Page 82 of Lovewell Lane

Looking up at me like he wanted every part of me.

“I said keep talking,” he repeated. And this time it wasn’t teasing. It was an order. Challenging. Like he was daring me to disobey.

“Scarlet is starting to promote it on soc—”

His hands slid under my shirt, fingers splaying over my waist, like he needed to memorize me. I threaded my fingers through his hair, tugging him closer.

“Good girl,” he said as I continued talking.

My breath caught in my chest. “Fuck, don’t do that.”

“You like hearing that, don’t you? That you’re doing a good job?” Derek teased. “You work so hard. Is that why? You want me to tell you so?”

His hand lifted up to push the hair out of my face. His gaze trailed down from my eyes all the way to my hips where his other hand rested. “I asked you a question, sweetheart.”

“Yes,” I blurted. I would agree to anything if he kept calling me that in his gravelly voice. My face felt so hot, I was delirious. I’d say whatever he wanted to keep him talking to me in those warm approving murmurs.

His hands fumbled with the button on my jeans before he leaned in and caught my zipper with his teeth. I watched with bated breath as he slowly pulled down the zipper with his mouth, suddenly feeling his hot breath right where I wanted him. Hegripped my hips only to yank me further down on the couch. I melted into his arms until I was in his lap on the floor. His hips rolled up into me. He was hot, so hot that I felt every inch of him burning against my skin.

My hands flew to hold onto his shoulders as he rolled his hips again. I bit down on my hand to muffle a moan as the fabric of his sweats grinded against my clit. Even through the fabric of our clothing, I could feel everything. He fit perfectly against me.

My legs tensed where they straddled his thighs. I slid against him in an effort to get him to grind faster. His hands flexed on my hips and kept me pinned right where I was. He refused to give up any control to me.

“Slow, remember,” he whispered in my ear. He nipped at my earlobe. “You wanted to take things slow.”

“I think we’re past that,” I breathed out.

He continued dragging my hips slowly against him. I let out little gasps as he pulled me down harder. All I could do was move with him, chasing the pressure against my clit.

Derek stuttered as I moved harder against him. He looked down at his sweats and squeezed his eyes shut before letting out a sweet moan. I followed his line of vision to see that I’d left a damp spot on his sweats.

“Fuck,” he exhaled. One of his hands shot up to smooth down my spine all the way to grip my ass. It looked like he was doing it to calm himself down more than anything.

“That’s it. You’re so fucking wet,” he groaned. “Making such a mess.”

I let out a yelp of embarrassment as he lifted me and carried me to his bedroom. My hips kept chasing his as he walked us from the living room to his bed. I needed him closer. Wanted him to tell me he was mine and I was his and that everything would be okay. He pushed us both to lay on the bed with him on top of me.

He pulled back for what felt like a second to pull down his sweats and reached his arm behind his back to pull his t-shirt over his head. I watched him hungrily. This was the sexiest show I’d ever gotten, and I knew for a fact he wasn’t even trying.

He was big. Not just in length, but he was thick too. I stared at him while I wondered how the fuck that was going to fit.

Derek watched my face as I stared at him. He laughed. “Like what you see?”

I could barely hear him, still focused on the sheer size of him. He grabbed my knee to pull me closer to the edge of the bed. Suddenly, I snapped back to reality and started pulling my shirt over my head.

Derek smiled down at me as I rushed to get undressed. He slowed my hurried movements by stopping my hands with his own and pulling off my bra and panties for me.

“Look at you,” he murmured breathlessly. Dragging the head of his cock against me, he smeared my own wetness around.

My head fell back to the bed. I was delirious with his teasing. “Please, Derek. I want you. I can’t wait any longer.”

He grabbed my hips, pulling me closer again until we were pressed against each other. Spreading my legs wider, he fit himself between my thighs and grinded his cock against me.

A choked moan escaped me as he pushed against me. It was impossibly hotter without any clothes separating us. The obscene sound of him slapping his cock on me made me jolt. He dragged himself over me, getting himself wet as I watched his jaw tighten.

He continued rocking between my thighs slowly until I felt like I was going to break. My hands were fisted in the sheets as he played with me with a smile.

“Derek, please,” I whined. “I want you inside of me. Fuck me.”

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