Chapter 4: Climax
The moment I shut the door, Derrick grabbed me from behind, his strong hands pawing at my waist. A voice I barely recognized, guttural and ragged, rasped into my ear. "I've been thinking about what I'm going to do to you all day. Goddamn, I want you, Anna."
My heart raced, my stomach somersaulted, and an electric thrill swept from my navel to my clit as his words landed like lightning.
Derrick wasn't done. Spinning me around, he pushed me against the wall by the entrance while his fingers fumbled with my jeans. In the heat of the moment, his belt jingled to the floor, followed by the metallic clink of his fly.
"You make me forget myself when you're around," he confessed in that same passionate growl. Before I could react, he grasped my thighs, easily hoisting me up while I wriggled to accommodate him. Then, with pure animal determination, he buried himself within me.
The sensation of his thickness invading me was so intense I couldn't help but cry out, clinging to his broad, muscular shoulders.
His thrusts were merciless, unrelenting. Our mutual groans filled my cozy, art-filled apartment. The erotic, graphic symphony augmented by our wet flesh slapping together echoed off the walls with every swing he took.
I bucked my hips hungrily, feeling my inner muscles ripple around him. "Just like that, fuuuuuck," I said, spittle flying.
My fingers dug into Derrick's rock-solid back, claws sinking into his skin with primal intensity.
As if reciprocating my hold, his grasp on my hips turned fierce, bruising, making me acutely aware of our shared carnal hunger.
His pace quickened, building up a powerful rhythm, causing my body to feel deliciously dominated. I didn't care if it made me wanton, submissive, or shameless - he made me hot and needy, pleading for him to go further.
"Yes, Derrick. Oh God. Harder," I entreated, nipping at his corded neck.