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“Why would I try to get a rise out of you? You told me what we weren’t going to be, and then after we didthat,you acted as though I didn’t exist. Liam is a friend.” Derek huffs.
“Ain’t no single man wants to just be friends with you.”
“You’re a single man.” I counter and nearly shiver at the dark look he gives me.
“Trust me, Darlin’, there ain’t a single part of me that wants to be your friend.” Do I take that as ‘I want to be with you’ or ‘I can’t stand to be around you’?
Shrugging, I stand and head toward my room. “Well, lucky for you, you don’t have to be my friend. Liam is more than happy to fill that position.” I squeak as he grabs me by the back of my neck and spins me around to look at him.
“That ain’t his position to fill.” He growls lowly, and I feel it in my core. Trying to swallow, I give him my most confident glare.
“Oh? And whose position is it?” Derek snarls his upper lip as his eyes look at my lips.
“Keep fucking with me, and you and I are going to have a fucking discussion.” Because I’m feeling ballsy or stupid—the jury is still out on that one—I stand on my tip toes and run my tongue over his lips.
“So let’s have a discussion. You know I enjoy hearing all about your thoughts.” I run my hand over his hardening cock, and I watch his angry alpha facade break as he shudders and mumbles, “Shit…”.
“Mmhmmm… come on.” I pull him towards his room, where his new bed is, though he has yet to sleep on it. I push him onto the bed and smirk as he falls onto the mattress. He did it for me, but I appreciated it.
“Take off your pants,” I order while slipping off my leggings. I have no idea why he’s listening. But his wide eyes stare at me as he rips off his jeans. “Those too,” I gesture to the boxers. “In fact, I want you naked.” And he does. I watch him remove his shirt and then his boxers. Oh no, I forgot about how massive his dick is.
“I still can’t believe that is real.” I huff out a laugh, and he smirks, the roles shifting.
“Very real, Darlin’. Not so bossy now, are you?” He winks. I can fit that in me… I think. I am not giving up control. Derek is not winning this one. I remove my panties, shirt, and bralette, and his cocky smirk leaves his face.
“Jesus Christ,” he whispers, looking over my body. “You’re… you’re so fucking beautiful.” I crawl onto the bed, ignoring how his comment is causing the butterflies that he promised wouldn’t happen. I straddle his waist and gasp as his cock twitches on my ass.
“Indy,” he groans, apprehension in his voice. “This is a bad idea, and I don’t have a condom.” I lean down and bite his bottom lip until I taste copper.
“Fuckkk.” He growls against my mouth before driving his tongue inside. Our tongues battle for control as I grind my slick, hot center against him.
“Fuck me.” I pant between kisses. “Please, I need you.”
He groans as he sits up, trailing hot kisses down my chest. “I don’t have–”
“IUD…” I pant. “IUD…” I say again as I grab his hard cock in my hand. It’s wet from sliding against me, and I moan as I start angling him near my entrance.
“Wait, wait…” Derek frantically breaks the kiss, lying on his back. “If we are really doing this, let me enter you. Then you take your time lowering yourself, alright?” I nod, listening to his instructions. Nerves begin to fill me as I realize this is really happening, and I’ve only done this once before, and the dick was not even close to being this big.
Derek grabs my hip and raises me to my knees. I gasp as he shoves a finger in me. “Good,” he pants. “Just making sure you’re wet.” Oh, I’m fucking Niagara Falls, no worries there. He grabs his shaft and angles me until his head is at my entrance.
Derek presses his crown in, and I let out a sharp cry. “Ow! Shit!” I hiss, and I feel him freeze.
“It’s okay,” He whispers. “Hey, you got this. Take me nice and slow. I’m going to rub you to help with the pain.” I nod and moan as he runs his thumb over my clit. I slide down a little more and cry out. This time I hear him hiss.
“Sorry,” I whisper, and he shakes his head.
“You are fine, Darlin’. Go nice and slow. I don’t want to tear you. Fuckkk.” His eyes roll back in his head as I slide down a little more. Once I’m completely seated, it’s like I can feel him in my throat. I go to move, but in an instant, Derek puts an iron grip on my hips.
“Two seconds.” He whispers.
“What?” I try to move, and he groans.
“Indy stop! I won’t be your shortest fuck, especially when your first was so bad. Just hold still.” I laugh, and he groans. “Laughing causes your pussy to contract, Darlin’.”
“Well,” I squeeze my walls before rocking my hips. “I guess you’ll just have to play through it.” I rock again but stop when Derek thrusts up into me. “Shit!” I cry out in pleasure as I dig my nails into his chest.
“That’s it, Indy,” he growls as he grips my hips, rocking them back and forth against his. All I can do is hold on to his chest as he slides me up and down his cock. “Oh my sweet girl, god, your pussy feels so fucking good.” He groans before slapping my ass.
