Mara raised her head, shocked at the thought of this evil guy going down on her.
Derek grinned. “Surprised I wanna eat you?”
She nodded.
“Wouldn’t if you’d taken a dick before, but you haven’t, so I’ll taste your little cunt.”
It was a disgusting statement, but Mara liked disgusting things sometimes, and when he licked her softly, she screamed. Again, she was so primed that orgasm was almost inevitable, but between the spanking and everything else, the sensation was sharp, nearly painful. She closed her eyes as she finished, and as soon as Derek was done licking, she reached for the duvet. He snatched it away. “Not so fast, princess. You still need to be broken in.”
Mara moaned her disapproval, but she was more than happy to be taken by him—as long as he didn’t expect her to do anything more than lie there and be used. She was exhausted and nearing her sexual limits.
“Are you on something?” he demanded. “To stop you from getting pregnant?”
Yes. Toddler twins were more than enough babies for now. But not in this universe. “N-No.”
He reached for the bedside table drawer and pulled out a condom. “I’ll get you on the pill tomorrow. We’ll use this for now, but I’m not happy about it.”
She watched nervously as he rolled the condom down his shaft. After all they’d done, she wasn’t sure why this unsettled her.
Because, her mind whispered,he’s so into this scene he’d rather wear a condom than feel you.
Shh, Mara thought.Later.
Derek paused, his sheathed cock in his hand. “You want me to bareback you? Because I will. I’ll fuck you raw. Put my kid in you.”
Mara made herself flinch. “Please don’t do that?”
“I’ll do whatever I want.” Derek rubbed his palm across his face before wiping his sweat across her breasts, cackling as she shied away.
“These are nice tits, princess. Your daddy pay for them?”
Shame and lust sizzled through Mara. She’d gotten her boobs done years ago, but it was still a little embarrassing to have that acknowledged. “I… Please stop.”
“No. You like having big tits? You like men looking at you?”
“I don’t…” She could barely think. “Please just do it?”
He laughed. “You liked getting them done, didn’t you? Making men froth after you even more than they already did?”
“No!”
“You do. And it worked. No one can look at those legs and not want to spread ‘em.”
He settled between them, his body arching over hers like a bridge. He rubbed the head of his cock through her oversensitive folds, and Mara whimpered.
“Like that, do you?” he demanded, but before she could answer, he thrust inside her. She squealed as he split her open, his weight bearing down on hers.
“Fuck yes,” Derek hissed, his breath hot in her ear. “That’s at least ten grand right there.”
“I—”
“Shut up and take it, bitch.” He surged back, his hips driving hard, and Mara clung to his shoulders for dear life, her hair snagging on the sheets beneath her.
“Christ, you’re tight,” Derek grunted. “Get your legs around my ass.”
She wrapped herself around him, torn between pleasure and the strange awareness that this was the same man who’d made gentle love to her two nights ago, kissing her so deeply she thought she’d drown. But that was love with Derek. Hard and light. Soft and cruel.
He rose on his palms, the new angle rolling into places Mara could never seem to find on her own. She closed her eyes and tried not to make the squeaking sounds she always found embarrassing when she got close.
