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“It’s okay, love,” he actually chuckles.
“No, it’s not,” I move my legs away from the mess.
“Honestly, I probably wouldn’t have believed you were a virgin without it. You were driving me wild,” he smirks.
“Really?” I ask in disbelief. I felt like I was affecting him, but to hear him say it feels really good. He doesn’t even answer, instead he just nods down to the anaconda hanging between his legs. The growing erection the proof of my effect on him. I giggle in response while he pulls the sheets from the bed before assuring me he can afford new sheets and insisting I don’t worry about it.
“You’re worth a million sets of sheets,” he grins before carrying the dirty linen out of the room.
Derrick
I’m sitting in the news studio for the Today, USA taping and wondering for the millionth when I can fuck Daphne again.
That’s right. Prince fucking Sin finally managed to get into Daphne’s pants. I got to gorge on that tight fucking body of hers. I got to grab her amazing tits and squeeze that wonderful ass.
And let me tell you, I wouldn’t even have known she’s a virgin. I mean, fuck me, she’s got the fucking skills of a porn star.
Who would have thought that a stripper would turn out to be a virgin? That on her first time, she’d end up being the best fuck I’d ever had in my entire fucking life?
Jesus fucking Christ, this girl is like fucking crack. I’ve never smoked any, but I can only imagine this is how addiction feels. There is literally no part of me that’s thinking of losing her.
Instead, I just want to wrap my fucking arms around her cute little body and hold her fucking close to me.
Don’t you fucking look at me like that. I’m not going fucking soft. You saw what I did to that wanker ex-boyfriend of hers. I am not losing my fucking edge. I will kick the living shit out of you if you say to anyone that I am.
“So, welcome to the program, Prince Derrick,” one of the two hosts, Robin Lefler, is greeting me - waking me up from my daydreams.
That’s right. I decided to come back on television, do a few PR fluff pieces, and give the people of New York something more to know me by than me flashing my cock in the air on camera.
Actually, it was Pressly’s idea. He says with the public service I’ve been doing; it might be a good time to get in front of the camera again.
So here I fucking am - sitting with Robin Lefler and Taylor Smith - regular hosts of Today USA on CBC.
That’s right, also. I’m back at the same studio as the fucking “incident” as some of the papers have called it when it was announced I’d be on TV. The network, for all its vaunted righteousness and FCC fines, was bending over backwards to get me on the air. And why wouldn’t they? The media are having a fucking field day. The ratings for this shit are through the roof.
“Good to be back, Robin,” I say stiffly. It takes me a moment to get acclimatized to interviews.
“So, last time you were here, Your Highness,” Taylor begins, “We had quite the interesting event. I hope we don't have to go through that again today.”
There’s laughter and cheering from the audience. I even hear one woman call out, “I love you Derrick!” I smile my fucking million-dollar smile towards the audience and wave back.
“I’m trying to keep it in my pants more, nowadays,” I say and there’s more laughter. The hosts are laughing and so is the audience. Hell, even the fucking camera crew. I even notice Robin Lefler blush as I raise my pelvis a bit out of my seat. Fuck me, I think I can see her nipples hardening through her dress. Does she want a piece?
Too bad I’m already fucking spoken for.
I look over and Daphne is standing next to the c
ameraman who’s taping me. She's wearing a black pencil skirt and a white blouse - conservative on any woman, but on her it just makes my cock twitch with a mind of its own. I want to rip that fucking blouse off and bury my face in those tits. Fuck. I want to hike up that skirt and just fuck her like I did last night.
“…up to?” Robin asks.
Fuck. I’d zoned out again, thinking of Daphne.
“I’m sorry,” I apologize. “Can you repeat that?”
This raises some chuckles from the audience and Taylor quips, “Looks like he was thinking about you, Robin!”
I can see Robin blush. She does actually want a fucking piece of me.
