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“Tell me how jealous you are at the thought of me fucking another man.” Alexis moaned, reaching a hand between us and sliding it below the waistband of my jeans.
“Fuck” I groaned, my dick growing harder by the second.
I wanted to fuck her. If I had known my jealousy and possessiveness were a turn-on, I would have played that card much earlier on her. I can’t think of a time I had ever seen my pretty viper this wound up over me and something I had done.
Her smooth hand wrapped around my hard cock, and she stroked me from base to tip with a firm squeeze. My eyes rolled to the back of my head; each movement from her was a stroke of heaven.
“Take me home, Derek.” She murmured, digging her nails into my shoulder. “Show me how much you hate the thought of another man between my legs, fucking me and taking what’s yours.” Her words were breathless, drunk on a high of desire.
I didn’t want to wait any longer; I needed her now, laid out before me like my own personal feast.
“I’ve got a better idea,” I smirked, raising a dark brow and grabbing her wrist, pulling her hand away from my starving cock.
Throwing open the door and reentering the apartment, I set my stern eyes on Dean and left no room for question.
“You two, get the fuck out, now.” I gestured to the door as I spun Alexis around and shoved her down onto the bed.
“Or stay and watch, I don’t give a fuck.” I added with a shrug, not even bothering to see their choice. I’d take her with an audience, but I’d much rather do it alone.
I unbuttoned my jeans, pulling my cock out and fisting it in my hand. Within seconds, I heard the door close, and I chuckled.
Alexis stared up at me with hungry eyes as she launched herself forward and dragged her tongue over the tip of my cock, licking up the bead of pre-cum that leaked out from it.
Chapter 18
Alexis
Ifyouweretoask what had come over me between the time I woke up this morning and now, I wouldn’t have an answer—at least not a good one. All I knew was that seeing Derek knock the shit out of Eli for simply kissing me, thinking that we had been fucking all this time, was beyond words. It took my breath away, literally.
I would never sleep with multiple men, whoring myself out. But the simple fact that Derek raged with jealousy over the idea of it made me giddy with excitement.
Derek was possessive, aggressive, and dominating. I’ve never wanted a man more, and pure molten desire burned between my thighs for him. I was on my knees, both figuratively and physically. Begging for a taste of his white-hot jealousy on my tongue.
Stating the fucking obvious here, I was a slut for him. I should have cared that Derek had kicked Eli out of his apartmentjust so we could fuck, but I didn’t. I needed him badly enough that I would have let him take me in the hallway or the back of his truck. I didn’t need a bed to come on his cock.
As he stood at the edge of the bed, I couldn’t help from crawling over to him, pulling myself up onto my knees, and lapping up the pre-cum that leaked out from the tip. I looked up at Derek through my long lashes and silently begged him for more.
Without breaking eye contact, I pressed my lips to his head, kissing his cock before sliding it between my lips and moaning as it glided to the back of my throat.
Derek hissed a curse before his fingers tangled in the hair at the back of my head as he began to roughly fuck my mouth. He drove himself down to the base, and I gagged just before he pulled himself out, my saliva dripping down my chin and falling to the sheets.
Gasping for breath, I tugged on his shirt for another go, like a bitch begging for a bone, but instead, he gripped my wrists and pushed me down onto the mattress, my thighs pressing tightly together as the thought of his cock inside of me threatened to drive me over the edge. I loved this side of him, the one that screamedshut the fuck up and take it.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this needy for me, pretty viper,” Derek growled, licking his lips and ripping off my shorts and thong. I twisted his shirt tightly in my fists, pulling myself up until our noses barely touched.
“I’ll always be a slut for you, pretty boy. That’s one truth I won’t deny you. I’ve already accepted it as fact.” I huffed with sarcasm before devouring his mouth with mine.
Never in my wildest dreams would I have considered myself a ‘slut’ for anyone, but in the case of Derek—I knew what I was, and I wasn’t ashamed of it. You could be a strong bad-ass bitch and still sink to your knees for the right person. Does it make you weak to submit? No, if anything, it makes you powerful—control makes you powerful, and it turned me the fuck on when I had it with him.
I moaned into his mouth as he took me by surprise, sliding two fingers into my throbbing cunt, and started roughly fucking me with them. I dug my nails into his shoulders, rocking my hips against his hand to increase the friction.
“Goddamn, Lex, I love how wet you get for me—” He groaned, releasing my mouth and pulling his fingers out of me, sliding them between his lips and sucking them clean. “and how fucking magnificent you taste.”
“Eat me or fuck me, Derek, but I need one or the other right now.” I whimpered, unable to restrain myself from him any longer, writhing for his cock. I’ve never been this desperate for someone, but my body screamed for him to take it, use it, and make it come.
“Got any more filthy words for me?” He chuckled, gripping and spreading my thighs before dragging his tongue up my slit and sucking my clit into his mouth like a vacuum.
“Fuck… you, fuck… yes.” I squeaked through my breathless moans, holding onto his hair with one hand as the other gripped the sheets, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
