick holds my chin hard enough to keep me from moving.

“I understand,” I whisper to Derrick. He nods.

His eyes are so blue.

Derrick releases my chin and begins unzipping his pants. His movements are quick, impatient. I’m relieved that, if we have to do this, at least he’ll make it quick. He begins untucking his dick from his underwear, but then the guy by the door scoffs.

“He should do it properly, right?” he asks his buddy, who cocks his head and nods.

“That’s right. You can’t just give the girl a quickie. Do it right!”

My stomach plummets. Derrick hesitates, his jaw tight. No doubt he was planning to just stick himself up my dress.

But these fuckers want a show.

Slowly, Derrick begins unbuttoning his shirt. He grimaces as he tries to pull it off of his shoulders. Fingers trembling, I pull his shirt free of his arms myself.

There are bruises all over his chiseled torso. The worst of them is a massive purple blotch on the right side of his ribs, but there are others on his collarbone, his arms, his side. My stomach churns at the sight. The last time I was awake, I was excited to see this man’s naked body. Now, I’m terrified to see what other wounds he’s sustained.

Derrick unbuttons his pants next. I told him I understood, that I would look only in his eyes, but when he pushes his pants and boxers down, I can’t help but lower my gaze. My throat goesdry. This is the first time I’m seeing a naked man in real life, so I don’t have a frame of reference, but he looks… big.

God, I wish we were back in his house. Forget ruining his life, forget everything else but just… being able to have sex for the first time. In a bed. At this point, that’s all I want. Anything less than that is so fucking unfair.

My eyes burn, but I will not let tears fall here. Not in front of Derrick, and absolutely not in front of these two freaks. I don’t cry in front of others. Even if I’m dying today, I’m not breaking that rule.

Derrick meets my gaze again. “Eyes on me,” he repeats. I set my teeth, knowing what has to come next, and nod.

I reach behind me to unzip my dress, but Derrick grabs my wrists and pushes them down. His arms wrap around me, his palms running up and down my back, up and down. His skin is hot, even through my dress. His eyes are electric blue, mesmerizing.

Can he feel the way I’m trembling, how hard I’m working to hold myself up? It feels like he can, and he wants me to stop. To fall into him.

My spine softens, and the next time Derrick’s hand runs down my back, he drags my zipper down with it. Silky fabric slides off my body, pooling around my feet. I wasn’t wearing a bra beneath that. I move instinctively to cover my bare breasts with my hands, but again, Derrick grabs my wrists.

I glare up at him- and watch his pupils dilate.

His naked dick presses between my legs. A pang shoots through my core.

The only thing separating our bodies is my lacy black panties.

“Take them off,” Derrick orders.

Oh god, this is happening. He’s about to be inside me-

I shimmy out of my panties. Derrick nods his approval as he brings his fingers to his lips, running his tongue along the tipsand sides of his index and middle finger, a quick, casual motion before bringing them down to touch me. He works his fingers around the edges of my pussy, spreading the moisture evenly. With slow, deliberate movements, he coats the area, making sure it’s thoroughly lubricated before continuing.

Then he rolls his pelvis forward, grinding his hard dick along my clit. A whimper escapes my mouth. I’ve never felt anything like his silken skin rubbing against me.

“Don’t think about anything else,” Derrick murmurs. “How does itfeel?”

His hands grip my thighs, pulling them apart just enough that he can deepen the friction between us. Sensation shoots up my spine, and wetness slicks up Derrick’s dick.

Derrick leans closer. His breath tickles my face. His hot hands slide over the backs of my thighs. “Don’t you dare look away from me,” he says. Then he lifts me right off my feet. Before I can even get my legs around him, he’s thrusting inside me- filling me up-

I shriek and try to choke it off. My legs spasm, my whole body seizing at the brand new feeling of beingfull. Derrick has me pinned between his body and the wall, and the only things holding me up are his hands under my legs and his dick inside me.

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