A/N:  While writing this I was listening to whole lot of The Weeknd and Bryson Tiller. The Weeknd's Die For You like really inspired me.

BTW: At the top is a perfect example of how I picture Ebony. Derrick was a major question mark. Nobody really fits the description of how I picture him, but anyways enjoy this chapter guys.

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I stood before him naked and completely unabashed. A hand rested upon his chin as he stared down at me from head to toe. Jade green eyes met mine before they dropped to my breast and lower until they were resting on the apex of my thighs. He licked his full lips. “God, your pussy is beautiful.” I closed my eyes allowing his voice to wash over me. The husky sound was smooth and seductive. “Turn around.” I swept my hair over a shoulder and turned for him. “Fuck,” he whispered, intensely. I heard the sound of his towel hitting the floor.

I gazed over a shoulder and gasped. Derrick was staring at my naked ass, hard, stroking his thick shaft from the base to the swollen head, slowly. He took a step forward and dropped to his knees. His hands were on my behind, jiggling and kissing it. Then he rises, showering kisses up my back until he was standing. I shivered. Big hands splayed over my stomach and moved to my breast, cupping them.

“Do you have any idea how much I want you?” He told me as he rolled my nipples between his thumb and index finger. I inhaled, sharply, every nerve in my body coming alive. I could feel the moisture between my thighs. “What do you want, Ebony? Tell me. I need to hear it.”

I could barely breathe and he wanted me to speak? “Fuck me, Derrick,” I said, breathless, after a moment of being lost in the sensation of his hands on my breast. “Ahh,” I cried out as he pulled my hair, angling my neck back before closing his mouth over mine. He kissed me hard and deep, hand clamped around my throat so possessively. I don’t think I mentioned it before, but this man could kiss. It sent little tingling sensations down to my core, getting me hotter than I already was. Breaking the kiss, he stepped back, reluctantly.

 “Lie down and spread your legs for me,” he whispers into my ear. I do as I’m told. “Wider,” he demands. I bite my lip. Heart beating wildly in anticipation of what he was about to do.

Derrick was beautiful standing before me all masculine and sexual. Rondini may have had angelic boyish charm, but Derrick was all manin every way. And that part of him I craved to be inside me was especially large. I ain’t gonna lie, it exceeded my expectations.

“You’re so beautiful,” Derrick was saying to me. He picked up the towel and carried it to the bed. A lazy sexy smile was upon his lips. “We’re going to be needing this. Cum is hell on silk sheets.” He lifts me up off the bed and spreads the towel beneath me and dropped to his knees. I was resting back upon my elbows, spread wide for him, panting and waiting.

“Do you want me, Ebony?”

“Yes,” I moaned and gasp as he inserted a finger inside me, then two, moving in and out, spreading my wetness. His hands then moved beneath my ass, raising me to his mouth. As soon as I felt his tongue flick over my clit I nearly exploded. Toes curled, head thrown back. My cries of pleasure filled the master bedroom. His tongue moved fast then slow. My hips bucked and moved in circles. Legs shook. His tongue moved inside me, lapping up my juices before it moved back over my clit. I was dripping. He chuckled as he brought me to a mind blowing orgasm, body shuddering. Eyes glazed over and dreamy.

He stood and ran the head of his dick up and down my wet opening. After penetrating an inch, he withdrew and repeated the motion until I was begging. I needed him inside me, to feel the thick fullness of him. He grabbed my thighs and pulled me further towards the edge of the bed, positioning me to accommodate him. The next thing I know, my legs were going behind my ears.

Derrick locked gazes with me-eyes hypnotizing- as he buried himself to the hilt.  Air exploded from us both as he moved, slow and deep, sending a shiver through my body all the way down to my toes. Never had I felt as alive in a single moment as I felt now. He leaned in kissing me, our tongues intertwining before his mouth closed over my nipple, hands bracketing my calves.

“Derrick,” I moaned, gripping his shoulders.

Later, He flips me over on my hands and knees. I may have made my ass clap for him, but who’s judging. This was all about pleasing each other without inhibitions. “Fuck, do that again,” he demands and smacks my ass.

“Yes, daddy.” I shot a wild and sexy look over my shoulder, obeying him.

Derrick growled. “That’s right, I’m daddy and don’t you ever forget it,” he told me, spreading my ass. I cried out as he penetrated. Grabbing my hips, he fucked me hard. I bit the sheets, clenching around him as I felt the buildup. Every stroke sent me closer to the edge. Deeper and harder, Derrick was relentless. I loved it, screaming his name.

“Oh… oh, Fuck,” I cursed as I came.

We moved from the bed to the floor and then up against the wall. Three hours felt like ten fucking minutes, completely losing ourselves in the bliss of each other. Now that I have him I couldn’t get enough. The more he gave the more I wanted. He set fire to my body only he was capable of extinguishing. From the look in eyes I knew it was the same for him. It should be illegal to want someone this much.

Every man I ever had before him just could not compare. How could a woman everwant to leave? Derrick was like an addictive drug and now that I tried him, I was an addict.

I woke up the next morning with sore muscles, beneath silk sheets. Fucking Derrick was a work out, really it was. He had so much stamina. The sun was high in the clear blue sky beaming through the window. I sat up, groaning. Derrick was nowhere in the room that smelled of our lovemaking. I get out of bed or at least tried to. Yeah, he did his job. And he did it right.

I ran my fingers through my hair, knowing it was wild and tangled. It wasn’t straight anymore. Derrick sweated it out. I laughed softly to myself. Speaking of the devil, he walked into the room with a tray of breakfast. Unbutton jeans were riding low on his hips. His body was a dream. I remember that body glistening with sweat as I rode him just the way he liked.

“Morning, sweetheart.” I melt like an Ice pop on a hot summer day when calls me that. He brought the tray to the bed sitting it down on my lap. His eyebrows furrowed. “Why did you fix your hair? I liked it wild.” He sat on the bed beside me.

I shrugged. Sorry, I didn’t like my hair wild and tangled. But regardless of how my hair was, he made me feel beautiful.

I dug into my breakfast.

He looked apprehensive about something, watching me for a moment before speaking. As I ate, he began talking about his childhood and family. I was shocked that he volunteered the information. I knew that as he spoke he was never really guarded around me. He was always open. I was the one who was always guarded. That was because… well… because I saw him murder someone and seriously thought I was next. In my mind I was thinking- at the time- why would a lamb lay down with a wolf. I had to drop the sheep’s clothing and step into the wolf’s skin.

Now, I understood perfectly why he didn’t want a pussy by his side. You can’t be weak living this kind of life.

Last night and part of this morning things had most certainly changed between us. I wanted him and I wasn’t going anywhere. Derrick was the type of man that if he planted roots in your life he wasn’t going anywhere. That is until you betrayed him, then you were just as good as dead to him- if he didn’t already kill you.

By society standards and the law, he wasn’t a good man. But I guess a good man doesn’t always mean he’s the right one. Derrick was a bad man, but I felt he was right for me.

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After a much needed shower and getting dress, Derrick and I went for a drive. He let the top down on his 2016 Tesla Roadster as we drove down an open road at about a hundred miles per hour. I was enjoying him and the sun. Right hand gripping my thigh,possessively I might add. He showed me over and over again before we left his penthouse that I belonged to him. I accepted it.

Derrick wasn’t much of a talker. The things he wanted to say to me he said through his touch.

When I was a kid, mom use to say words can be used to deceive. Step back and look at a person’s actions. What do they tell you?

Last night I learned- like on so many other occasions my momma’s advice wasn’t far from the truth. I have been watching this man’s actions and they told me…

Derrick was in love with me, I mused with wonder. We spent the whole day together going anywhere on a whim. We laughed and talked… well I did most of the talking. He just listened intently staring at me with infatuation. Those golden flecks within his eyes burned like stars. There were many moments where we just stared into each other’s eyes and touched. For such a hard man, he was… romantic, knew exactly how to make a woman feel special.

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Derrick

It's two-fucking-a.m. and she's riding my dick, hard. Reverse cowgirl. And she's doing that thing I like; allowing my dick to nearly slide out of that wet pussy, twirling those hips, moving that ass before slamming back down. My fucking toes curl. She's going to make me come quick.

"Baby, hold on for a sec," I forced around clenched teeth, squeezing her ass.

She shoots a sexy feral look over a shoulder, cocking a brow. That ass is still moving. I'm hypnotized. "What's wrong, Derrick," she purrs, “Am I wearing you out?" She moved one ass cheek up and the other one follows. Fuck, she's got talent!

"I'm gonna come." That was her final and only warning.

"Well, we'll just have to get you hard again ‘cause I'm not done with you." Well, shit, that did it. I came inside her. Hoping she's still taking the B.C... or not.

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"Say it," I demand. I push upward and in deep where I know her G-spot is. She clenches around me, pussy gets wetter and I know she's close. I circle my hips and pull out. "Say it or I won't let you come."

"Let me come, you asshole!" I was still mad about the whole Rondini incident where she nearly fawned over him. I just haven’t had the chance to punish her.

"Okay, I'm sorry, daddy! Please let me come!" I smile and ram into her hard. She screams. Body shudders as she comes.

I wonder who's gonna clean up the love juices this time. I guess we’re gonna be playing rock, paper, scissors.

"You good," I ask and pat her on the back. She shivers as I put it back in.

"Oh daddy! Fuck, I love you." I freeze.

I couldn't have heard that. That word couldn't have passed her lips.

I look around. Is this a dream?

I look up. Was God fucking with me?

Was the woman of my dreams really telling me she loved me with her ass way up in the air?

I grab her and flip her over. "Ebony, baby, what did you just say," I ask in my gentle voice. The tone I could only use with her. She worries that full bottom lip, looking apprehensive. She blinks, long lashes flutter. Those glittery obsidian eyes stare up at me. I touch her face; run the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip, freeing it from her teeth. "Baby, what did you say? Tell me," I repeated.

Her eyes fill with tears. "I never felt this way before...” She pauses before saying, "I love you, Derrick." My whole body went rigid of its own accord. I was feeling too much all at once.

Breathe, Derrick, breathe.

Right, breath is a necessity for life and a vital source to fuel the brain in order to speak words. "I loveyou, Ebony." This time when I push inside her I go slow, staring into her eyes as I bracket her head between my hands.