Derek and I barely make it inside the limo before I wrap my arms around his neck and bring our lips together. Carter does not fucking own me, but this isn’t about Carter. Not even a little bit. This is about the hot, steamy tension that’s been building between Derek and I for as long as I can remember. I’ve wanted Derek for a long time, and if the rapidly hardening cock I feel against my thigh is any indication, I’d say it’s definitely a two way attraction.

I know people say you shouldn’t mix business with pleasure, but those people have never had to do business with the irresistible force that is Derek Stackford. Derek is a man who rarely hears the word 'no' in the boardroom, or the bedroom. He sure as hell won’t be hearing no from me tonight, unless it’s “no please don’t stop.”  My desire for Derek is like a runaway train and I don’t want it to stop. I want to give in to what my body wants, and what it wants right now is Derek.

“What are you doing?” He asks me, short of breath, as he pulls back from my kiss.

“What does it look like?” I shoot right back at him, narrowing my eyes into slits as I run my tongue over my lower lip.

“You’re a dangerous one, aren’t you?” He asks me again but, this time, he doesn’t wait for a reply. Taking one hand to the nape of my neck, he leans into me again and crushes his mouth against mine.

Derek wastes no time taking control of our kiss. His fingers wind through my hair, wrapping my silky locks around his fist and pulling my head back all the better to plunder my mouth with what I’m finding out is an extremely talented tongue. Derek’s tongue dives deeper into my mouth starting a fire under my skin that only he can control.  The kiss sends a riot of sensation spiraling through my body as I lean close, intertwining our tongues, and tasting whiskey and something else underneath that’s uniquely Derek. Derek taps lightly on the tinted partition that separates us from the driver. I feel the limo pull smoothly away from the curb.

“Where are we going?” I ask even though I don’t give one single damn. All I want is to be spread out across these black leather seats with Derek’s cock inside me, sending me on a one way trip to ecstasy.

“Nowhere,” he says, “Max knows that’s the signal to just . . . drive.”

The signal, of course Derek has a signal to let the driver know he’s fucking in his limo. I’m not the tiniest bit surprised. Derek doesn’t have a reputation as an epic player for no reason, and the limo is definitely part of the legend. I’d be lying if I said I’d never fantasized about what’s about to happen between us. Derek and his limo have played starring roles in some of my filthiest fantasies. I have no doubt that the real thing is going to surpass whatever I’ve dreamed.

I’m straddling Derek, my knees planted on either side of his hips, sinking into the soft buttery black leather of the seats. My hands grip the collar of his jacket and his free hand is resting on my hip. The limo might be air-conditioned, but I’m burning up. I pull back from my kiss with Derek and we’re both breathing hard, our breath mingling.

“Eliza, are you sure you’re ready for this?” he asks, the lust creeping into his voice making it deeper, rougher.

“More than ready,” I say kissing him hard and dirty, all teeth and tongue, nipping at his lower lip teasingly.

Derek yanks my head back again, taking control. He flicks his tongue over that spot behind my ear that never fails to make me shudder with delight. I feel my toes curl inside my silver Giuseppe Zanotti heels, and I utterly fail to hold back the moan that escapes my lips.

“Yes, Derek,” I breathe as I tug impatiently at the shirt and jacket covering way too much of  his skin.

“Easy baby,” he says releasing my hair to slip out of his jacket. I start unbuttoning his shirt; my heart is hammering in my chest as inch by inch, button by button, I reveal the hard muscles of his body. Derek is perfection. His chest and eight-pack abs look like they're carved from stone. I run my hands over his body reveling in the perfection that is Derek. He captures my lips again as his hands slide down my sides, pulling up my dress as he deepens our kiss. Our tongues dance around each other as the taste of Derek mingles with alcohol on my tongue. I'm intoxicated and it's not from the drinks at Armani. It's a straight shot of pure Derek. His hands are on my shoulders, now sliding the thin spaghetti straps of my cocktail dress down my shoulders. Derek pulls back and his lips brush the bare skin of my left shoulder trailing kisses across my collarbone to right shoulder. His hands slide down, grazing my hard nipples rubbing the silk of my dress against them.

Derek raises an eyebrow.

“No bra Eliza?” he asks.

“I didn't need one with this dress,” I say,  “but at least I'm wearing panties.”

Derek chuckles low in his throat. “You won't be needing those either,” he says, brushing his hips against mine as he slides one hand up my thigh and grabs the string to my thong. One good hard yank and I feel the wet lace ripping away from my body. Derek tosses it away. Maybe I should invest in La Perla. The way Derek and Carter destroy lingerie I'm making the company a goddamned fortune.

Before I can think more about the possibility of lingerie investments Derek's melting my brain with a fiercely passionate kiss that steals my breath and all coherent thought from my mind. It sends pleasure spreading through me making my breath catch in my chest. It's a promise and a dare, and it makes my pussy wet. I press my now bare pussy against Derek's lap and he's rock hard and feels fucking huge.   

I grind against him and he groans low in the back of his throat. The sound is sexy as hell and I want to hear him make it again. Derek slips his hand under my dress, and his fingers quickly find my wet pussy. The tip of his finger strokes idly up and against my pussy, slowly driving me insane with lust. I move my hips trying to speed up the pace, but Derek’s not having it. He’s in control and apparently his plan is to drive me insane with longing.

“Derek, please,” I beg.

That must be the magic word because he slides two fingers between my lips pumping them in and out. His thumb finds my clit. It swells beneath his touch—slow deliberate circles that leave me panting and needing more.

“Look at you Eliza, so wet for me already,” he says smug.

I don't have it in me to care that he’s being a smug ass, not when his hands feel this good. Not when his thumb is against my swollen throbbing clit, and driving me higher and higher toward ecstasy. Derek clearly thinks there are better things to do with his mouth, because I feel his hot, wet tongue flick over one nipple, and then the other. Then his mouth latches onto my left nipple sucking while his free hand pinches my right one. All the while his thumb is working my clit like he owns my body. Like this isn’t the first time we’ve been together. Derek is like a maestro creating a symphony of pleasure within my body that’s lighting every nerve in my body with the fire of lust.

My hips rock against his hand seeking more. More pleasure, more pressure, more Derek. I need it. It seems that I’ve been teetering on the edge of climax since the moment he touched me. I’m easy for Derek and he knows it. He’s playing with me. Taking note of every hitch of my breath, every moan, every sigh, every squeeze of my pussy around his fingers. He’s setting off sparks of pleasure everywhere in my body. Derek's strokes against my clit quicken and my hips start swaying faster. I'm clutching his shoulders, grinding down on his fingers moaning his name and the limo is filling up with the sounds of my moans and Max can probably hear, and it doesn't matter. Nothing matters to me right now except for Derek's thumb; it's so good and perfect right there moving hard and fast on my clit. Derek’s fingers are pushing me higher and higher toward climax. Derek’s wicked fingers hook inside of me, brushing right against that sensitive sweet spot that never fails to get me off. I feel a surge of wetness in my pussy and I'm gripping Derek's shoulders so hard it has to hurt. I'm pretty sure that my red manicured nails digging into the tanned flesh of his broad muscular shoulders are going to leave marks.

I rock in his hand. His thumb moves faster and my hips are swaying at a frantic pace and he brushes my G-spot again in perfect counterpoint to the strokes of his thumb against my clit.

Electric shocks of pleasure shoot through my body.

“Fuck Derek yes. I'm coming,” I scream, my body going tense and my thighs clenching, trapping Derek's hand between my legs.

“Jesus Christ,” I mutter, resting my head on his shoulder breathing hard. “Oh come on honey,” Derek says. I turn my head, and look at him with heavy lidded eyes, still floating on the rush of pleasure from my climax.

“I hope you aren't down for the count,” he says, “I might be skipping dinner tonight, but I sure as hell am going to have dessert.”

Derek lifts me off his lap and lays me across the limo's seats. He takes the hem of my dress and pulls it down over my hips and legs and off my body altogether. I move to kick off my shoes, but Derek stops me. “No baby leave those on. I like them.” I always said it paid to wear nice shoes. So I'm naked, spread out on display in nothing but a pair of jeweled silver heels, and Derek's looking at me with an unbridled hunger that almost takes me by surprise. I knew Derek wanted me, but I was starting to think I had been the only one fantasizing. There's something intoxicating about knowing that a man who could have any woman he wants, still can't get you off his mind. I arch my back; I know the angle makes my breasts look even more appealing. I spread my legs, watching Derek’s face cloud over with lust as I run a finger down my slick swollen pussy. I moan at the feeling of my own finger against my sensitive lips, getting aroused all over again as Derek’s eyes drink me in.

I press my finger inside my pussy, and bite my lip as my wet hot walls squeeze my finger. I pull my finger out excruciatingly slow, teasing myself and Derek. I bring my wet glistening finger to my lips. I drag it along my full lush bottom lip, before running it along my cupid’s bow, smearing my MAC Ruby Woo lipstick as it mixes with my juices. Derek is transfixed, eyes glued to me. I feel a rush of heat surge through me. I guess I like being watched. I pucker my lips into a perfect O and push my finger between them sucking. I twirl my tongue around my own finger, savoring the flavor of my pleasure for a moment, before pulling it out with a long wet pop.

Even though the light in the limo is dim, the raw want in Derek's eyes is unmistakable. Derek could always make me hot with little more than a glance, and now the intensity of his gaze is setting me on fire. Despite the fact that I’m still coming down off of the first of what I’m sure will be many orgasms tonight, I can already feel the fresh sparks of arousal flaming low in my stomach.

I look up at Derek from under my lashes. “I taste sweet,” I say my voice low and breathy, “Are you hungry for something swe--”

The question dies on my tongue as Derek grabs my legs, pulling me to edge of the seat as if I’m weightless. He drops to his knees on the limo floor and throws one leg over each of his broad muscular shoulders.

“Oh I’m hungry,” he says.

The breath from his words is ghosting over my wet pussy, making me shiver with delight.

“What man wouldn’t be?” Derek asks.

I shudder again at the warm breath from his mouth brushing over me. I don’t answer his question, I’m pretty sure it’s rhetorical, anyway. Besides my brain doesn’t have any room to formulate answers, it’s filled with thoughts of what Derek’s about to do to me.  Those thoughts are sending flames of desire spiraling through me. God, does Derek even know what he’s doing to me?

Derek lets out a long slow breath and I can’t hold back a groan. Oh he knows exactly what he’s doing to me. I try to move. I try to squirm that last inch between Derek’s face and my pussy, but his strong hands grip my thighs. I’m not moving unless Derek wants me to, and right now it seems that Derek just wants to drive me crazy.

“That was quite a little show you just gave Eliza. No wonder Carter wants you all to himself, but you’re mine tonight aren’t you?” I can hear the smirk in his voice, even if I can’t see it, and this time I know the question isn’t rhetorical.

I try to force my mind to focus on something besides the aching need between my legs. I know Derek wants to hear me. He wants me to say I’m his before he gives me what I want. Just like I told Carter, I don’t belong to anybody. Still I don’t want this to end, and even though I’m fairly certain Derek doesn’t want that either, I’m not going to risk pissing off a horny alpha male when I know I’m only a few words away from another mind-blowing orgasm.

“That depends,” I say.

“On what exactly?” Derek asks.

It’s a question, but it definitely comes out sounding like a challenge.

“Well,” I say, “a girl does have to weigh all her options carefully before she goes all in.”

“ Mhhmm,” Derek exhales another breath against my hot pussy.

“I guess it depends on how much I like my dessert.” I’m going for challenging with my tone, but Derek exhales again and my voice comes out as more of a desperate moan.

“Please.” It's a plea that escapes my lips before I can swallow it.

It’s enough to get Derek’s mouth on me. His lips lick a trail of wet kisses up my inner thigh, teasing me by not putting those lips where he knows I want them. After what seems like an eternity I feel Derek’s tongue where I need it most. A long slow lick up that ends with the flick of his tongue over my clit. My hands come down, gripping Derek’s hair as his tongue parts the wet folds of my pussy. Derek lets go of my hips and brings his hands up to my breasts to play with my nipples, while using that incredibly talented tongue to drive me insane.

Every lick of Derek’s tongue is driving me closer and closer to the edge. It’s so good. My hips tilt up and press my pussy into Derek’s face, seeking more pleasure. I feel wildly out of control. Derek’s mouth is driving me insane in the best possible way. I totally get why Derek is a fucking legend, literally. Once again he takes control of my body, grabbing my thighs and holding me just where he wants me. Derek runs his tongue from the top to the bottom of my dripping pussy, enthusiastically pushing his tongue inside of me. Derek licks my pussy like it’s the sweetest dessert money can buy, like he wants to taste every single inch of me.

Running his tongue back up my lips, Derek swirls his tongue in circles around my clit, before pulling it between his lips and sucking it. Derek works my clit until I’m nothing but a writhing, shuddering mess of need and desire. Then his fingers, those long, thick, strong fingers slip back inside me, hooking and brushing right against my G-spot. My hips tilt up and I squeeze my eyes shut as the white pleasure that’s been building inside me, explodes.

When I open my eyes, Derek is looking up at me all smug, confidence. I want to say something smart, and tell him that just because he’s given me two mind-melting orgasms doesn’t mean I’m going to say I’m his, but my brain isn’t quite up to the task, still foggy with the pleasure of my last orgasm. Still I’m not going to let Derek get away with being smug. I’m Eliza Seymour, after all, not some virginal intern. I think it’s time I have a little dessert.

Derek is sitting across from me with his legs spread, rubbing what looks like a truly massive erection through the front of his pants.

“You look a little sleepy Eliza. Past your bedtime?” Derek asks.

I hear the challenge in his voice. “Oh Derek. We’re just getting started,” I say.

I give Derek my sexiest smile and move next to him, sliding my hand up his thigh.

“I’ve been a very good girl,” I say. “Don’t you think I deserve dessert?”

I don’t give him a chance to answer; I just press my mouth to his lips. Lips that are shiny and slick with my juices. I kiss him, tasting myself mixed with the alcohol on his tongue. Our tongues tangle together, and I'm dizzy from this, from the taste of myself in his mouth. I pull down the zipper of his pants. I press the palm of my hand against his cock. Through the cotton of his boxer briefs I can feel him, hard, hot, and so big. I start stroking the length of him and I can feel myself becoming wetter at the thought of that big cock inside of my pussy, stretching me, filling me to the limit. But before he fucks me I want to taste him.

I slide to my knees and pull his pants and boxer briefs down. His cock springs free, and for a minute I just stare. Derek’s cock is magnificent. It’s easily twelve inches long and so thick I know I won’t be able to close my hand around it. I can feel my mouth start to water at the thought of tasting him. There’s precum leaking from the head of his cock and I lean forward lapping at it with my tongue. I then run my tongue from the head to the base of his cock and back up, tracing the throbbing vein with the tip of my tongue. Derek gives a deep moan of pleasure and brings his hands down to tangle in my hair. I run my tongue to the base and back up again, this time swirling my tongue in slow circles around the head of his cock. I suck the head of his cock into my mouth and use my hand to stroke him, before slowly lowering my mouth to the base of his cock. Derek thrusts up as I bob my head in time to the rhythm of his hips. Derek’s hands tighten in my hair as he fucks my mouth with that deliciously big cock.

“Fuck Eliza your mouth is so good,” Derek says.

I feel his cock twitch against my tongue. Then I taste the first splash of cum against my tongue. I suck harder, and on Derek’s pulsing cock my mouth fills with his seed. I swallow as much as I can, but his cum drips out of my mouth and down over my chin. He pulls his cock from my mouth and shoots like a geyser over my breasts, coating them with his cream. I lean forward and lick his cock clean before Derek pulls me up onto the seat beside him.

He lowers his mouth to my chest, and begins licking his cum from my chest, dragging his tongue along my collarbone before lowering his mouth to my breasts. He licks the cum off of my breasts, sucking my nipples into his mouth. Flaming sparks of pleasure shoot right to my clit.

“Fuck me,” I say reaching down and stroking Derek’s rapidly hardening cock.

I straddle Derek’s lap as I continue stroking his cock to full hardness making him gasp. Derek’s gasp turns into a groan as I give his cock a firm squeeze and one final stroke. His hands tighten on my hips and I place one hand on his shoulder, steadying myself. I tease us both, running his cock up and down the length of my slick pussy. We’re both moaning and breathing hard. I want to draw this out. Part of me wants to keep this up, the slow slide of his thick cock head against my swollen sensitive folds, and the other part of me is dying to have Derek inside me now. “Oh God yes,” I say, as I slide down the length of Derek’s cock. It feels like all the air has been pushed out of my lungs, and my body has forgotten how to breathe. My nails dig into Derek’s shoulder, as I force myself to exhale. “Are you okay Eliza?” Derek says one hand stroking my side. I rest my forehead against Derek’s and I know it’s taking every ounce of control he has to remain still, and give time to adjust the feeling of him inside me. I take another breath and I can feel his cock twitching inside me. “Yes,” I say voice shaking. I roll my hips and we both moan. Fuck yes, this is going to be so good. Slowly I raise myself up on shaky knees, until just the head of Derek’s cock is inside of me. I lower myself back down just a little squeezing my walls around him. I’m rewarded with a low animal growl that comes from deep within Derek’s chest, and I slam myself down on his cock. Clenching my walls again as I raise myself up. This time Derek’s hips meet me halfway as he thrusts his cock into me. I throw my head back and unleash a long, loud moan, as Derek slams into me again. A thin sheen of sweat breaks out on my skin and I lean forward now, my breasts pressed against his sculpted chest, as I ride his cock. In that moment I forget about my investments, and anything else that isn’t the incredible feeling of Derek’s cock inside me.

“Eliza,” Derek moans my name. Despite the air-conditioned temperature in the limo, Derek and I are both covered in a fine sheen of sweat. I feel a drop run down between my bouncing breasts. Derek’s hands tighten on my hips and he lifts me off his cock. If I weren't drunk with desire, I’d be embarrassed by the whining sound I make at the loss of his cock inside me. He turns me so that my back is against his and then slams me back down on his cock. I scream with pleasure as his hand comes between my legs, his fingers finding my clit. I tilt my head back and Derek’s mouth crashes into mine, kissing me hard and dirty, just the way he’s fucking me. His fingers work my clit and grind against him wild and reckless, his name falling from my lips over and over again. The white-hot heat of pleasure is spreading through me like a wildfire.

“Harder, faster,” I say.

Derek is only too happy to oblige, wrapping his arm around my waist and driving his cock into me in hard fast strokes that steal the air from my lungs. The blood rushes in my ears and my heart is pounding like a jackhammer in my chest. I can feel muscles start to tense and shake, a red-hot wave of pleasure rips through me, as I scream Derek’s name.

I lean back against Derek, trying to catch my breath and he continues fucking me. He tilts his hips just so, and the head of his cock is rubbing against my G-spot with every stroke. Derek’s fucking me hard now, my ass slapping against his thighs with every stroke. I can feel another orgasm building, and I moan, my nails digging into Derek’s thighs. My pussy squeezes around him and I can feel Derek's pace grow frantic. Derek’s cock spasms inside me and I feel a hot spray of cum filling me up. Jet after jet of cum coats my insides, as my pussy squeezes around Derek’s cock, like his body is trying to suck out every drop of his seed. I smell the scent of us fucking in the air, lust overpowering the leather, and it turns me on so damn much. I feel so thoroughly fucked now and we’re not even close to being done, not the way Derek fucks.

“Fuuuuuuck,” I say with a moan, leaning my head on his shoulder and closing my eyes.

Derek’s lips brush against mine.

“Can you go another round baby?”

I roll my hip experimentally and realize that Derek is still rock hard inside me. My body is limp and I feel drunk off of pleasure, but there’s no way in hell that I’m missing out on the full Derek Stackford experience.

“Of course I can, can you?”

Derek doesn’t answer; he just wraps his hands in my hair and pulls my head back to give me a long, deep, wet kiss. Derek breaks our kiss to lift me up and places me on all fours across the limo seats. Derek’s cum is leaking down my thighs and he drags his fingers through it. Then I feel his long, thick, cum-covered fingers slipping between my cheeks and sliding into my ass.

“Yes,” I moan as he pushes two fingers inside of me, filling me up even more than I thought possible, even though that enormous cock was just fucking me.

“God Eliza you’re so tight, it's going to feel so good.”

I push back eagerly against his fingers as hot sparks of lust shoot up my spine. The sensation of his fingers in my ass while I’m on all fours, splayed out like this for him, makes me dizzy with lust. Derek's other hand reaches around to play with my clit. I push back harder and faster, fucking myself on Derek’s fingers. It feels so good and I can feel that familiar pleasure starting to creep through my veins again, but before it can really take hold, Derek pulls his fingers from my ass.

I’m about to protest when I feel his tongue lapping at the edges of my hole. My fingers ding into the dark leather beneath my hands. Derek works his tongue in and out of my hole until I’m rocking back on his face, moaning. The combination of Derek’s tongue in my ass and the feel of his face all over my pussy because of my rocking is enough to make me feel like I’m going to fall out like a starfish and collapse, but the pleasure rising higher within me urges me to challenge my stamina and get fucked like I will never forget.

How can one man fuck this much?

How can one woman cum this much?

Two important questions that are rhetorical now, too, because Derek’s tongue is replaced by his cock so swiftly that I barely have time to react. The intense fullness is inescapable and erotic. My body responds instantly, pushing back against him and fucking him up my ass so fully that I shout out from low in my throat, louder than the previous screams from the night. Max can hear us, God can hear us, the dead can hear us, but I don’t care because Derek’s got his cock up my ass and one hand's applying pressure to my abdomen while the other slides so many fingers in my pussy that I almost pass out. This is fullness. The kind of fullness that makes my body feel complete in a way I didn’t know it was lacking before.

Fuck, every hole in my body does belong to Derek tonight. I almost want to tell him that, just because of how good this all feels. How perfect. But even if I was going to, I’m mumbling out moans that are cut sharply short when Derek picks up the speed. His teeth graze my lower back and I roll my hips on him, swaying back to capture every thick inch of that monster cock so deep in my ass that I can’t breathe. It's unrelenting and perfect, and I just keep fucking back while he fucks forward. We’re slamming together with a force that I’ve never felt before, and even though I’m so utterly spent, all the same I can’t quit. Not until Derek does. Not until we both drop and look at each other with the carnal satisfaction you give someone with the wicked glint in your eye. You know, the one that says, hey, you tried to kill me with your cock tonight and that was super.

“I could write a song about how perfect fucking your ass is, but you’re already singing the best one,” Derek says, and I can hear the smug look on his face right now. It turns me on so damn much that when his fingers drag over my clit, I don’t expect it, and it knocks the wind out of me with the sheer intensity of my orgasm.

“Holy fucking hell,” I cry out, shivering around him like I’m sitting above a jackhammer.

“Exactly,” Derek says, and I hear how close he is.

His strokes get longer and Derek fucks me so fast and hard, his cock turning to steel, and I think he’s going to fill up my ass and I’m so turned on by the thought.

“Your dress is going to stick to you, Eliza,” Derek says, and I realize what he means. I brace myself for the impact of his cock unloading in me, the intensity of his cock is such that I feel like my body is on fast-forward or something.

I squeeze my eyes tight and he pulls out of me, stroking himself hard and fast as jet after jet of thick white cum gushes out of his cock and splashes onto my back. I remain frozen in place as he cums all over me, the warmness of his seed coating my skin like a blanket. When he’s finally done, I make as if to move but he grabs me by the waist and forces me to remain still.

“What are you --?” I start, but I don’t get to finish my sentence. A moan explodes in my mouth as I feel his tongue running up the length of my ass crack, its wet tip tracing soft circles around my hole and scooping up whatever cum is dripping down out of it. “Oh, God,” I moan in a low tone, my eyes rolling in their sockets as Derek licks me dry.

“Fuck, I could skip dinner every single day,” he finally says as he pulls back from me and collapses against the seat, his head thrown back against the headrest. Sitting up, I do the same, a wild and exhausted on my lips.

He’s right – I wouldn’t mind skipping dinner every day if that meant we could devour each other bodies.

Ah, the perks of having a stepfamily.