DangerousPassion (6 page)

Derek tended to consume women, and for the past decade and a half had known many, many of them
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and almost without exception, they were quite wealthy, sexually promiscuous, and generally from a family listed on the social register. More critically, they were almost always slender and petite, with trim hips and small firm breasts, their femininity understated even if their desire for sexual delights was overstated. Sarah was the antithesis of what he had always considered necessary in a woman for him to truly desire her sexually.

He could not keep his hips still. He thrust at Sarah, meeting her forward movement, driving his solid cock through her fist and into her warm, wet oral embrace. When Derek invaded too deeply, Sarah’s head snapped back, and she looked up fearfully into his eyes for only a moment before resuming the blowjob.

“You are magnificent,” Derek said, the three words having to be forced out through clenched teeth. A shiver went through his powerful body. “So magnificent that I need more.” He reached down and grabbed Sarah firmly by her upper arms. When he spoke, his tone was both lustful and demanding. “I want all of you. Everything. You can’t hold anything back.” He literally hauled her to her feet. “I won’t let you. I want everything you have to give, or nothing at all.”

The physical comforts of the warehouse rooftop were definitely lacking, but nothing short of the searing fires of Hell could have stopped Derek. Sarah was looking around for something soft and comfortable, but Derek had other plans, and since he was infinitely more powerful than she, he had his way.

“Kiss me,” Derek demanded, pressing Sarah against the wooden wall.

He brought his mouth down to hers. As he kissed her, Derek raised Sarah’s left knee, then positioned his lean hips between her tapering thighs. He thrust forward, pushing Sarah backward against the wall. His erection slid against her thigh.

“Help me,” Derek hissed, his tone bordering on anger, his lips warm against Sarah’s face.

She reached between their bodies, and when she curled her fingers around him again, his cock leapt as though grateful for the assistance. She guided him, and once he was moistened with the lubricating honey of her passion, Derek pushed forward, driving into Sarah slowly but relentlessly.

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Sarah clenched her teeth and squeezed her eyes tightly shut as she felt herself expanding, yielding to Derek’s greater strength and his frightening size. Never before had she needed to accommodate so much.

He’s too big! she thought, suddenly in a panic.

And just when Sarah was about to beg Derek to stop, just when she was about to admit the ultimate embarrassment that he was too big and that she (despite her voluptuousness) was too small…Derek retreated. He slipped out of her pussy slowly, with controlled strength, until only the very tip of his cock was still between Sarah’s tingling lips. When he was nearly completely dislodged, he waited, pausing several breathless seconds before he again began his slow, relentless invasion. He entered her more deeply on the second advance, and even more on the third. To Sarah’s astonishment, what had begun as pain had become nothing but pleasure.

“Oh, god!” Sarah purred, balancing precariously on one foot. It seemed the entirely wrong thing to say, but she had no bearings or landmarks to guide her in these uncharted waters. She laced her fingers together behind Derek’s neck, holding tightly onto him as his thick, deep thrust forced her to yield to his strength.

With Derek, Sarah felt as though she was a virgin again. Or, at least, she felt as though the times that she had taken Edgar’s insignificant penis into her body really didn’t count, as though what Edgar did to her wasn’t sex at all. And then, jarringly, she realized that what she had done with Edgar might have been sex, but it certainly wasn’t making love.

Sarah closed her eyes, amazed at the sensations going through her. She was not a helpless woman, but she felt weak and small when she was in Derek’s embrace. He was so powerful, so thoroughly and completely an alpha male, that she was consumed by his strength. Each thrust
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now coming with increasing speed and force
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slammed her with measured violence against the wall.

Each thrust caused Derek’s pulsing shaft to rub against her clitoris. Sarah buried her face in the crook of Derek’s neck and shoulder, feeling the smoothness of his shirt against her cheek in wild discord with other sensations shooting through her body. Derek was thrusting with steadily increasing fury into her melting, accommodating pussy. The sound of masculine flesh colliding with feminine flesh echoed in her ears. Never before had she heard that precise sound so distinctly.

“Oh, Derek! Oh, no!” Sarah suddenly gasped, her tone laced with rising panic.

But there was really no reason to panic. Derek understood
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even if Sarah did not
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why she was so frantic. The orgasm was so near and approaching so swiftly she really did not have any time to prepare herself for it. Each hard plunge of Derek’s magnificent cock filled Sarah completely. She tossed her head back, oblivious to any noise or pain that was caused when her head struck the wall behind her. Her breasts felt over-full and extremely sensitive, and all the muscles in her stomach tightened to a painful degree.

And then the contractions began! Like an eruption of pure emotion, Sarah could accept no more ecstasy without release. She bared her teeth and bit Derek’s straining shoulder as he plunged into her flexing pussy again and again. She heard him growl as he drove into her even harder than before, gasping at the pain she caused him with her teeth yet doing nothing to stop her.

Never before had Sarah felt so completely overpowered. The sheer, physical force that Derek possessed dominated Sarah, yet it did not frighten her, even though there were definitely elements of pain that went along with the pleasure. She skipped seamlessly from the first orgasm to the second one, surprising Sarah because she had never before had a second orgasm in an evening, and also because the second was even more powerful and emotionally draining than the first.

She wanted him to stop then, but she knew that Derek wouldn’t. Now that she had reached her own summit, she was much too sensitive and sore to accept the continuing thrusts. She felt Derek’s hand on her backside, his powerful fingers pressing into her buns, and felt the rough surface of the wall against her hips and shoulders each time she was forced against it. But most of all she felt Derek thrusting into her endlessly, driving deeper and deeper with each thrust until, at long last, he let out an animal sound of passion.

As his semen surged through him, Derek lifted Sarah, raising her so that neither foot was on the rooftop. For a few brief seconds he had Sarah literally pinned against the wall with his erection.

The savage growl of ecstasy that was ripped from his throat when he could accept no more pleasure was music to Sarah. Never before had she known a man as primitive as Derek. He was a dangerous barbarian who dressed as a gentleman. He was a tiger pretending to be a house cat. She adored him with an intensity that was almost idolatry...though a soft voice whispered a warning in her brain that Derek had released his seed inside her.

When he relaxed his hold on Sarah and allowed her to place both feet upon the rooftop, she was not at all certain that her legs were strong enough to support her. Her arms were still around his neck, and Sarah clutched at him with what little strength she had left. She was breathing deeply, her body tingling all over, her cheek against his chest.

“Never...never has it felt...like that,” Sarah said between gulps of refreshing air. “Ever. Never ever.”

Derek kissed the top of Sarah’s head, feeling the satiny texture of her auburn hair against his lips, smelling the delicate aroma of the shampoo that she had used that morning.

“It’ll get even better,” Derek said, holding Sarah lightly in his arms. He guided her over to a wooden crate so that she could sit. “Trust me, it’ll get even better. I know what I’m talking about.”

What scared Sarah most was that she believed him.

Chapter Four

Sitting on a small wooden crate, Sarah gazed up at Derek as he stood looking down at her. He pulled up his trousers and fastened the waist button, though his belt remained unbuckled. His penis did not entirely deflate, which made it impossible for Derek to tuck himself back inside and button his fly.

“Leave it out,” Sarah said, shocking herself at her own boldness. “I like seeing you that way.”

Derek gave her a half-smile, his eyes glittering darkly in the thin moonlight. He shrugged his shoulders, acquiescing to Sarah’s wishes, his half-slumbering cock pale against the black gabardine fabric of his trousers. For a fleeting moment a niggling sense of possessiveness gripped Sarah. She suspected she was not the first woman to make such an immodest request of this man. She wondered whether she had the right to be resentful of his previous sexual conquests. A moment later she rationally realized that she didn’t have the right to be jealous
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but she didn’t give a damn about anybody else’s rights, and privately decided that she really disliked a lot of women she had never known, whose faces she’d never seen…and all because they had succumbed to Derek’s seduction.

After doing a slow perusal of the perimeter of the building, Derek came back to Sarah, his clothes perfectly in order with the singular exception of his unbuttoned fly and the rather visible reason the fly remained unbuttoned. Sarah smiled, amused that Derek’s penis, even when he wasn’t aroused, was both longer and much thicker than Edgar’s when at full extension.

“Stand up,” Derek said, his voice low, his timbre rich. “Stand up for me. I want to look at you.”

Sarah stood slowly, her full-lipped mouth quirked slightly with pleasure as Derek paid special attention to the swaying movement of her majestic breasts. With Edgar, she had always hated being looked at whether she was naked or clothed; with Derek, his ardent attention made her feel more beautiful and desired than she had imagined possible. Derek’s eyes caressed her; Edgar’s eyes groped her. The difference couldn’t be starker, and the instinctive response of both her mind and body couldn’t have been more elemental.

Derek stepped closer to Sarah, looking down at her with a new intensity. “Take your clothes off, Sarah. Everything. I don’t want you to hide anything from me.” With the toe of his boot he moved some of the rooftop’s stones. “You can keep your shoes on, but nothing else.”

Sarah was amused, but still said with a hint of umbrage, “You’re getting demanding.”

“Yes, I am. I’m in charge. You’ll do what I tell you.”

A shiver went up Sarah’s spine. She hadn’t expected this authoritarianism from Derek, and she wasn’t certain how to respond to it. Instinctively, she hated it whenever she had to follow orders…but with Derek, with his commanding presence and his sheer physical size and strength so nearby, she found herself willing to comply. Her pussy began to tingle. Her nipples were visibly more erect. Sarah’s mind might have resisted such a blatant Alpha presence; her body knew better.

“Hurry,” Derek said. “I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

Sarah pushed what remained of her dress and camisole over her shoulders and down her arms. A moment later her belt was removed, and then her dress fell around her ankles. She wore only a single petticoat beneath her dress. Her knickers had been abandoned in the alley more than an hour earlier, along with Derek’s hat that had fallen off. Now completely naked except for her side-button boots and white socks, Sarah folded her hands over her pussy, hiding herself, knowing that she was disobeying this dangerous gunman who could set her body ablaze with passion.

“That’s one hell of a body,” Derek said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Move your hands. Don’t make me have to ask you again.”

Sarah let her hands fall to her sides. Her heart quickened, and a blush eased over her cheeks, neck, and chest. Derek’s gaze went slowly from her face to her breasts, then down to her pussy. His cock began to stiffen, growing longer, thicker, the shaft and head pale and beautiful against the black trousers.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded.

“What?” Sarah exclaimed. She wasn’t certain she liked this sudden dictatorial change in the man that had rescued her.

“Don’t make me have to tell you again.”

“W-Where?” Sarah felt dizzy, disoriented. Edgar had never asked her to do anything like this, and he was the only man she had any sexual experience with.

“Touch your nipples. Let me see how you like to caress them.” Derek took another half-step closer to Sarah, within arm’s reach now. “Then touch your pussy. I want to see how you do it when you’re alone and your body aches for the release that only comes with a really good climax.”

Sarah gasped and her jaw dropped open. Without thinking about it, she put her hands over her ears.

With a chuckle, Derek said, “Don’t lie to me by saying that you don’t masturbate. I know you do. You’re much too passionate, your body much too ripe and alive, for you not to masturbate.”

Sarah caught her lower lip between her teeth. The words that Derek spoke evoked mental images that were shocking to Sarah...shocking, but not distasteful. To her complete surprise, her pussy was itching, tingling, getting creamy once again. Her clitoris throbbed softly. She was looking straight into Derek’s eyes when her left palm passed from her hip over to her stomach, then traveled slowly upward until she held the generous mound of her right breast in her hand, the stiffened nipple peeking out between her first and second fingers. As she began to slowly massage her breast, Sarah’s right hand slipped between her naked thighs, her middle two fingers pressing lightly against a pink clitoris that was both erect and tingling with anticipation of events that Sarah herself couldn’t even imagine.

Sarah’s right hand began moving in a slow, circular motion. With her fingertips she felt the heat and wetness of her excitement, of her acceptance of Derek as the man powerful enough to be the leader she needed but had never sought. She pinched her nipple, pulling and twisting on it to send shivers of lust racing through her veins.

“Oh...” she sighed, staring at Derek’s handsome face as his gaze went slowly up and down over her, taking in her erotic performance with a connoisseur’s appraisal. “Oh, Derek...why are you making me...making me do this?”

He smiled. “I’m only doing what you want me to.”

Sarah’s gaze went from Derek’s face down to his cock, which had grown considerably since the last time she had looked at it. It was nearly fully engorged now, long and thick with a blue vein running a squiggly path along its broad, almost flat upper surface. Just looking at Derek’s cock excited Sarah, making her body respond in unprecedented ways. She had never—never ever—responded sensually to the sight of Edgar’s erect penis.

A low, trembling sigh escaped Sarah. She rubbed her pussy faster, more firmly, suddenly and embarrassingly aware that Derek’s thick, slippery semen was lubricated her clitoris. It was with some effort that she was able to drag her heated gaze from Derek’s cock up to his face.

“You...” was all she could whisper before the words stopped coming. Her pink tongue made a furtive circumference of her mouth to moisten lips that had gone dry from her labored breathing. With some difficulty she finished her thought with, “You are wicked.”

An arched brow raised above an eye that shimmered like wet onyx. “Yes, I am,” Derek admitted. “I want you to tell me something, Sarah...”

Her right hand moved with an increasingly feverish intensity on her clitoris. Sarah abandoned her breasts, reaching down with her left hand to push two fingers into her pussy as her right continued its circular pattern on her clitoris. When this aroused, only her pussy mattered.

She asked, “Tell you what?” Sarah felt an orgasm approaching at a furious pace.

“Tell me...do you want to suck my cock?”

She closed her eyes, embarrassment and shame flooding her senses. She nodded.

“I can’t hear you.” The tone faintly mocked.

“I want...” she began, but then the words died away. The fingers invading her pussy were now more than merely slick with Derek’s semen. His cum pooled in her thrashing left palm. In a small corner of Sarah’s brain that was still capable of coherent thought, she realized that the sheer volume of Derek’s orgasm was many times larger than that of Edgar’s. She felt a trickle of sperm dribble down the inside of her right thigh. She cleared her throat and said declaratively and rather more loudly than she’d planned, “I want to suck your cock.” Several seconds passed before she added, “You bastard.”

Again, the right side of Derek’s mouth quirked upward in a sardonic grin. “Am I the first man you’ve ever given a blowjob to?”

Sarah nodded. Her eyes held desperation in them. The approaching climax brought with it all the subtlety and promise of an earthquake. She whispered, “Don’t d-do this to me.”

Still calm and dispassionate despite the circumstances, Derek asked, “Are you going to come?”

Sarah’s brow furrowed. She didn’t understand, but that didn’t slow down the movement of her hands.

Derek sighed as though disappointed at having to explain such things. “Are you going to have an orgasm?”

“Yes.”

“Soon?”

“Yes, damn you!” The three words were filled with utter and complete feminine desperation.

“Then, Sarah, let me ask you something…” Derek began, but then paused teasingly, a master magician in control of an audience in thrall. “When you come, do you want to have my cock in your mouth?”

“Oh, god!” she shrieked, dropping to her knees, helpless against sensations Derek elicited.

An instant later she had the plump head of Derek’s cock pressing against the opening of her throat, her lips a snug, pink ring around the pulsing, iron-hard shaft. And a split second after that, her orgasm began with a series of harsh, jolting spasms that shook her voluptuous body. The wet, slapping sound of her palm striking the lips of her pussy as she fingered herself furiously mingling with the high-pitched, almost squealing sound that Sarah emitted as she came.

Four harsh contractions were followed by four more contractions of lessening intensity. When it was finally over, Sarah blinked her eyes as though coming out of a trance. She was suddenly aware of the uncomfortable sensation of small pebbles on the rooftop digging into the bare skin of her knees. She still had two fingers inside her pussy, two fingers against her clitoris, and Derek’s cock still filled her mouth. Her breathing was deep and erratic through her nose; her heart raced; her mind whirled dizzily.

Slowly, Sarah leaned away from Derek, letting his erection slide between her lips until he was at last free of her mouth. Hot shame colored her cheeks and ears. She looked down and saw that the hand between her legs was dripping with sperm, and on the rooftop beneath her was a slowly expanding puddle of Derek’s passion.

She whispered “So...much...semen” with a sense of wonder.

Utterly calm despite the flagrant erection sticking out through his unbuttoned fly, Derek replied, “I think we can get you home now. The streets seem quiet enough.” She gave him a look of utter incredulity. He said, “I think you’ll be more comfortable at home, don’t you?”

Sarah picked up her petticoat and wiped her hands with it. She couldn’t look up at Derek. She was more ashamed of herself than ever before in her life. She simply couldn’t understand why she was powerless against Derek, complete helpless against his erotic allure. He inspired in her a wild, licentious sense of abandon that she never dreamed she possessed. She lifted her gaze just enough to see his cock, as rigid as ever, its head and an inch of its shaft still glistening moistly with her saliva.

In a voice so soft Derek was barely able to hear despite his nearness, Sarah asked, “Why can’t I say ‘no’ to you?”