50. Stitched Snitch

Derrick POV

All I could think of was what happened when I and Miss Lilian were alone in that room. I remembered how I kissed her when she least expected it. I also remember how her hands pushed against my stomach, trying to stop me.

But I just couldn't stop. The money Marcus promised me if I made it happen and the lust brewing inside of me was enough push I needed to keep going. The woman was truly beautiful and the softness of her skin and body was a complete turn on that made me completely hard, so hard that my dick ached to be inside her.

I reached deep into her mouth with my tongue, the taste of a sweetness savoring her tongue, mixing with the taste of champagne in mine. She kept resisting, but I was far stronger and I had kept her shut with my lips pressed against hers. She kept muttering things into my mouth, making me even more aroused.

I hated myself for doing it at first, but as I continued in my touches, her pushes against me had begun to reduce. It seemed like she was final