Entry 35
‘I had my first big fight with Gary a couple of days ago.
To be honest, it was a long time coming because we never really disagreed or butt heads at all, but I arrived home the next morning, and he had a lot of things to say.
Let me start by saying I wasn’t planning on ending up at a dingy movie with a hot-as-hell grad student who just so happens to be dominant. But, you know, life’s full of surprises, and apparently, so is my libido.
Let’s rewind.
It’s Community Volunteer Week, and there I was, doing my Good Samaritan act at the local community college, when I met him. He’s a little younger than me (ten years younger or more, to be exact), and he’s tall and handsome.
To be fair, I wasn’t looking to get into any form of trouble that day; I was just there to play my part, and he started talking to me.
He’s a great conversationalist, and we hit it off almost immediately. We bonded on coffee and the terrible but additional croissants being sold on campus. I thought he was sweet at first. Boy, was I in for a surprise. Not only is he sweet, but he’s also got this dominant streak that came out of nowhere. And let me tell you, when a guy like that slips you a note inviting you to a dingy movie… Well, it’s hard to say no.
I was REALLY thinking about Gary, and I REALLY wanted to say no, but the thought of handcuffs and being spanked was too much to handle.
After my rendezvous with Gary’s friend, I couldn’t stay idle for the life of me. I needed something to fill me up or someone to fill me up, and then he waltzed into my life. I’m going to just take it as a sign from the universe and nothing more.
Fast forward to me walking into the movie room like a woman with no business being there. And what happened next? Probably the best sex I’ve had since… I don’t even know. He was commanding and intensity, and I didn’t even have to think.
It was everything I’d ever imagined it to be. I was tied to the postsof the bed, and I was fucked like I was some raggedly old doll, someone discarded by the side of the room. My ass cheats and thighs are still a little sore from being whipped that night, but sore in a good way.
He paid so much attention to my body while also letting me know how in control he was of it.
Let’s just say I may or may not have passed out right after because, honestly, My body couldn’t handle the workout. And no, I did not set an alarm because I didn’t think I’d have any need to.
Who does that after mind-blowing sex?
So when I woke up the next morning-still in that damn motel–I realized I was in trouble. Cue me singing out like a criminal trying to make my escape. But of course, the universe loves to screw with me because as soon as I got home, guess who was waiting for me? Yup. Gary.
And he was pissed. Livid. The whole “Where the hell have you been?” routine. The classic “We need to talk” speech. And I get it–l didn’t exactly give him a heads-up. But the way he was going on about it, you would think I did this for fun.
I always told Gary where I was going, and the one time I didn’t, all hell broke loose. He was supposed to cut me some slack and let me explain, but he didn’t. So I did what any seasoned housewife does: I guilt-tripped him right back.
I told him how much being in this marriage had been stifling (which was true) and how much I needed my space (which was also true). To get away from it all, I revealed to him that I had slept at a hotel so I could just breathe.
Cue the dramatic sight for effect.
And you know what? It worked. Of course, Gary would believe that I needed some alone time and slept in a hotel instead of a dingy motor with a twenty-four-year-old Masters students who’s also a dominant.
He softened and empathized with me. Telling me how he didn’t realize I felt so overwhelmed and how I deserved a break.
Damn right, I do.
So, what did I propose? A vacation. To Paris. Because if I’m going to play the “overworked wife who just needs to get away” card, I’m going to milk it for all it’s worth. I haven’t taken a real break in years, and if I’m being honest, I deserve to wander the streets of Paris, sipping wine and eating croissants without feeling guilty about it. And maybe fucking a couple of hot French men while at it.
Wink, wink.
And guess what? He agreed. I’m going to Paris. Finally, the trip I’ve been planning with my friends won’t be in vain.’
The only thing that has kept me from running mad or dissolving into a pile of goo with how horny I was the fact that I was going to Paris.
At one point last night, I’d snuggled closer to Paul and slipped my hand into his sweatpants, trying to get something started, but he’d mumbled, ‘I’m exhausted, Ash,’ and rolled over to the other side.
Sex with Paul wasn’t happening any time soon, and on a normal day, I would be devastated about this fact, but today wasn’t a normalday.
As I skipped to the store, the only thing in my head was the Paris trip and how I needed to get berets for the trip.
I made my way into the store and walked to the women’s section. It was a pretty expensive store, but I’d saved up over the years to be able to splurge on this trip. It was a gift to myself, and Paul had also given me his card to use–because he felt utterly guilty for neglecting my needs–so that was another win, too.
My eyes perused the store, looking through the racks for outfits that screamed, ‘I belong in Paris.’
I caught sight of a baby pink knitted vest that was completely adorable and also sexy because it was low-rise. I was just about to drop it back on the rack when I thought about it.
There’s no harm in showing a little bit of cleavage in Paris, and I needed to be more confident about my body. I had great tatas, and I needed to show them off.
“You’ll stun in that,” a voice above me said.
I surprised. “I don’t know ifI want my cleavage out to the entire world like that,” I said to the worker, not turning back, and placed the top back on the rack.
“Are you sure?” the voice asked.
Okay, this definitely wasn’t a worker.
I raised my head to see the most stunning pair of eyes looking down at me. And whoever this person was, he looked ridiculous in the bright pink hat he was wearing and also awfully familiar.
I frowned at the face. “Derek?”
He grinned at me, confirming my suspicion. I do know him.
“If it isn’t the one and only Ashley.”
I gasped. “Oh my God. What are you doing here?”
He chuckled. “Shopping.”
Okay, to be fair, I was at a high-end store, but still! Derek Williamson, here, in the flesh after all these years. It still felt like a dream.
I had the biggest crush on him back in college, and he was just that popular guy that was always out of reach. Sure, we convinced once or twice in group settings, but it was normal for Derek because he was so down to earth.
And now, he wasn’t just the cool guy from school anymore. He was a billionaire. A freaking billionaire.
I laughed. “Still, I never imagined you shopping here.”
He shrugged. “I just want to be treated normally sometimes.”
“Is that why you have a very conspicuous-looking pink hat?”
I fried and pouted. “I thought it was a very good disguise.”
“You thought wrong.”
I used the time to give him a once over, and he did the same for me. I took in the casual white tee he wore and the pants that looked crisp and sharp. His entire outfit contrasted greatly with the hat he had on.
He smiled at me. “You’re still as beautiful as I remember.”
I giggled. “Stop.”
That was pretty unexpected because Derek had never said anything like that to me before. For as long as I could remember, I was practically friendly.
His eyes trailed back to the top. “So, are you getting it or what?”
I swallowed, suddenly veryaware of how close he was standing. I hadn’t seen him in years, but it was like no time had passed at all. And now? Now, he was looking at me in a way that made it hard to think straight.
“Yeah, I will.” I grabbed it without thinking and placed it on my arm.
I walked around the store, picking things as Derek followed.
“So, shopping for a special occasion?”
I smiled at him. “Yeah, kind of. I’m heading to Paris in a week’s time. I haven’t had a proper vacation in years, and I figured, why not go all out?”
“Paris?” He raised an eyebrow, his eyes sparkling with interest. “Good choice. I spend a lot of time there. You’ll love it.”
Of course, he did. Billionaire and jet-setting around the world? Why wouldn’t he?
“So, what about you?” I asked him, trying to give off the same casual vibe he exuded. “What has Derek Williamson been up to?”
He gave me a lazy smile. “Nothing too excited. Just trying to take it one step at a time.”
I rolled myeyes. “And by one step at a time, you mean building empires, right?”
He chuckled. “Maybe something like that.”
“Gotcha.”
I had no idea why Derek was even talking to me or following me around the store like we were old friends just catching up. I didn’t mind it, but still.
The way his eyes kept locking on mine made me forget everything I’d ever known, and the way he leaned in so close to me was a hint that this wasn’t just casual.
“Are you free tonight?” he asked suddenly, his voice dropping just enough to make it feel like a dare.
I blinked, my pulse skipping. “Tonight?”
“I’m staying nearby,” he said, nodding towards the window where a sleep car sat parked outside. “Penthouse suite. Why don’t you come by? I’d love to catch up properly. We never did get to spend much time together at college, did we?”
Because we weren’t friends.
That grin–the kind that hinted at more than just catching up. My stomach flipped, and for a moment, I wasthat girl in college again, looking at him across a crowded room, wondering what it would be like to have him look at me like this.
Of course, I wanted to catch up to him at his penthouse. My tummy was doing backflips just thinking about it. I knew he had a huge cock, too. I’d caught a glimpse of the print while we worked.
I wanted it in my mouth. I wanted it in me. And fucking in a penthouse was something I could check off my bucket list.
“Um, I don’t know,” I said, biting my lip. “You probably don’t want me there…”
“Trust me, I do. I’m dying to see that top on you, and I can tell you if it looks good or not.”
Okay, Derek Williamson wants to fuck me. That wasn’t the worst thing on the planet because I wanted that, too. I wanted him to stretch out my tight little pussy.
“We’re both adults. It’ll just be two old friends having a drink and seeing where the night takes us.”
Okay, that did sound sexy, and he knew exactly how to get under my skin.
“Also,” he added, “I don’t think you’re the type to back away from a little excitement, Ashley.”
That was a challenge.
“I have things to do, and I have to be back home before it’s too late.”
Derek waved my concerns away with his hands. “Trip to Paris, right?”
I nodded.
“My stylist will take care of the shopping for you, and I’ll have you back home before you even notice.”
I shook my head. “No, I can’t let you do that for me.”
Derek chuckled as if what I wanted was entirely out of the question, which was incredibly hot. “Don’t worry. I want to do this. Besides, I’m the one begging for a little bit of your time. Just let me do this.”
“Alright then. Let’s see where the night take us.”
The night did, in fact, take us to his penthouse, which was simply stunning. I walked to the window and peeked out of it, seeing all the cars and people down below. I’d never been in a penthouse before, and it was even better than I imagined.
“Wow, this is amazing,” I gasped to myself.
“Right?” Derek was behind me as he handed me a glass of wine.
I took a sip of the red wine, examining the taste as I twirled it around in my tongue. It tasted very expensive, and I felt like an imperator for being here and sipping red wine.
I should be at home in my Daffy Duck apron making dinner, but here I was, about to fuck a billionaire.
What even is my life?
“You’re gorgeous, Ashley. I know I’ve said that before, but I needed to say it again.”
I rolled my eyes with a smile. “I’m sure you’ve seen prettier women.”
He smiled. “I have. But that does not take away from the fact that you’re gorgeous.”
I could feel my heart beating in my chest as he came closer to me, took my wine glass, and placed it gently on the counter nearby.
“Derek,” I whispered his name as I stepped back, my back pressing onto the floor-to-ceiling window of the penthouse.
“I want to fuck you. From the first moment I saw you, that’s all I wanted to do. I want you to scream my name.”
I swallowed and nodded quickly because that was exactly what I wanted, too.
He chuckled in a low voice. “I don’t want to brag, but this will probably be the best fuck of your life.”
“We’ll see about that.”
My heartbeat slowed, and time stopped for a moment before Derek pulled me to him and crashed his mouth down on mine.
I quickly dug my fingers through his hair, allowing my entire body and soul to melt into him. He gripped the back of my neck firmly, keeping my head in place as he assaulted my mouth.
His body pressed mine to the glass, and the thought of it breaking and us falling to our death made the thrill even sweeter and more dangerous.
His mouth moved over mine, hot and demanding, and I opened my mouth, giving him access.
I didn’t know what having sex with him was going to be like, but I knew that he was a very good kisser. Probably the best I’d ever had.
A soft gasp escaped my lips as Derek raised me up and hooked my legs around his waist. He pressed his hard erection to my pussy, grinding on me as the pressure and pleasure sent waves of heat flashes all around my body.
I pulled his shirt off his body while he struggled with the zip of my shirt for a bit. As we tore off all our clothes, he gently laid me on the floor as our bare skin pressed against each other.
“Derek,” I cried out for him as his hands cupped my breast, and he kneaded and squeezed.
“Keep screaming my name, beautiful,” he murmured in my ear, kissing his way down my neck to my breast.
When he came to my left nipple, he closed his mouth around it as he punched the other one with his finger, tearing a moan of his name from me.
“Good girl.”
Wetness was already pooling in between my legs and dripping down the carpet as he worked.
His lips left my nipple as he worked his way down to my stomach, my belly button, and used his tongueueto fuck the inside of it. I moaned again, an unfamiliar sensing passing through me. Then he made his way to my thigh, kissing and making me squirm underneath him.
Derek was taking his time, and with every second that passed, I became even hotter with need. I wanted him to just slam his cock into me, but he was truly taking his time.
“Please,” I moaned when he spent a couple of minutes kissing and sucking my inner thigh.
“Please, what?”
I whimpered, unable to respond to what he had just asked.
“What do you want me to do? Tell me, and I’ll do it,” Derek said, his voice filled with dark desire.
“Just put me out of my misery,” I moaned.
“Should I eat this pretty little cunt of yours?” he teased as he pinched my nipple roughly. “Or should I slam my dick into your pussy until you beg me to let you come?”
“Please,” I responded again, knowing I wanted him to do everything he just said.
“You have to be more specific.”
“Please fuck me until I’m begging you to let me come,” I managed.
“Good girl.”
He pushed my legs apart and then pressed his lips to my very wet pussy, using his tongue to tease it a bit. One of his fingers found my clip, and he alternated between sucking, pinching, and licking it.
My moans and cries of pleasure filled the penthouse. Fuck, he was really good at what he does.
I wriggled and compromised underneath him, begging him to stop one minute and go faster the next.
His entire face and lips were wet from my pussy, but he didn’t seem to mind. My back arched on the floor as I screamed and came all over his mouth.
Derek licked me clean, his eyes on mine. He was such a freak.
“That was amazing,” he murmured.
“Can I take a breather?” I pleaded, already feeling spent.
That one orgasm had sucked the energy out of me, but Derek wasn’t done yet.
“Sure, you can take a breather,” he smiled, his eyes on me as his lips found my clip again.
I letout a moan as he slip two fingers inside me, his mouth still on my clip. He slowly worked his way up as I gasped, and then he pulled his fingers out and pushed them back in again.
I let out a moan as he went in and out, increasing his speed each time until I came all over him again, and my sharp cries filled the room.
Derek pulled away to search for a condom in the pants he’d removed earlier, and I pulled him back.
“I’m on the pill, and I like it raw anyway.”
He smiled. “Me too.”
I took time to look at his body now, and it looked like it had been sculpted by Greek gods. And his cock. Oh, God, his cock.
His cock jutted out, huge and hard, and the mere idea of it inside me sent a shiver of nervousness all around my body. I could already imagine his big cock, stretching me out and filling me.
Or he won’t be able to fit in.
He stepped between my legs and lined himself up at my entrance. He pulled my hips up, and then he drove forward, slamming his hips against mine.
Tears priced my eyes from the burning sensing of him stretching me.
He wrapped my trembling legs around his waist tightly, and then, with a look of hunger in his eyes, his nails dug into my skin as he withdraw, only to slam back in me again.
The air is knocked straight out of my lungs as his tempo shifts to something I can only describe as insatiable.
Derek began to move crazy inside me, thrusting harder and harder as he moved. He throw both my quivering legs onto his shoulder and slammed into me again as I screamed.
This position had him hitting my G-spot again and again and again. The feeling was overwhelming, and I could feel the rush of another orgasm, but I didn’t want that to happen yet, so I flipped us over so I was on top.
“Oh, taking charge, huh? I like a woman that does that,” Derek groaned.
This angle is very different from missionary. Before, he had all the power, but now I do.
The only thing wasthat I’d forgotten how big he was and how I was going to take in all of him sitting down.
Derek gripped my hips as I slowly descended down on his erect cock. His cock poked at my entrance, and then I managed to get the head in, but I couldn’t slide all of him in at once.
Derek raised an eyebrow at me. “Need some help, beautiful?”
“You’re so big,” I moaned.
He chuckled. “I get that a lot.”
He got into a sitting position so I could easily slide into him, and then I held his shoulders and sank a bit into him.
“You have to stop teasing me, Ash, and take all my cock,” he groaned, nibbling at my nipples.
“I’m trying,” I mumbled.
I rolled my hips down, and finally, I had taken in all of him. I could feel his cock pressing my stomach as I moved my hips, his fullness grazing every part of my pussy wall.
Fuck. He fills me up so well.
Derek groaned underneath me, clearly enjoying how much my pussy was wrapped against his cock.
“How does this feel?” I breathed out as I began to move up and down.
“So fucking good,” he grossed when I pressed my breasts to his chest.
He held my ass and pushed deeper into me, making me yelp out in pleasure.
“Your pussy is crack, Ashley,” he murmured into my ear, sending sparks of pleasure all over my body.
He thrust up and dragged me down, sinking so deep into me that I could barely breathe.
“Oh, God.”
That was only the beginning because he placed his palm just beneath my clip so that anytime I moved, each stroke had my clip rubbing against his hand.
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