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  My body goes into automatic mode, not even breathing as I piston back and forth on his cock, draining it of every last drop. Derek’s mouth is now pressed against my vagina, his tongue working magic circles and diving deep into it.

  My nipples are so hard I think they are going to just fall off my body.

  Derek reverses us, again, picking me up so fast my head spins.

  He’s so strong!

  He lays me back down on the bed, now on my stomach, as he begins to fuck me, his cock barely weakened after my blowjob.

  Derek fingers me in my asshole, and wets his hand with some spit, and rubs between my drenched legs, using my own pussy juice to ease his way.

  I feel my ass clench, and try to relax.

  Then, as the tip of his cock brushes it, my rosebud opens, slightly and reluctantly, to him.

  He’s going slow, and being gentle, and I love him more than ever for that.

  I reach up between my legs, which are sopping wet. I caress his balls, and then rub myself.

  There’s some pressure as the head enters, and widens my hole. I feel my muscles grab him tight, and he slides in, ever so slowly, taking his time. There’s a little pain, but it mixes with all the pleasure into a blur of sensation in my brain.

  I finger my clit, reaching another orgasm, that has me clenching down on his rock hard tool, and then he’s moving faster and faster, into my ass.

  It feels fantastic, and I squeeze my nipples in turn, pulling them with my slick fingers, licking the juice off and then doing it all over again.

  My head is spinning from all the wonderful sensations, melding into a continuous ride of the utmost ecstasy.

  Derek wraps my hair in his fist, and pulls my head back as he rams into me from behind. I lift off of the bed, my tits heaving and bouncing against my body, and I scream out his name.

  He comes, again!

  The man is a stallion!

  *****

  We fuck for hours.

  Derek uses all of me, over and over again, and I am in ecstasy from it.

  I ride him, and he fills me completely.

  During our interludes, Derek’s seed drips slowly from my holes, and I nuzzle his unbelievable cock with my lips. I love the way it tastes, so salty and musky, and sweet.

  We decide to take a shower to give our worn out parts a rest, and the water feels delicious on my body, cleansing me.

  I wash my hair, scrubbing my skin clean and shiny.

  Derek helps with my hair, and we take turns lathering up and rinsing it.

  I offer to clean Derek, and he takes me up on it.

  It turns into a major event, as I suck him while the water washes over my head, Derek holding me behind my head, running his hands through my clean hair, in between thrusts.

  Then he washes my back, and breasts, and the friction heats us up again.

  We collapse on the bed, in terrycloth robes, with towels wrapped around our hair.

  Giggling and laughing, we can’t keep our hands off of each other.

  Soon, I’m ravished again, Derek’s almost superhuman strength making me quiver once more. I’m concerned my moaning and noises of pleasure are going to make someone call the front desk to complain.

  I muffle my moans against his strong, muscled shoulder, and bite him as I come.

  He nuzzles my neck, and tells me he loves me.

  I grab him, hugging him tight, never wanting to let him go, but knowing that we need food. I push him away, and kiss him hard, then grab the phone and dial up the concierge.

  Room service arrives and keeps us alive with champagne, caviar on toast tips, and lobsters. There’s clam chowder, and prawns, and even some escargot.

  We feast on this bounty from the ocean, and feed bits to each other.

  I toast Derek, and he sips from my cup.

  We eat on the bed, not worrying about any messy eating habits.

  I lick some tartar sauce from Derek’s finger, slowly sucking it off, my tongue tracing the length of it.

  He smiles, and grins, and then laughs at my antics.

  I decide it’s time to show him who’s boss, and spread my robe open, giving him full access to my nakedness.

  I pour a little bubbly onto my body, between my breasts, and it slowly drips down to my belly button, filling it.

  Derek comes over at my command, and obediently licks the effervescent liquid from its natural cup. It tickles, and my giggles cause a small spill.

  I pour some more, and it drips down past my navel, into the spaces between my legs.

  Derek’s suddenly very interested, and he puts his head down there, and sucks and licks the bubbling, golden fluid.

  I keep pouring, and he keeps licking and swallowing. I laugh, thinking he’s going to explode like a water balloon, if I keep it up.

  Instead, he’s suddenly fingering my pussy, and using his other index finger to lightly touch my rosy bud.

  His tongue works its magic on my love button, and slides back and forth, on either side of my swollen clit.

  Then, taking my clit gently in his teeth, he moves it and chews my pussy.

  The feeling sends me rocketing into yet another climax, and it’s a long time before I can regain my senses.

  Derek must be the most accomplished lover in the world, I tell myself.

  I lay there, silently thanking the Lord for saving him for me.

  Derek sips a bit more champagne, this time from one of the crystal goblets that came with the bottle.

  He’s sitting on the bed, looking like the statue of a god, a perfect athlete.

  His cock is lying along the length of his strong leg, and I think that it looks a little lonely.

  My mind tells me that I should certainly keep it warm, and hug it.

  With my mouth…

  So, I do.

  *****

  I love it when Derek pushes into me. The slick friction, whether it’s in my mouth, pussy or ass, and the pleasurable pressure as my skin expands to take all of its massiveness into my body sends me to places I never dreamed.

  He goes on for hours, always making sure to keep my pace, and never hurting me.

  Whether he just massages me, or strokes my arm or leg, he’s constantly whispering reassurances.

  I know he loves me.

  I love him.

  Does it get any better?

  I can’t imagine how.

  DEREK

  Megan is the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.

  Her body molds to mine in a way that we become one. I can’t stop wanting to love her, to hold her tight, to fuck her when she begs me to.

  Of course, we make love, for hours at a time.

  But, then there are those moments when her wild side comes out.

  Like the anal sex.

  And the spanking.

  And, she tells me she once had a tongue stud, and regrets letting the piercing heal.

  She sticks out her tongue and shows me, and I chuckle.

  I grab it with my mouth, and slowly suck on it, until she her breath is coming up short.

  I guess my fingering her may have also contributed to that…

  Then, she’s going down on me, again, swallowing my entire length, and almost choking to death, it seems.

  But, she pushes down even harder when I come, greedily drinking my jism, every drop.

  She kisses me, slyly having kept a bit in her cheek, and I can taste my juices mingling with her own.

  It’s intoxicating.

  We make love, and fuck and shower and wash each other.

  Then, we just lay next to each other, looking in our eyes, seeing the reflection of a perfect match.

  Soon, more lovemaking.

  And then, it’s time to eat.

  Megan turns it into a veritable feast, using the food to arouse me, teasing me with her crazy wiles, yet again.

  She shows me a side of her that I never got to see when we were younger.

  I never suspected the depth and intensity of her passion when I had stay
ed with her for those months, years ago.

  Had I known, I wouldn’t have left. Wild seahorses couldn’t have dragged me away.

  And they won’t now.

  I love Megan.

  I’m grateful that we are finally one, and that we know our true feelings for each other.

  I pray that it will never end.

  *****

  Too soon, Randy and Walt and the Old Man are calling for me to report for duty. I am totally not wanting to go, but it’s my job.

  I tell Megan not to worry, she will be safe here, for as long as she needs to stay.

  She hugs me tight, and kisses me long and hard, and then tenderly.

  I want her to know that it’s all going to turn out all right for us.

  That she has nothing to fear.

  Then, I remember Peg.

  *****

  Chapter 13

  DEREK

  When Blaise didn’t even call me or anything, it was weird.

  Our mother had been killed in a horrible accident.

  You would think he’d try to reach out for some manner of closure.

  We’d never been very close, but still.

  The man was my brother. Well, stepbrother, as it turns out.

  Even though I wanted to go to the funeral, my duties had me stationed in Key West that month.

  Megan managed to entertain herself somehow, but I couldn’t call her.

  I counted on Sandra to keep an eye on her.

  She’d agreed to let Travis know if anything happened. But, Sandra did have other duties, as well. Concierge at a first-class hotel takes some doing.

  Megan had dyed her hair and cut it shorter, and took to wearing tanning lotion.

  She looked enough unlike her old self that I hoped it would disguise her and keep her safe while I was out working.

  Another assignment took precedence for the Alpha One Team.

  We were using “Fat Albert”, the DEA surveillance blimp, to follow drug boats as they met with motherships out amongst the mangroves and coral islands near Long Key and Duck Key.

  While I was down there, I had time to think over the situation some more.

  I loved Megan, and worried that King was going to get to her somehow.

  And, the more I thought about it, the more I felt bad we didn’t do more to help Margaret.

  I was never a big fan of Peg, primarily because of how she had treated Megan so poorly.

  But, there was another reason.

  She wasn’t my biological mom.

  When I joined the Navy, of course I had to go through the usual security background checks.

  As I went higher and deeper into it, the checks became more complicated, and thorough.

  That’s when I discovered that Margaret wasn’t my birth mother.

  I was surprised, but not very.

  She’d always favored Blaise.

  I’m pretty sure he was hers.

  They had the same facial structure.

  Plus, they shared that nastiness gene.

  The Navy has policies regarding adopted persons, and tries to maintain the anonymity of parents when it can.

  Because I was going for SEAL training, they uncovered a discrepancy in my records.

  I never had been told I was adopted by my parents. When I found out, I decided it would be best to just keep playing along.

  I’m not sure if my stepfather didn’t know Peg wasn’t my mother, because he’d adopted Blaise and me, but never said a word.

  And, of course, Megan never knew either.

  *****

  My being adopted did explain some about why Blaise didn’t get along with me or Megan.

  He was always ragging on us, and running to Peg when we began to tell our side of the story.

  That came to an end one day when I just up and slugged the little shit.

  Megan and I were teens, and had been to the lake to go swimming.

  I think we were all around fourteen or fifteen. Blaise was older than me by a year or so.

  Maybe he’d been spying on us.

  I really don’t remember.

  Suddenly, he was there.

  He was an ungainly boy, and tended to be a bit overweight.

  All right, I’ll just go ahead and say it - he was a fat slob.

  Anyway, Blaise suggested we skinny-dip, but Megan didn’t want to.

  “Suit yourself,” he’d said, and stripped to his tighty-whities.

  He made a huge splash when he hit the water, soaking us both.

  We all splashed around for a while, and then Megan got out to go lay down and sun herself, I guess.

  I decided to try to see how far I could swim underwater, and spent the next ten minutes playing submarine.

  I was coming up for air on the far side of the pond when I heard a yell.

  I ducked under, swimming back towards the shore.

  When I came up, I couldn’t see them, so I went back under and swam on.

  I got out of the water, shaking my head to clear the water from my ears.

  Next thing I know, I hear some noises and then Megan screams.

  “Blaise, you idiot! Get off of me! Now!” I heard.

  Then, I heard her sounding more panicked.

  She was grunting, and I heard Blaise making some weird noise, like panting.

  Well, that was enough!

  Blaise had been forever picking on Megan, and I wasn’t having any more of that.

  I ran over to where they were, behind some of the pines and brush.

  Blaise was wearing only his underwear, and for some reason it was not totally covering him up. In fact, it was pooled around his knees.

  His tiny cock stuck out like a dead worm, and flopped on Megan’s leg.

  He’d pinned Megan to the ground, and her clothes were all disarranged.

  We had been swimming at the pond earlier, and I figured maybe the water made their clothes not fit well.

  Maybe that was it, I thought.

  In any event, he was on top of Megan, and she was trying to bite him, snarling like a tiger.

  “Get off of her, you bully!” I’d yelled at him.

  “Fuck you, asshole!” he shouted back.

  His flab jostled around, and he looked like a pale pile of Jell-O.

  He got off of Megan, and stepped towards me.

  He pulled up his underpants, and his little dick poked the fabric from underneath.

  There was something about how Megan looked - angry, frightened, and then she was crying and seemed embarrassed all at once.

  “You lousy cunt! You can’t fuck at all!” said Blaise.

  So, I slugged him.

  In the face.

  Hard.

  He fell back, whimpering like the little bitch I knew he was.

  Megan jumped up and started pummeling him, and kicked him in the nuts.

  He howled like a banshee, and then we ran off, leaving him cupping his balls while he yelled.

  We ran, and Megan grabbed me and gave me a quick kiss, and then started laughing.

  We laughed all the way back to the house, knowing we were going to catch royal hell from Peg and Dad.

  It didn’t matter to me.

  Megan was radiant, her torn clothes barely covering her newly sprouting breasts.

  (My own discovery of my penis and how good it felt sometimes was swept aside by the joy of running alongside her, loving that way she smiled at me.)

  Her face was splotchy and had some dirt on it, but I didn’t care.

  We got back to the house, and washed up.

  That was the first time she kissed me.

  And, just before she closed the bathroom door, she reached over and kissed me full on the mouth. A second kiss!

  Two in one day!

  “Thank you, Derek! You’re my hero!” she said.

  Then, she closed the door.

  *****

  It’s too bad my stepfather couldn’t seem to manage to make things easier between Megan and Peg. I don’t know what his problem
was.

  Blaise remained distant from me, and then he’d gone off to college.

  *****

  While I was down in the Keys, I thought a lot about King and Peg, and why they’d hooked up.

  It was odd, to me, that Peg had been dating Robert King for quite some time.

  As far as I could remember, he just wasn’t her type.

  Oh, he had money, but she had some inclination of being a social climber, and also a vague sense of good taste.

  I don’t know what she had seen in him.

  I am sure I knew why he took her on, though.

  My memory triggered again, and I got a brief flash of Sam Parker, falling overboard.

  I shuddered.

  Although it came up as a matter of our investigations, the most the Feds could come up with was that she liked to shop and go out to lavish spas and have nice dinners.

  “Typical gold-digging behavior,” said Walt.

  I wasn’t all that thrilled with how he categorized Peg.

  She wasn’t my favorite person.

  But, she’d made her choices after my stepfather had died.

  And, I knew about her and Sam Parker.

  Something in my memory triggered, and suddenly I knew how King was running his operation.

  Sam Parker was one half of the solution, but Peg had been the other!

  Chapter 14

  Robert King was not a happy man.

  George Tanner had completed his mission, but it was done in a very sloppy way.

  The gun battle with the Miami police officer had meant George was no longer able to operate except covertly.

  This was only a minor inconvenience, as Tanner spoke three languages, not including English. He could be of value in other countries. King thought about what to do.

  Tanner was hiding out on the “Disco Inferno”, probably fucking Floori, thought King.

  Derek White and Megan Greene were now his main focus. They had dropped out of sight over three months ago.

  He had no idea where they may have gone into hiding.

  All of his contacts were reporting nothing of value.

  King puffed on his cigar.

  That cunt Peg had ruined everything! First, threatening to yank his funding, then fucking Tanner.

  It was bad enough that he had to explain that she was dead to his boss, but it was worse when it clearly couldn’t have been pinned on Megan.