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He finally got the door open and he pulled me inside. Before he even closed the door all the way we began tearing each other’s clothes off. He paused when I was down to my lacy black bra and matching panties. “My god,” he said softly. “You are beautiful.” I felt my face turn hot. Then I smiled and pulled off his undershirt. I let out a soft gasp. I knew Derek worked out a lot for football, but I wasn’t expecting the rock hard abs and chest. I gently reached out and touched his chest.

My vision blurred for a second, my brain refusing to process the image. There was Bradley. My Bradley. The guy I had been dating since we were sixteen. He was pinned face down to the mattress, his back arched, his face buried in a pillow to muffle his screams of pleasure. And behind him, slamming into him with a brutality that made the headboard crack against the wall, was Derek. Derek’s dark curls were damp with sweat, his muscular back rippling with every lunging motion. But they weren't alone. Another guy, totally naked and built like a tank, was behind Derek, his hands locked onto Derek's waist, moving in sync.

I couldn't resist crouching by the door to take a peek. Yoseph was sitting upright at his desk, fully engrossed in what was on his computer screen as his arm moved up and down. An indecent video was playing on the screen. In the video, a naked, slender woman was kneeling on the bed, her plump buttocks sticking up high, revealing her smooth and fair skin. As the man held the woman's thin waist with both hands, I could see his muscular and glistening belly. He thrust forward with infinite power like a bull.

Xyneth said without looking at Yves because she was busy on taking care on Xavy's hair. Yves was already in the bathroom to take a bath while Xyneth was using the hairdryier for Xavy's hair since it's bad to sleep while the hair was still wet. AFTER a half hour, Yves come out halfnaked making Xyneth avert her eyes. Damn... She saw the 8 pack of abs on his stomach. Yves' was already changing to his pajama, they both have the same pajama. It was color yellow with a design of a panda on the front.

She asked him, stretching luxuriously and making no move to leave as he had asked her to do. She was wearing only a loose camisole and her lower half was covered by the duvet. As she stretched, the camisole showed off her full breasts and erect nipples to perfection, and Derek felt his dick begin to stir. What the hell was wrong with him and why on earth couldn’t he get enough of this woman? He looked away immediately and got himself under control before talking again.

I’m already under the shower, the hot water flowing down my shoulders. He looks at me. He sees me naked. But nothing. No reaction. Not a beat of desire. He comes in anyway. He helps me lather my body, caressing me gently. But he doesn’t even get hard. His movements are empty. His gaze is elsewhere. I turn slowly, my expression hard. — You don’t want me anymore, I whisper. Even that, you can’t give me? He lowers his eyes. Ashamed. Lost. — I’m sorry.

I pushed open the door to Derek’s study. He was waiting, leaning against his desk in just grey sweatpants that did nothing to hide his massive erection. The moment the door clicked shut and locked, he crossed the room and claimed my mouth in a hungry, possessive kiss. His hands roamed greedily, shoving the robe off my shoulders until it pooled at my feet. I stood completely naked before him, nipples hard, pussy already dripping down my inner thighs. “Fuck, princess,” he groaned, stepping back to drink in the sight.

I groaned, tossing onto my side and fluttering my eyes open, only to freeze instantly. Yates was lying right beside me, completely shirtless, fast asleep on my pillows. "Oh my God," I gasped under my breath, my heart skipping a beat. One of his heavy arms was draped securely over my waist, holding me against him in a protective grip. Surprisingly, panic wasn't my first reaction. Instead, I found myself quietly studying his face. His dark bangs had fallen forward, partially covering his closed eyes, and his lips looked incredibly full and soft. My eyes drifted down to his broad, naked shoulders, and a vivid memory of gripping those exact shoulders in the woods flashed through my mind. I bit m

He yanked my tank top over my head, exposing my breasts to the air. Derek's mouth was on them immediately, sucking one nipple while his fingers worked the button on my shorts. The forest around us seemed to fade, all I cared about was their hands, their mouths. Marcus pushed my shorts down, along with my panties, leaving me naked from the waist down. His fingers traced my ass, then dipped between my cheeks, teasing my hole there lightly. "You're so wet already," Derek said, his voice were rough as he knelt in front of me, spreading my legs.

His warm fingers brushed hair out of my face and my body curled even more, eyes squeezing shut even tighter. "I know you're awake, you know. Don't hide from me," he murmured. "Not here, in our bedroom. Never here. Look at daddy, baby girl. Open your eyes for me." Then what? Open my legs too? I cracked one eye open. Derek sat on the edge of the bed in nothing but low slung, charcoal sleep pants. I let myself take in his bare chest, sculpted and defined. Fuck me. No, wait. Don't.