1. Wicked Ties Chapter 4


    Date: 2/23/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: nickeduardo25, Rating: 84.2, Source: sexstories.com

    She couldn’t have fit him more perfectly. “Derek…” She moaned into his ear, as he pounded into her hard. Lost in the moment, he tore off her shirt and played with her breasts, nipping the skin with his teeth. He grinned, realizing he was marking her. Laura responded by clawing at his back, as their bodies collided together, over and over in sweet agony. Slowly, he could feel her muscles start to clench around his cock, and he knew she was close. “Tell me you want me.” He said, grasping her hair. She smirked. “I want you…...Devon.” He groaned. He’d tasted his own medicine, and boy was it bitter. “Say my name, or I’m not gonna let you cum like a good girl.” He proved his point by stopping inside of her. Laura tried to move her hips against his, whining at the lack of friction. “Okay, okay. God, I want you, Derek. I want you so damn much.” She moaned. Derek smirked. “See? Was that so hard?” “Derek, I swear to God, if you don’t…” Laura paused for a moan, as he drove himself home inside her. “Never mind then.” It wasn’t long before he had her grasping for breath once more. Her inner muscles started to contract around him, squeezing him deliciously. He growled as she came around him violently, milking his release out of him as well. “Derek!” She screamed hard. “DEREK!!!!” He woke up to his brother pounding on his door. “Get up, you moron, you’ve been sleeping for 12 hours!” He looked up from his bed with sleepy eyes and groaned. “Fuck off, Danny, I’m sleeping.” “You better be ...
    ready to talk in 30 minutes, or I’ll bust down this door and…” “Oh piss of, Daniel Vega, you couldn’t even hurt a fly.” Derek rolled his eyes and his brother’s empty threats. He heard Daniel swear on the other side of the door, before stalking off. Derek let his head drop back against his pillow. He couldn’t focus on Daniel, not when he’d just experienced what was possibly the most vividly erotic sex dream of his life. Centered on the one person he wasn’t supposed to fantasize about. Not fantasize, it was clearly a nightmare, he thought. It had to have been. If it was a fantasy, she would’ve been a little less violent, and possibly equipped with slightly larger breasts. He felt like punching something. It wasn’t enough that the bitch tormented him every time they crossed paths in the bus, now she was haunting him in his sleep! Two weeks into the tour, he was regretting bringing her along. God, what had he been thinking? Of course Derek knew the answer to his question. ‘I’m not sure if you noticed, but things have been complicated ever since the day I met you.’ The words he’d uttered in his dream kept coming back to him. It was true. He’d been watching her, that night at The Black Death. She’d looked so lost and out of place, it had amused him greatly. Then she’d looked him straight him into his eyes, appearing to see straight through his soul. Without even knowing what he was doing, he’d dedicated that stupid song to her, just to mess with her. She’d surprised him afterwards. ...
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