If you think it ends with some stair sex, you are sadly mistaken. I mean, seriously. We are the horniest people in the world. There are horny toads. I'm not sure if these toads are horny. I mean, I know that are all rough looking and that is probably why they are called horny toads, but if they were horny because they fucked like, well, horny toads... Then we are horny toads. Because stair sex is the beginning of all kinds of sex. And we have hours to burn.
"Where are you going?" Derek asks as I stand up and pull my pants up.
"I told you I was thirsty." I tell him with a nod as I head upstairs. I was already thirsty, and post-coital, I am like an animal. Post-coital, I could drain the biggest body of water in the world. Blame it on the cum that pours out of my body, rendering me dehydrated.
"I know you are... Want a drink?" Derek asks with a smile as he rubs his flaccid cock.
"Not of that. And If I did... You aren't even close to ready." I giggle as I walk away. I mean, it has been all of maybe five minutes and he is ready for fuck round two.
"Oh, I can be ready. I can be ready now if need be." He tells me with a big nod. I think he may be right. The boy can rise to the occasion, and when I say rise... I mean rise. Like a high rise building. Like a cement pillar. Steel erection. He sure as hell gets it up.
"Sure." I taunt him. At the moment, I want to egg him on. I want to see if he can. Even if I already more than know that it is so possible. I quickly walk up the stairs. My legs are still quivering as I take step after step in post coital bliss.
"A little shaky, are we?" He laughs as he follows me. He can see it. I can feel it.
"Hell yes, I am shaky. You just fucked the life out of me." I whisper loudly as I walk. One thing about me... I am loud. I talk loud. I whisper loud. In other words, anyone in the house probably heard me say it. One thing I can do, fuck silent. If need be, I can remain completely silent.
"And I am ready to do it again." Derek tells me with a grin as he spins me around and pushes me against the counter. He grasps my ass cheeks tightly and stares into my eyes. I think he has a problem. He seriously does have a problem.
"You are screwed in the head. You know that, right?" I ask with a giggle. I am just as screwed up, but I will never admit it. I would rather remain in my famous state of denial.
"I do. And I want you to screw my head." He tells me with a smile. How can I deny that? I cannot. I cannot stop myself. I have to. Have to.
"Drink." I tell him frankly. "I uh... Need a drink." I tell him as I try to pull away from his body that is pinning mine.
"Stay here." He says as he walks to the refrigerator and grabs a bottle of water. I stay at the island countertop and watch as he walks back to me. "Here." He says as he hands me the water and kneels down. I feel his fingers play at my pajama pants. He quickly rips them down and lifts me onto the counter.
"What are you doing?" I ask in shock as I feel my ass on the cold counter. He quickly spreads my legs and smiles.
"Getting my drink." He tells me with a smile as his head disappears into my bush. Luckily I trimmed that shit. He would have gotten lost down there. He is a jungle adventurer and a good one at that. As long as he uses his compass and follows the clit, we are good.
"Oh..." I moan as he slides his tongue into my vagina. No teasing. Now he is tasting. I take a long sip of my water as he dives in and out with his long tongue. "Oh...god..." I giggle as I looked down at him. I can smell my own aroma filling the air.
"Clit time." He says with a smile as he looks up at me and licks each of my pussy lips. His smooth tongue is divine over my soft lips. I take another sip and he moves to the spot. I know my clit is well hooded at the moment and he will have to coax it out. He knows just how to do that.
"Oh... Yeah... There!" I gasp as he runs his tongue over it hard. I like it soft and hard. He knows how. He knows all. "Oh...Faster... Flick it, Derek!"
"Oh yeah... You taste sweet, baby. So sweet." He tells me as he rubs me hard. I can feel my clit growing in size as he talks sweetly to in it's language. "Oh yum..." He tells me as he abandons my clit and dives back into my vagina. "Oh yes..." He tells me as he takes one long lick straight up my wet slit. He is milking it. He is stimulating my sweet spot.
"Derek... Make me cum... Please?" I ask as I spread my legs farther and grasp my water.
"Drink." He says quickly as he opens his mouth and looks up at me. I smile as I pour a large amount of water down his throat, filling his mouth and over spilling. I water as the water trickles down his throat and soaks his shirt. Derek grabs the bottle and pours it over my slit, sucking it dry. I wince at the icy cold sensation over my clitoris.
"Oh god..." I gasp as I feel the cold and his warm tongue licking me. "Oh god... Oh god... Oh...oh..." I whimper as he tongues me as quickly as he can. "Oh god... Oh... OH!" I cry out as I feel my walls slam down. The contractions gets uncontrollable as my body quivers and pulsates all over. I can't stop the twitching of my feet and hands as contraction after contraction slides over my body. Derek sets the water on the counter. In my post coital fog, I grab it and pour it over his head.
"Fuck!" He gasps as he looks up at me, his head soaking wet like a prized athlete. He is. He is that good. "Thanks.. That was... Whew! Good shit."
"Oh god..." I say as I lay my back down on the counter. "I like drinking. And you... Wow. Just... Wow!" I gasp. He never ceases to amaze me. Wet and wild we are.
I lay there post-coital. It's funny how you don't have any common sense during or after sex. It's like everything flies out the window, never to return. I am laying on my grandparent's countertop, pants down and I don't even care. Anyone could walk in, and I don't care. Okay, I care. I would totally flip if they saw me. I would freak the fuck out. But thankfully, no one is coming . Well, no one except Derek.
"Oh yeah..." I say softly to myself as I jump off of the counter and pull my pants off. "Come on..." I whisper throatily as I grab his drawstring and pull him along. I want to ride him, and I want to ride him hard.
bAlright! /b
I look into Derek's eyes as I pull him along. I am walking backwards. I don't want to break the gaze between us. Right now, we are communicating on some crazy sexual level. Right now, I can see the definition of his chest, and his hard cock so close to my prying hand. I want to teach him a lesson. I want him to leave here feeling or thinking something that he never has before. Like that I am a good fuck. And he better not forget it.
"Whoa..." Derek says as he watches me walking backwards, pulling him along. I think maybe he knows he is in for it. He is ready for me. Ready for the fuck.
"I think..." I whisper as I hit the floor. "I need...to show you... What I am capable of." I say as I walk backwards into his room.
"And what would that be?" Derek asked as he shut the door with his foot. I hear it click loudly as it hits the strike plate. We are alone. And I am going to get my freak on. I am going to get him good.
"Why don't we wait and find out?" I ask with a smile as I walk backwards.
I stop feet from the bed and run my hands over his chest. I grab the hem of his Hollister shirt and slide it over his head. His chest is perfect. Perfection in front of me. Derek smirks as he pulls my shirt over my head, and then takes off my demi push up. Derek leans in and takes my nipple into his mouth. I love it when he tongues my nipple. His smooth, broad tongue flicks me gently as he sucks hard.
"This is my show." I tell him as I rip his pants off of his body. His cock bounces as my hand grazes over it. I can tell by the look on his face that he is more than ready for this.
"Your show, huh?" He asks with a smile. "Fine... Let's see just how you run this show of yours?" Derek asks as he looks at me. He isn't going to undress me. He is making me do it. I quickly slide my pants down and reveal my dripping wet mound.
"My show... My rules. Lets just show you." I tell him as I run over and grab a condom out of the table. I rush back to my spot and rip the package open, grasping his manhood in my hand. I hold the power. He needs to know that. I smile at my accomplishment, and I look into his eyes as I grab his hand and pull him down on the bed with me.
bBreak me down
You got a lovely face
We're going to your place
And now you've got to freak me out
Scream so loud
Getting fucking laid
You want me to stay
But I got to make my way /b
"I think this would be me taking charge." Derek tells me as he lays between my spread legs. He feels so strong and in control as he lays above me, showing me who is the boss.
"For the moment." I say with a dirty smile as I wrap my legs around his thighs and wait for him to thrust his throbbing member deep into my core. "The moment..." I laugh.
Derek smiles. For the moment, he is determined to show me. I feel his hard cock slide into my wet folds. I was more than ready for him, dripping wet. My naturally slippery, white lubrication guiding him into ecstasy. I moan loudly as he withdraws and goes right back in for the kill.
"Oh god, Derek..." I squeal loudly. I am not q squealer, but the pain and pleasure he is throwing on me is far more than moan worthy. "Oh yes... You big fuck!" I tell him as I thrust my hips into him. I need him. I feel like an animal. I need him. I quickly run my long nails over his back. I can feel his flesh moving under my nails. As his thrusting increases, my grip tightens.
"You are so fucking tight, Mer!" He shouts. I am. I am that fucking tight. I know that he has to be dying. Dying of pure pleasure because I am strangling him. I am milking that cock and telling it who is boss as he bends to my rule. I run my hands down his ass and grip it tightly, squeezing with every thrust.
bHey!
You're crazy bitch
But you fuck so good I'm on top of it
When I dream
I'm doing you all night
Scratches all down my back to keep me right on /b
"Oh...Oh...Oh..." I pant loudly as I grind my hips against him. His thick manhood fills me up, moving my walls apart with every penetration. I just want him. I want all of him. I want him to know that when it comes to sex, I can do it. And with him, I can do it well.
"Fuck...fuck...fuck..." Derek grunts with every thrust. We've had sex, but this is rough. Derek is putting in all he has, hitting me hard, and hitting me fast. I feel his mouth suck on my chest as he pulls in and out with force. There is no ease, even with my wetness, it's still tight. And he is still thick.
bHey!
You're crazy bitch
But you fuck so good I'm on top of it
When I dream
I'm doing you all night
Scratches all down my back to keep me right on /b
Derek's mouth licks at my soft flesh leaving a wet trail from his tongue. It slides so smoothly and he tastes my sweetness. He runs his tongue between my breasts, sucking gently. I feel his hard body sliding over my soft body as he glides in and out with perfection. I can feel his strength radiating through my body as he forces himself upon me.
"Faster...faster...faster..." I shout as I buck my hips up at him, moving along with his motions, playing with his ass cheeks, my fingers teasing the crack. "Oh yeah...Right there...Right there!" I shout as I pant hard. The bed is squeaking. The headboard is pounding on the wall.
bTake it off
The paper is your game
You jump in bed with fame
Another one night payed in full
You're so fine
It won't be a loss
Cashing in the rocks
Just to get you face to face /b
I can't take it. RIght now, he is in charge. I need to be in charge. I grasp him tightly, and use all of my weight to flip him over on his back. I smile at my newfound position. Usually, I hate being on top. Not tonight. Tonight I am in this for me. Tonight, I am showing him just how great I can be. My thighs lay around his powerful frame. I place my hands on his strong sweaty chest. I lift my body up and come down on his cock hard. I am pounding him now. I frantically rock round on round, rotating my hips.
"Oh god... You fuck me so good!" Derek shouts as he looked up at me. I feel his hands on my ass, grasping tightly as I rock on his iron rod. I feel the sweat beads forming on the small of my back from my efforts.
"Oh yes...Oh yes..." I pant as I slow down a little. I am not ready to be there yet. I am not ready to feel ultimate pleasure. I rock slowly, seeing a mixture of emotions on his face.
bHey!
You're crazy bitch
But you fuck so good I'm on top of it
When I dream
I'm doing you all night
Scratches all down my back to keep me right on /b
"Come on... Let's go." Derek says as he thrusts himself up into me. I smirk at his neediness. This is fun. Way too fun.
"Do you need it?" I tease as I look into his eyes. "How bad do you need it?" I ask. I want him to beg. I want him to realize I am the powerful one, and he is weak in my rule. He needs to appreciate what he is getting from me. He is getting good things. Very good things.
"Bad... I fucking need to cum. Give it to me... Please fuck my brains out." He shouts as he grasps my hips and guides me. I am grinding at a snails pace. I want him to suffer for a few.
"Oh god... Fuck it!" I shout as I frantically rock. "Fuck yes...fuck yes!" I shout as I rock forward and backward. I can feel my thigh muscles burning as I put in the biggest effort I ever have. All of my muscles are straining and I feel the burn as my hair gets damp from the sweat. I feel him claw my sides in desperation.
bGet the video
Fuck you so good
Get the video
Fuck you so good
Crazy bitch
Crazy bitch
Crazy... bitch /b
"Oh god...You are fucking nuts!" Derek yells as I bounce on him. I am riding a bronc. I am riding a wild stallion that needs to be tamed. Derek's hands move up my abdomen and over my breasts. He squeezes as I bounce hard on his cock. Now I am ready. I am ready to give it to him. I am ready to get there. "Cum for me, Mer... Fucking let it go and flood my cock with your sweet juices." He says as he rolls his eyes back and smiles.
"Fuck...I'm there... I am there!" I scream as I feel myself on the edge. I could pull away, but I don't have the personal strength to do it. I need it too bad. I need to fall like the weak person that I am. "Oh...there...Oh...MY GOD!" I shout as it comes faster than I thought. I feel my body hit it's mark and go out of control. My feet begin to twitch as every nerve is awoken. "Oh...Oh...Oh..." I pant as I stop riding him as sit on his pole.
"Oh fuck...Here is it...Here I come!" Derek spits as he drives himself into me. I feel his hard rod start to pulsate and shoot out his spurts of cum, filling the condom to it's brink. I sit there, my juices sliding out and around his cock, dripping down his balls.
bHey
You're crazy bitch
But you fuck so good I'm on top of it
When I dream
I'm doing you all night
Scratches all down my back
Come on!
Baby girl
You want it all
To be a star you'll have to go down
Take it off
No need to talk
You're crazy but I like the way you fuck me! /b
"Holy shit, Mer." Derek gasps as he looks up at me. I am out of breath. He is out of breath. I smell the sweet smell of cum floating in the air. Derek slides him fingers and and takes a lick of my sweetness. "Fuck you are good." He tells me with a nod.
"That was good." I agree as I sit a top him like I am mounted. I am mounted on his manhood. It is the perfect place to be. I smile as I look into his satisfied blue eyes.
"Good... So good." Derek agrees, nothing better to say. "You're fucking nuts... But I like it!" He tells me with a nod. I tend to agree.
bYou keep me right on
You're crazy but I like the way you fuck me! /b
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A marathon is defined as a long-lasting or difficult task or operation of a specified kind. We are marathon runners. Maybe not runners. Fuckers. Marathon fuckers. And our marathon, difficult, not so much. Nothing about the fuck-fests that Derek and I have are difficult. In fact, it is very easy. Unbelievably easy. It is a simple task that leads to great things. I love great things. Especially when they cum in my core and make he squeal. I think our marathon is better defined as a long-lasting task. A very long lasting task. One that goes on and goes and goes. Or dare I say cums and cums and cums.
"That is the longest fuck session I have ever had." Derek tells me as I look up. I need to get the hell out of this bed. He is spent. He is done for. Not to mention, he will be leaving soon. He has an hour before he needs to leave. I'm sure everyone is getting up to leave, and here he is, post-coital and out of his mind.
"Yeah. I was good. And long. But mostly good." I tell him with a nod. I could honestly go another round. I could do it. But he is done. He is spent. There is no way he could go for shot number five. Most men wouldn't make it as long as he has. Apparently, from my line of questioning, it appears that two or three is the magic number. And Derek just blew past that in a very good way.
"Very..." He agrees with a smile. I look at him and shake my head. I do need to get my ass out of this bed and to my own. I would love to get some much needed sleep. If that is at all possible.
"Okay." I say frankly as I throw my legs over the side of the bed. I hate it when he looks at me. During sex, your mind is cloudy. After, you can look. You notice off of those imperfections that you seemed to look over when you were in the middle of your dirty rotten deed.
"Okay what?" Derek asks as he looks at me. I quickly grab my shirt. At least my shirt covers most of me until I can get some pants on.
"Okay... It was great. Good. All of that." I tell him with a nod as I pull my pajama pants on. I forget about my panties. I just want to get dressed and get dressed in a hurry.
"That's it?" Derek asks as he looked up at me in shock. I'm not really sure why he is in shock. He doesn't have a reason to be in shock. He should be glad. Happy. All of that good stuff.
"Uh... I'm not really sure what you are talking about. But yes... That is it. I'm not- You are a fuck buddy. If you expect me to sit here and talk, you are slightly insane." I spit angrily. The whole point of this was a no feelings relationship. A simple fuck. And now he wants to talk. And talk about what?
"Well... You are just a fuck too. That is it. And I don't want to talk. I'm just- Yeah. Good fuck. Thanks for all the sex. It was great." He says as he climbs out of the bed. I think there was some sarcasm. I'm not really sure. Sex does things to your brain.
"What the fuck is your problem?" I ask with a laugh as I look at him. I always throw my hands up when I am emphasizing. And at the moment, I am. He looks at me as he pulls his shirt over his head.
"Nothing. I have no problem." Derek tells me as he grabs his clothes and starts putting them in his bag. "Why would you think I have a problem?"
"You are acting weird." I tell him as I roll my eyes. He is acting weird. He is acting like something is off. All we are doing is going along as planned. Fuck and leave. No feelings.
"I'm not acting weird. Any weirdness you are sensing is your own." Derek tells me as he grabs his toiletry bag and walks past. I watch as he walks by so coldly. He is mad at me. Or at least I get the sense that he is mad at me.
"Whatever..." I say as I watch him go to the bathroom. I don't have time to jump into a boy's brain at the moment. I am tired. I am sleep fucked. I am achy from the romp we just had. I really don't care about it. I don't care. He was a fuck and if he is going to be a prick then let him be a prick.
I quickly walk into my room and lay down under the soft covers. It feels good. I need the rest and the cold sheets against my skin feels heavenly. I just need to drift off into a nice sleep zone and forget all about this whole fucked up mess. I'm not really sure why I did this at all. Oh yes, the sex. The amazing sex that I had several times a day. That is why I did it. You don't just pick up amazing sex anywhere. And Derek is that great. The guy has mad skills.
"Mer..." I hear him say softly as he walks into my room. I have to laugh. Why exactly is he in here? I groan loudly as I roll over. I was just falling asleep. It was that moment when you feel so great, drifting off. And of course Derek Shepherd had to come in here and ruin it all
"Hmm?" I ask as I open my eyes and look up into his blue ones. I try not to smile but it is almost inpossible not to. He is there, and I have to say he is adorable.
"It was good. Really good. Thanks... Thanks for the sex." He tells me with a smile as he looks at me. I roll my eyes and giggle. What do you say to that? Thanks for the sex. Well, it was free. And enjoyable.
"Yeah... It was good. And... Yep, thanks and all that. I guess I will see you... In another lifetime?" I laugh as I look at him. It's not as if he is around the corner.
"Something like that..." He laughs as he stands straight and walks away. As I watch him shut my door, I am more confused than ever. What the hell did that mean? I guess it means I won't see him again. Not that I planned to. It was good while it lasted. Hell yes it was good. So good...