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“Oh, Derrick,” Sydney said on a breath as he trailed his mouth over her cheek to her ear.

He nipped at her lobe and thrust his tongue in her ear.

She arched into him, pressing her breasts against his chest.

“God, I’ve been wanting to kiss you forever.” He returned his mouth to hers, pushing past her lips with his tongue. While he kissed her, he ran his hands over her waist to her rib cage, pleased with her softness. Sydney was a real woman—not model-thin, but shapely.

He curled one hand around her side while the other went to work on her buttons. In seconds he had them undone and pushed her blouse apart. The sight of her lacey bra sent the blood from his brain straight to his cock.

“Fuck me.” He stared in awe at the pert nipples pushing through the sheer material of her bra.

“No, fuck me.” Sydney pulled him back down and kissed the breath out of him.

He cupped her breasts, taken with the full globes, and held her while they battled for dominance. He should have expected as much from the Amazon in his arms. Usually he liked his dates to wait for him to take charge, but Sydney’s strength made him ache to tame her.

Quickly moving past the point of no return, Derrick manhandled his way past her defenses and pinned her to the door. He kissed her while he pushed her blouse off and quickly unfastened her bra, tossing it to the floor as well. The minute he bared her breasts, he latched his mouth to one peak and sucked hard.

“Oh, yes. God,” she moaned, and pleaded with him for more.

He intended to give her whatever she asked for. He took turns fondling one breast while he licked and sucked the other, grazing her nipples with gentle bites.

She writhed and moaned his name with a breathy voice that turned him inside-out.

Close to coming in his jeans, he continued to play with her tits as he unbuttoned his pants. He pushed himself free of his jeans and underwear and molded her hand around him. The connection of her palm and his cock made him tremble.

“You’re so big.”

“Oh yeah. Squeeze me. Fuck, Sydney. I have to have you. Right now.”

He palmed her ass through her jeans, needing her naked.

Not thinking about anything but fucking her, he pulled away and stripped her naked. Like his dreams made flesh. She was perfect. Better than he’d imagined. Toned legs, a slender belly, tiny waist and large breasts. And that red hair that framed her face and curled over her shoulders also decorated her pussy in a thin strip. Neatly trimmed, leaving her folds bare. So much easier to eat her that way.

“In me, Derrick. Now.”

He knelt, pushed her legs apart and fastened his mouth over her, seeking her clit. She cried out his name as he sucked and tasted the very essence of this woman he couldn’t get out of his mind. Like a drug, she raced through him, Sydney Fields exploding on his tongue and in every atom of his body.

He licked and stroked, wanting her to come in his mouth. But his erection was starting to hurt. He needed ease. While he devoured her, he took a condom out of his back pocket, ripped open the packet and slipped the rubber on himself with shaky hands.

“Derrick, yes, yes, I’m coming.” She cried out and gripped his shoulders tight as she came over his tongue. He gave her one last kiss and stood.

Dragging her up, he lifted her to straddle his waist and hooked her legs around him. Then he angled his cock at her entrance and shoved into her.

She gasped—with delight or astonishment, he didn’t care. He was too far gone for anything but coming inside her.

“You’re so hot.” Her warmth hugged him, and he slid through her wet channel with ease. Snug, she gripped him as he thrust in and out, harder and deeper.

Her contractions aroused him to no end, especially because he could still taste her on his lips as he fucked her.

She dragged his head to hers and meshed their lips together while he stroked. And just as he reached his end, she sucked hard on his tongue. He pulled his head back and shouted as he came. His orgasm crashed over him, jerking him from reality with an ecstatic slap as he rode wave after wave of pleasure.

The feel of her curves against him as he emptied inside her warmth kept him going. After what felt like an eternity, he came back to himself.

He hoped he hadn’t crushed her too hard. Sandwiched between his body and the door, she couldn’t have been too comfortable. But Christ, had he ever had better sex? Sex that had lasted all of five minutes?

He should have been more embarrassed, but the sleepy satisfaction in her eyes told him she had no complaints.

“Damn, Derrick. You are good, aren’t you?”

He grinned. “Good for more than that quickie.”

“Quickie?” She arched a perfect brow and slowly uncrossed her ankles from behind his back. As she did, she winced.

“You okay? I wasn’t too rough was I?” He hoped he hadn’t pounded into her too hard, but he couldn’t recall much of anything except needing to go as deep into her as he could.

“Not at all.”

He didn’t want to pull away, but he’d started to slide out, so he withdrew completely and lowered her so she could stand again. The awkwardness he might have assumed he’d feel didn’t come. He removed the condom and left to dispose of it. When he returned, dressed once more, she stood in a daze, naked, against the door.

“You are fucking beautiful.” Blunt, but effective.

She blushed. “You already had me, He-Man. No need to butter me up.”

“Hmm, butter. Not a bad idea. I’d like to oil you up and fuck you everywhere.”

Her eyes glowed. “Oh?”

“You know, when you say Oh like that, it comes across as a challenge.”

“Are you up for it?” The doubtful look she gave his crotch definitely counted as a dare.

“Honey, you should know better than to challenge a Warren.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I’m the Warren twin you need to worry about. I never lose.”

She laughed. “Cocky much?”

“Oh yeah. And I intend to get even more cocky before the day is through.” He watched her as he took off his sweatshirt and removed his shoes and socks. He unbuttoned the fly of his jeans with deliberate slowness, wanting to see her expression when she saw all of him. Would she be impressed, or would she blow him off? He wasn’t a small man. Most women loved the look of him, but Sydney wasn’t most women. There was something about her self-confidence that brought out insecurities he hadn’t even realized he possessed.

“You’re a tease,” she complained.

He smiled. “Back at ya, hot stuff.”

He pushed his jeans and underwear off, conscious that his cock had a mind of its own. The damn thing stood at half-mast again, semi-erect for the mouthwatering woman staring at him in shock—or was that awe?

“I can’t believe that thing fit inside me.”

He frowned. “I’m not that small.”

“You’re huge. Good Lord, Derrick. No wonder you have a lot of girlfriends.”

To his horror, his cheeks felt hot. Pleased and embarrassed, he felt like a goddamn girl. Yet he couldn’t be happier she approved.

“Oh my God. Derrick I’m God’s gift to women is blushing!” She laughed. To his surprise, she seemed completely oblivious to her nudity, while he couldn’t stop being aware of it.

“Cut it out. I’m a guy. We all have size issues.”

“You shouldn’t.” She stepped closer and took him in her hand.

He stirred. She stroked him and he grew harder. “Syd, you’re playing with fire.”

“Is that what you call it? Fire?” She winked at him. “I’d have thought you’d go with something more creative. Like My Monster or the One-Eyed Wonder.”

He laughed, more than amused. Who’d have thought sex could be so much fun? Being with Sydney just felt good.

“Well, One-Eyed Wonder has a nice ring. But how about something more intimate? Like Derrick Junior? That way he sounds like a real person.”

“He?” She stroked him, pumping his shaft with a small hand that felt like heaven.

“Yeah, he. He likes it when ladies kiss him. Long, slow licks are nice too.”

Sydney let him go as she stared at him. The laughter left her eyes, but not the desire. “We should probably move to the bedroom for this. Unless you brought more condoms?”

And there, no recrimination for being prepared. The woman amazed him.

“Nope. I only had one, and I was praying you’d let me use it.”

She snorted. “Praying my ass. You knew I wanted a go at you.”

“Just one?” He stepped closer and rubbed his cock along her belly. Then he leaned closer and took one of her nipples between his teeth. He nipped her, then sucked the sting out of it. “Come on, Syd. I’m good for three or four, at least.”

“Well, if you put it that way...”

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Sydney couldn’t believe she’d let Derrick Warren fuck her against the door of her own home. Okay, so she’d been hot for him since the first time she’d heard him on the other end of the phone, but still. She normally would have held out until at least the third date. She did have standards to maintain.

But God, had she ever been the focus of so much lust before? Under his stare, she’d felt helpless, caught in a maelstrom of desire and need and sensation. Thoughts of refusal hadn’t existed. As embarrassed as she felt to admit it to herself, if he hadn’t produced a condom, she wouldn’t have had the presence of mind to demand he wear one.

Stupid, Syd. Real stupid. Though she took birth control to regulate her cycle—and yes, because she did like sex—she always mandated her partners use protection. In this day and age, you could never be too sure.

But Derrick... She wanted to feel him inside her, and that made no sense. So she ignored her irrational mind and focused on managing the here and now. Time to set rules. Better late than never.

She stood by her bed, conscious he had yet to take his gaze from her. She couldn’t help preening under his regard. Her weekly workouts were a bitch, but when they produced this kind of attention from a man, she recognized their value.

“Hold on, Derrick.”

“I knew it. It was too good to hope you’d just bend over and take me without a word.”

He held himself for her, huge and thick. Good God, but the man was hung. She wanted to blow him, badly. Normally she didn’t like that aspect of sex. She found it more intimate than kissing. But she wanted to know him that way, to see if she could get him as crazed as he’d made her earlier.

“I’ll bend over when I want to bend over,” she said, reminding him who was in charge as she ignored his sly smile. Challenge met and accepted. “I’m thirty years old. I date a lot, but I’m not a slut. And my partners wear a condom. Always.”

He nodded. “Fine. I’m thirty-six. I date a lot. And I always wear a condom with my partners. You never know.”

“Right.”

They stared at each other. His hard-on looked just as big as ever.

“I, ah, I’m on birth control too.”

“I just had my yearly physical last month. I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone in months. Well, except for you.”

She blinked. “Months?”

“Yeah.” He didn’t look happy about the fact.

She was ecstatic about it and trying not to be. “I haven’t been with anyone for longer than that. I’m clean, totally.” Which he should have asked before he went down on her. Oh man, she wanted him to do that again.

“And tasty,” he added in a low voice, his gaze centered now between her legs. “Do you have any idea how sexy that thin strip of hair is? Or how incredible your tits are? So full and high, those nipples big and red. I want to suck them. I want to bite them.” He paused and looked into her eyes again, his bright with lust. “I want to fuck them.”

She felt slick between her legs. “I want to go down on you and suck you ’til you come.” How about that, Derrick Warren?

“Shit. I don’t know if I’m going to have the energy for everything I want to do with you today. It’s gonna take a few days. Maybe a few weeks, months, before I get this craving for you out of my system.” He grinned.

Odd that he didn’t seem too upset over his fascination. “Yeah, well, me too. I thought if we could just do it, that would be it. But you’re like a disease. I think you’ve infected me.”

“A disease?” He glared and took a few steps forward, until his cock brushed her belly. He cupped her breast and pinched her nipple. “That’s not nice, Sydney. You know, there’s something else I want to do to you. Something I hold in reserve for naughty girls.”

Trust Derrick to be into dirty talk. Damn him, but he was getting her all hot and bothered again. It took a lot of discipline not to squirm while he fondled her. “Oh?”

“Yeah. Mouthy little girls get ass-fucked, Syd. How about that?”

She’d done it once before, just to see what it felt like. She hadn’t liked it. “How about I ass-fuck you instead?”

He shook his head. “Uh-uh. Ever had a cock up your ass, baby? Ever taken a dick between those sweet cheeks?” He let go of her breast and pulled her closer to him, palming her ass.

His fingers slid between her cheeks and toyed with her hole. To her astonishment, it felt good.

“Oh.”

“I like that oh better.” He grinned and leaned down to whisper, “Want me to lick you there? To shove my tongue in your hole and lap you up?”

She shivered, the image and his breath in her ear making it hard to stand. “I-I don’t know.”

“I’ll know. Before we’re through, Sydney, I’ll know everything about you.”

“Is that a threat?” She reached down to cup his sac, pleased when he gasped, then groaned.

“A promise, you little witch.”

“Well, tit for tat, big man. Before we’re through, I’ll have you wrapped around my little finger.”

“I’d rather you wrapped those lips around my cock,” he muttered. When she rubbed his balls, he added in a low rasp, “If you don’t blow me, I might kill myself.”

She chuckled, pleased to have the upper hand again. With a man like Derrick Warren, it would pay to keep her wits. They had serious chemistry. He had looks, and when he turned on the charm, she’d been way too easily manipulated. It still bothered her how vulnerable she’d been last night.

“What’s going on in there?” He tapped the top of her head. “You’re looking at me like you’re either going to fuck me or kill me, but I can’t figure out which.” He shocked her by picking her up as if she weighed nothing, then he threw her on the bed.

She’d just caught herself when he landed on top of her and forced her hands over her head. He held both wrists with one large hand, and his dominance really turned her on. Derrick wasn’t playing at being in charge. He was in charge. Finally, a man who could handle her. Just in bed, she reminded herself. And it was too soon to tell if he was a one-hit wonder. She hadn’t had sex in a while, so of course her first orgasm with another person would be explosive.

Derrick nudged her thighs wide and angled his cock toward the entrance of her pussy. “I’m going to fuck you, Syd. With nothing between us. I want to come hard inside you. What do you think about that?” And saying it, he pushed the head of his cock inside her then stopped, waiting.

For her permission, because she was in charge, she reasoned even as her body said otherwise. She wanted nothing more than for Derrick to fuck her until she screamed in pleasure. Well, why not screw without a condom? They were both clean, healthy adults. One thing she did know about him, he would never put her in harm’s way if he wasn’t. And she was on the Pill. She wouldn’t get pregnant.

“Syd, make up your mind before I make it up for you.” Sweat dotted his forehead.

She wiggled under him, and he slid deeper inside her. “You going to talk me to death or fuck me already?”

The word fuck set him off. He shoved hard inside her but didn’t stop there. He pounded into her a few times, rough the way she liked it, and she couldn’t help her keening response. Then he pulled out, frustrating the hell out of her.

“Don’t stop.”

His smile should have warned her. “I’ve been waiting for this for so long. We came too soon before. But now we have all the time in the world. Why rush?”

She would have argued, until he kissed her and she became mindless in his arms. For the first time in forever, she lay compliant under a lover, awash in the sensation of being at the center of someone else’s world.

He fixated on her breasts. He sucked and kissed them until she wanted to scream. She felt so empty, so needy.

But he wouldn’t be rushed. He took his time exploring her body. Her breasts, her ribs, her belly. He licked his way down her navel to her pussy, lingering over her folds and running his tongue between them.

With slow, drugging kisses, he pulled her clit into a stiff ache. She pulsed between his lips, feeling so incredibly aroused she could scream. Tugging at his shoulders and hair did nothing. And then she couldn’t think as he teased her with his hands. He slid a finger inside her, then added another. But he didn’t fuck her with them—he just held them there while he dipped his pinkie inside her, getting it nice and wet.

“Derrick, please.”

She felt his grin over her body, but he answered by sucking her harder.

She shifted, aching, and he shocked her by pushing his pinkie lower, sliding past her pussy down to her ass. His pinkie rested against her hole, and as he nibbled her clit, he rimmed her then pushed his pinkie inside her ass. Just the tip, but the foreign sensation made her jerk, on fire.

“God, Derrick. Fuck me. Fuck me so hard. Baby, I need you.” She was barely aware of what she was saying while he played with her, driving her to blinding lust.

His fingers, his mouth, that damned pinkie. So good, she was going to...

“Yes, yes. Derrick!” She came hard, clenching tight as her body spasmed with an orgasm that seemed never-ending.

And then his fingers disappeared as he shimmied over her body and plunged that thick cock inside her. He rammed into her, slamming harder and harder while she continued to climax, finally satisfied.

She could only feel as he shoved one final time and came inside her. All that hot seed, filling her up.

Boneless and unable to move, she lay there as he finished and pulled out. He rose on his knees, his gaze possessive as he stared down at her. “See what you did to me?”

He held himself and squeezed out another drop. The milky seed hit her belly, and he rubbed the small amount into her skin. “All in you and on you.” Derrick leaned over her and pressed a hard kiss against her mouth. “Just think, Syd. That was only round one.”

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