"Where are we going?" I squeal. He pulls me closer into him leading me past the reception towards the entrance of his house. He pulls the door and pushes me up the stairs. We walk past the room Rose and I got ready in the master bedroom, his bedroom.
"Derek I can't" He sighs. He pushes the door open urging me inside. He pushes me up against the door holding my neck tightly.
"Shut up," He says, leaning down to kiss me. He presses his lips against mine lightly. I keep my mouth closed. "Kiss me" he whispers. I shake my head. "Camille please" he begs. I push his fallen hair out of his face.
"I'm going to hate myself in the morning," I say before pressing my lips against his. He kisses me back with force. I moan gently into his mouth. I close my eyes as his lips move against mine. His hand lowers from my hips to my ass where he grips it tightly. His skilled tongue works against mine as I grab a handful of his hair.
"I need to be inside you" he whispers, caressing my ass.
"We aren't going that far," I say breathlessly. He lifts me up against the door making me wrap my legs around his waist. My heels fall off beside me. He moves his hand to my thigh, the slit in my dress granting him easy access. He kisses me roughly while his finger trails up my inner thigh.
Derek's finger reaches out to rub my wet bare sex earning a deep moan from me. He smiles against my lips.
"So wet for me"
"Shut up." His lips leave mine and begin to suckle on my neck. His finger works up and down caressing my folds. A pleasurable whimper leaves my lips as his thumb massages my clit. He inserts a long digit into me making me gasp as his thumb moves into a vigorous motion slowly starting my orgasm.
"Fuck Camille" He groans against my neck.
Whimpering moaning like a sex addict I grind against his hand. He holds me to him with his free hand and brings me to the bed. He lays me gently on the mattress, his eyes never leaving mine. He leans pressing his lips on mine. His lips descend lower kissing my breast against the fabric. He moves his head down lower to my thigh. He kisses it gently.
"Don't" I say.
"Why". Maybe because he has to fuck his wife tonight and I can't have him smelling like my pussy. I shake the thought from my head and focus on the present. That's what my therapist keeps trying to drill into me right... live in the present.
"Brush your teeth after" I command. He chuckles making me clench my thighs together. He hikes my dress up and opens my legs. He lowers his head, his tongue licking my slit softly. I hiss arching my back. He laughs his breath fanning my pussy.
"Watch me" He whispers. My eyes instantly meet his as he licks me again. He brings his hands to me and spreads my lips open. I squirm at the anticipation. He flicks out his tongue nudging my clit eliciting a moan from me. His tongue swirls out, licking my folds.
"Shit" I curse. Derek sucks me into his mouth inserting two fingers. My limbs turn to useless blubber as his skilled tongue continues to torture me.
This was so wrong.
He pushes another finger inside of me stretching me to my limit. I come vigorously, screaming, and squirming beneath him.
"Damn baby you squirt now," He says lowly. I slap his arm frowning. He comes up to lay over me again. He kisses me deeply letting me taste my arousal. I bring my hand down and grip him in his pants. I pull off his belt and pull his zipper down. My manicured nails reach inside his boxers grasping his length. He groans, making me smile against his lips. I brush my thumb across his tip feeling his pre-cum. I lean up and whisper in his ear.
"If you weren't married I'd let you cum inside me" He groans as I slowly pump my hands up and down his shaft. I kiss him pulling my hand from his boxer. He whines against me, rubbing himself against my core.
"You have to get back," I say. He sits up quickly and runs a hand down his face.
"Are you staying here tonight?" He asks. I nod standing up to adjust myself. I glance in the mirror horrified. My lips are swollen and there are hickeys all over my neck.
"Yeah" I whisper. Derek comes behind me wrapping his arms around my waist, grabbing a chunk of my ass. I moan lightly as my pussy clenches. I'm so fucked.
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A/N: Nasty asses.
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Forever
RomanceCamille has been dealt bad cards all her life. Her mother was an addict, her father was a drug dealer, and she endured horrendous trauma at a young age. She thought she found home in a man that she believed would do anything for her turns out she wa...