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Chapter Five

Author: Stillwater
last update Last Updated: 2025-02-04 06:35:04

Lydia’s POV

I jumped on him, my straight long legs wrapped around his waist while my full soft breasts rested on his rock hard chest.

“Oh! Mr. Derek was good with his tongue. His soothing touch managed to erase my anxiety in the twinkling of an eye. I was still wrapped around his waist when he pinned me to the wall. His hands moved up and down my neck. It was barely two minutes but I could already feel myself getting wet. We moved away from the wall to his desk.

Mr. Derek had barely dropped me when I kissed him again. His soft lips were my favorite part of his body. I tightened my grip around his waist, making sure there was no escape. I began to unbutton his shirt without breaking the bond.

His hands were moving all around my body. My soft buttock, my tiny waist, my full round breasts which he kept on squeezing and pinching skillfully.  

When I had finished undressing him, he raised me up again and carried me to the couch inhis office. He placed me on the couch and lifted her skirt up to my abdomen. My red lace panties were right in front of him, already soaked from my vagina juice.

My smoothly shaved and wet coochie was right In front of him. He aggressively pulled the panties down to my knee. I made it easier for him by lifting herself up so he could have easy access. The satisfying smile on his face when he saw how wet I had become made my heart beat fast.

Mr. Derek rolled his fingers skillfully up and down my abdomen. My legs curled up as his thumb brushed against my clitoris.  

“Touch me.“ I said to him with a heavy sigh. Mr. Derek took his hands off my body and began to place his lips prints all over me.

My neck, my stomach, my wrist, my lips. His lips were still on mine when he unhooked my bra allowing my breasts to bounce out. My nipples were erect and hard from how aroused I was. I pulled myself up, spread my legs widely apart, and started to play with my nipples.

I bit down my lips in anticipation of whatever Mr. Derek had installed for me. While I was pleasing myself, Mr. Derek took off his trousers. He was left only with his boxer shorts.  

His manhood was so hard and erect. It shot out of his boxer. The sight of me on his couch made it even harder.  

Oh! The things I wanted him to do to me. My soft moan and cry for pleasure were like music to his ears. My lips were calling him. My vagina craved his hard inches inside. My nipples craved his tongue and saliva on them.

"'I want you. Don't make me wait any longer.” I kept begging and asking him to do something to me.

The wait was making me anxious. I wanted him and I wanted him now.

Mr. Derek knelt in between my legs and started to caress my neck. He showered me with kisses. My neck, my cheeks, my earlobes, and my cleavage. A kiss so tenderly and intimate at the same time.

He then proceeded to my nipples. He curled one of my nipples in his palm, tenderly brushing his finger against the nipple while he sucked on the other. Groaning and licking with every touch I laid on him.

My hands were roughing and smoothening his hair. I kept moaning and screaming with pleasure.  

"Ah, arg.” My voice was a major motivation to do more. He distributed equal amounts of kisses and saliva to my breast.  

"My lips. I want your lips." I craved for his lips to meet with mine but it didn't. Oh, how Mr. Derek enjoyed making me starve down there and on my lips. He loved the pleasure that came with my starve for him.

"Why are you making me starve? Please, fuck me please." I kept begging. He moved down away from my breast and started to kiss my stomach. He played with his tongue on my abdomen and my belly button.

Finally, he spread my legs. My vagina was more wet than it was before he started his magic trick. He kissed my inner thigh and kissed my abdomen again.

Yes! I screamed when Mr. Derek finally kissed my wet juicy vagina. He dived his tongue into it and cleaned out the juice.  

Oh! His tongue was good. He was the best. How skilfully he moved his tongue inside of me.

My toes curled up again. I grabbed the pillow and started to moan out his name in pleasure. The things he did to me were unexplainable. He took out his tongue and carefully found his way into my pussy again with his clean neatly cut fingers. My pussy had already produced enough juice. It was so wet that Mr. Derek didn't need any lubricant for an easy dive-in.  

He kept thrusting in and out skillfully and sensationally. He moved up and gave me what I had been begging for. A KISS. His hands were still inside me. I struggled to kiss him back. With every thrust came a different struggle.

My legs started to shudder. He pulled out his fingers with a smile on his face. I felt a warm liquid coming out of me. It was my first time having sex but it didn’t feel like it. The ease and pleasure was second to none.

He stood up and watched me struggle to remain stable.  

After a few seconds, I released a hot liquid all over the couch and on Mr. Derek’s chest. He looked at me with a dangerous smirk. He then sood upright and took off his boxers. His long erect manhood sprung out in front of my eyes.

It was ready. The sight of this made me moan out again. I was getting him tonight. I was getting his six inch manhood inside me.

I had nothing else on my mind. I was going to be deflowered that evening but I didn't care. All I cared about was having the best time of my life and with a man as charming and skilfully as Mr. Derek

I immediately pulled herself up, closer to him. I looked up at him with seductive eyes. We were both naked and aroused. There was nothing to hide.  

I slowly grabbed his manhood. It was so hard and veiny. I brushed my hands against the cap leaving Mr. Derek to let out a low-tone groan. I spat on it and carefully evened out the saliva all around. I then proceeded to thrust it in and out of my mouth. Like in the romance novels I read

I thrusted it deep into my throat with the help of Mr. Derek who kept pushing my head forward and backwards continuously. I kept thrusting till we both had enough and were sure of the next step.

He carried me up aggressively, tossed me on the couch again, spread my legs, and placed them on his shoulders. Mr. Derek was aggressively in the mood and in charge and just like me, he couldn't wait. He slipped his six inches hard manhood into my vagina at once.  

The pain and pleasure had me screaming for help but not from anyone except Mr. Derek. He thrust in and out while completely ignoring my cry for help. He was so aggressive and tender at the same time. I loved all the pleasure I was getting. Mr. Derek wasn't just a physically built man, he knew how to use it well.

In charge and obeying at the same time. After a long sensational thrust, he pulled out and sprung a creamy hot liquid on my stomach. My legs were shuddering, my hands were over my mouth trying to stop my loud cry of pleasure forgetting we were all alone.

He fell to his side panting while I was still trying to gain control of myself. Mr. Derek turned to me with a smile of satisfaction on his face.

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