Page 89 of Bad Teammate
He glided into my wetness, opening me, stretching me wide as he tunneled deeper. A delirious warmth surged over me, a tingly rush of pure happiness. I wasn’t a virgin anymore, but God, it was so much more than that. With Derek inside me, I feltwhole.No longer was I missing something that I couldn’t even define—he’d filled the void inside me. He completed me. We were one.
I wanted him to stay there forever.
“You feel so good,” he growled, his eyes dark with pleasure.
With his member buried up to the hilt inside me, we passionately traded tongues. His cock grew fatter as we kissed deeper, and the tension in my tummy tightened. His cock pulsed deep inside me, a powerful throb that triggered a cascade of blissful contractions. We both moaned with surprise as my inner muscles gripped and fluttered against his thickness in rapid succession.
“Fuck.” He gasped, his breath hot on my ear. “Your pussy issotight, baby.”
“It’s all for you,” I told him.
“Yeah?” A smile crested his lips. “God, I love to hear you say that.”
“Allfor you,” I repeated like a chant, my eyes locked on his.
His eyes stayed on mine as he began to withdraw. Pleasure seared my nerves as he slid out, the ridge of his hefty cock pressing and rubbing on all the right areas. But he pulledallthe way out, vacating me entirely, leaving my pussy gaping with untold disappointment.
God, how terrible—to go from complete unity and wholeness to feeling so desperately alone and empty …! ButLord, was there ever a reward for my suffering when, just a second later, he stuffed me full all over again.
Derek slid back in, his muscled waist grinding to a halt against my belly. He writhed against me, turning his manhood inside me like a mortar in a pestle, widening my walls.
“God, yes,” I moaned. “Fuck me, Derek.”
He eased out and gently pushed back in, as if he were afraid of hurting me.
“More,” I encouraged him.
He picked up his pace, penetrating me with the steady swing of a pendulum. But it still wasn’t what I wanted—I wanted Derek to go fast and hard until he lost control. I wanted him to lose himself in me.
“Harder,” I whimpered.
“Yeah?” he teased. “Think you can handle that?”
“Harder,” I demanded, digging my nails into his back and dragging them across his sweat-slicked skin.
Derek threw his head back with a wounded growl. His eyes turned to slits and he throttled into me, his hips clapping against mine as he nailed me deeper into the mattress, like a hammer furiously pounding a stake into the ground.
“This hard enough for you?”
“God, yes,” I shrieked.
“I want you from behind,” he said, flipping me onto all fours.
He grabbed two fistfuls of my ass and fucked me harder, faster, his balls rhythmically slapping against my flesh. He drilled into me harder with each stroke. I felt that familiar boiling tension in my belly—only Derek could make me come this hard—and my legs began to tremble as my climax neared.
“Right there! Oh God,” I whimpered. “I’m gonna come, Derek!”
He stretched my ass cheeks wide, pulling me down his dick as he thrust against me again and again. The promise of orgasmic bliss was so near, my muscles clenched tight and locked with excitement. I lost control of my body as Derek fucked me, my toes curling, my limbs wildly thrashing as I hurtled closer and closer to the peak, until—
“I’m coming!” I screamed, my face buried in a pillow.
Each blow of his dick sent a wave of pure bliss crashing through my core and echoing in my extremities. My body went limp, but Derek held me up by my rear and rode me hard. He fucked me from one climax right into the next one, making me come so many times, I lost count.
At last he let me go and I tumbled to the bed in a lifeless heap of misted flesh. He grabbed me by the side and flipped me over onto my back, staring into my eyes.
“Hey,” he said, a cute smirk on his face. “You okay?”
“Mm.” I smiled at him, my eyes only open a slit. “I’m …great,actually.”
