Artemis gets fucked, but is interrupted

Derek gazed at her as she pulled her skirt off, revealing her thick, toned thighs.

He’d somehow managed to maneuver her into his room and get her almost fully undressed. She’d been distracted by the revelation of just how much of a bitch his mother was and being concerned for him to remember how devious the boy was.

Artemis noticed him watching her and blushed.

“You’re all wet,” he said. Her dark blue panties had been soaked through.

She glared at him, dark eyes challenging him to say anything more. Her eyes fell, though, drawn to the sight of his chiseled torso and then his big cock.

Holy shit. It’s exactly as big as it was in my dream. Wally’s doesn’t even compare.

She bit her lip.

“I’ve seen bigger.”

“Really?” he took a step towards her. She crossed her arms under her naked breasts, pushing them upward. She ignored the funny feelings that stirred in her chest when he stared at them with those beautiful blue eyes.

“Mhm. You’re not even the top ten. I don’t even know why I’m here.”

“You’re here because I asked you to be,” he said simply, and her pussy pulsed at the way he seemed to just casually dominate her. “Here, let me help you.”

He knelt before her, clasping his hands around her soaked panties as he did so. He pulled down, and his eyes widened when he glimpsed her pussy. It was slick and wet with her juices. Her sex pulsed, reacting to his presence. She trembled and looked away, not wanting him to see her blush.

“Wow, I didn’t even have to touch you,” he remarked, smirking up at her. “Are you that wet just for me?”

“W-wouldn’t you like to know?” she tried to play it off, glancing away from him. But he caught her watching him out of the corner of her eyes.

“I would,” he whispered. He grabbed her thighs and pulled, forcing them apart.

“H-hey!”

Her pussy pulsed and gushed.

“Get on my bed now.”

Wow.

Artemis licked her lips and obeyed, practically falling back onto his queen-sized bed. The white comforter cratered around her, as if making room for the beauty that now occupied his bed.

He shuffled over to her on his knees and gently opened her legs with his hands.

“You’re so wet,” he whispered as he gently brushed her clit with his index finger.

“Oh fuck,” Artemis hissed. “More…”

Derek grinned wolfishly.

“Tell me why you’re wet. It’s not for Wally, is it?”

“Don’t talk about him,” she growled. “Oh god…”

He rubbed his finger in short circles around her clit. She could feel her body vibrate and her pulse quicken. Her skin, dark and beautiful, became even more alluring when a sheen of sweat accumulated along her skin. She gazed up into his piercing eyes that seemed to stare into her soul.

“Tell me the truth, Artemis. Tell me or all of this stops,” he said.

Artemis swallowed. She’d never felt this out of control. So dominated. Yet somehow she felt safe, like there was nothing that could hurt her so long as Derek was around.

He shouldn’t be able to make me feel this way. I could kick his ass right now if I wanted!

Still, she couldn’t deny her feelings anymore. They were what they were. And she so desperately wanted to explore them. She finally relented, like a dam cracking before an oncoming flood.

“I’m wet because of you, you idiot! Are you happy now?”

He chuckled at her. She resisted the urge to slap him in the face.

This isn’t funny!

“Mhm,” he hummed, and dove between her legs.

“W-wha-”

His tongue flicked against her clit.

“Ahn!” she moaned as tremors of arousal shook her. “Oh fuck…”

She bit her lip.

Wally had gone down on her before, but only because she’d threatened to stop giving him blowjobs if he refused to reciprocate. That was what equal partners in a relationship did, after all. She’d almost wished she hadn’t because he’d grumbled the whole time and hadn’t even made her cum.

He was so disappointing.

Her pussy gushed as tremors of shame pulsed through her body. The thought of the act she was committing; the sheer coldblooded betrayal of her lover, was somehow enticing to her. Why else would her pussy tingle at the thought of it?

Derek started licking her pussy almost delicately. Reverently. He made no noise of complaint. He only stopped a few moments to look up at her with those beautiful blue eyes that made her heart race and her pussy clench.

“Y-yes! Right there!” she encouraged him. She felt hot all over, and so incredibly aroused. It was like ten tongues were trailing along her wet cunt instead of just one.

She shook as she orgasmed. Her thick thighs clenched around Derek’s head, drawing him against her. Her hands grabbed his comforter and squeezed as she screamed in ecstasy.

Wally had never gotten her to feel that way.

Resentment bubbled up within her. She tried to clamp down on that feeling. It wasn’t right. Yet it persisted. Like a worm crawling through her mind, growing larger as it feasted on the pleasure Derek gave her. She wondered how long it would be until resentment was all she felt for her boyfriend.

Derek withdrew his head from her pussy. He grinned at her and knelt on the bed.

“How was that?”

She licked her lips.

“Terrible.”

Derek chuckled and ran a hand through his sweaty brown hair. And she swore to herself a man had never looked more attractive to her than Derek in that very moment.

“You’re a really bad liar.”

Her heart beat a nervous tune as she thought about what would surely be coming next. She grinned at him.

“I know,” she felt warm and gooey on the inside when she admitted it.

Artemis stared up at him as he settled between her legs and placed his fat cock on her mons. She trembled again as aftershocks from her orgasm coursed through her body.

“Fuck, Derek. What did you do to me?”

She felt his cock twitch against her pussy. She felt an emptiness inside her there. A deep, dark emptiness that demanded to be stretched and filled.

“I made you cum for me,” his hands caressed her thick thighs. He seemed to really like them, for he often squeezed and pinched and caressed her flesh there. His hands moved up, dragging along her stomach before settling on her breasts.

Artemis swallowed. She knew she should have felt guilty. Cheating was wrong. It was one of the worst forms of dishonesty; the betrayal of a loved one. She wanted to hate herself, but how could she with the way Derek’s eyes traced ever contour of her aching body? Why did she feel so warm and comfortable underneath his gaze?

“Well? Are you gonna fuck me or what?”

She spread her legs, inviting him to penetrate her. To invade her tight cunt with his masculine rod. She’d never have surrendered this way for Wally and the realization thrilled her.

His eyes widened slightly, and she couldn’t help but chuckle at his surprise. It was so rare for her to have him on the backfoot. She wanted to experience that more often. To have him look at her as if only the two of them existed in that moment.

Derek schooled his features quickly. His lips twitched into a predatory grin. He pinched her nipples and she gasped at the pain.

Her pussy pulsed and gushed.

Holy shit, that felt good!

“Beg,” he growled.

He- he wants me to beg for his cock? If Wally told me to do that I’d make him sleep on the couch! God, this is so fucking hot!

Her pussy pulsed again.

Derek rocked his hips, pressing his cock against pussy without actually penetrating her.

“Wally never made me do this,” she moaned.

His grin widened.

“Please.”

Derek flicked her clit, causing her body to spasm. She’d moved toward him slightly, and she could feel the very tip of his cock push its way into her pussy. She moaned.

“Please what, Artemis?”

She stared up at him, feeling at once incredibly ****, submissive, yet strangely comfortable. There was something that just felt completely and utterly right about being in Derek’s bed with her legs spread for his cock.

“Please fuck me, you bastard!”

He pressed forward.

“Oh my god!”

She nearly screamed when Derek’s thick cock entered her. Her pussy walls stretched to accommodate the invader and then clamped down on it, urging him further inside.

Artemis hissed. She’d never felt so full. So stretched. She stared up at Derek with lidded eyes as he began pumping in and out of her. This was so much better than the dream she’d had.

Suddenly, her phone rang.

The reality of what she was doing came crashing down on her. Derek had stopped fucking her and was giving her a questioning look. It was strange, because she thought he’d be all for her ignoring her phone to keep having sex with him.

“Well, are you gonna pick that up?” he asked.

A small smile played at his lips.

She blushed.

“What if it’s my mom?” she said. “I don’t want her to know what I’m doing. She thinks I'm at the library studying for fuck's sake.”

“Why don’t you look and see?”

She rolled her eyes at him.

“I left my phone in my bag… wait a minute,” she chimes grew nearer somehow. She turned her head and saw her phone vibrating on Derek’s bed. When had she put it there? Had she really been so caught up with her… affair with Derek that it had ended up on the bed somehow?

A pleasant sensation rippled throughout her body when she obeyed Derek and picked up the phone. There was just something about doing what he said that excited her and made her feel so warm inside.

“Wally?” her boyfriend’s caller ID glared at her from her phone screen, judging her. Her cunt clenched around Derek’s thick cock. He groaned.

“Answer the call and tell him you’re alright. He’s probably worried about you,” Derek withdrew his cock so only the head remained in her pussy before pressing forward again, further than ever before. Further than Wally had ever reached. She screamed.

“Oh god!” she pushed back with her hips, needing more of Derek inside her.

The phone rang again, and once more she was distracted from her pleasure. A spark of irritation and resentment ignited within her chest.

“Why did he have to call me now?”

Derek rubbed her clit, sending dizzying jolts of pleasure quivering up her spine.

Artemis gasped and nearly dropped the phone. She ignored it for a moment to stare up at Derek again. His eyes held such reverence for her body. She wished they’d done this earlier, when they’d first met. If she’d been single then, she might have asked him out.

“You’re so beautiful, Artemis. So hot and tight,” he growled before placing his hands on her breasts possessively and began to knead them, fucking her all the while.

“Yes, Derek. Play with my tits!” she encouraged him. “Holy shit, that feels so good. Why does that feel so good?”

Her phone rang again, and it was as if all the pleasure and warmth left her body. She almost screamed in frustration. She wanted to throw the phone across the room and see it shatter into a million pieces against Derek’s wall.

“You might as well answer it, Artemis. The phone’s only going to keep ringing,” Derek shook his head. He looked incredibly calm for someone getting interrupted mid-coitus. A small, instinctive part of her that had been honed from years of crime fighting whispered that something was wrong. Then her phone chimed again and she crushed that part of herself beneath her boot.

Wally’s the one in the wrong here, not Derek!

She brought the phone up to ear and answered.