#meradd

"Had to escape, huh?" you teased as Derek attacked your lips, pulling him in by his tie. His right hand was already firmly attached to your hip, his other travelling through your hair. Wrapping your arm around his waist, you lift your left leg up slightly.

Derek was fumbling the zipper on the back of your dress. "You do things to me, Sloan." The silky black dress balled at your feet, along with your bra.

Your hand snaked through his hand and pressed his hand down onto your neck where he was leaving hickeys all over, nipping at your skin. "So sexy," he whined out.

"So desperate," you giggled, hushly.

Before you knew it your back was on his bed, his body in between your legs. His lips met yours once again, his hand finding the top of your black sheers. In a second, he ripped the leggings completely in half.

"I liked those," you fake pout.

"I'll buy you as many as you fucking want." Derek slid your panties down your legs as you ripped his tie off and worked on his suit. A moan escaped your mouth as his fingers met your core unexpectedly. Derek chuckled, "You're just as needy as I am."

His fingers swiftly removed his button up before undoing the zipper on his slacks, careful not to remove his hand from you for too long. You tried to suppress your moans, because frankly, you weren't quite experienced, but the way he curled his fingers didn't let you hold back.

"So whiny," Derek laughed as he removed his fingers and slid himself in, causing you to whine and grasp the sheets of the bed. He let out a softer moan, slowing his tempo to help you adjust. "Damn, you're tight Sloan," He breathed as he griped your hips, bucking into a faster tempo.

You threw your head back letting out long, whining moans, pulling at his hair when he leaned on top of you, moaning into his ear. That'd increase his pace and make him kiss you ferally. He found the spot after hitting it and watching you roll your eyes back, farther than before, and moan louder than before.

"Couldn't hold back after watching you all evening in that tight black dress of yours, Sloan," Derek moaned in between thrusts, quickening his pace.

Your hips tightened at his waist, your breaths becoming more shallow. "Derek, oh Derek, fuck I'm so close," you moaned into his ear, tightening around his cock. "Oh fuck-"

His pacing slowed into long, drawn out thrusts, right onto your G-spot, hitting it every last time. He felt your release onto him, squeezed him tighter, nip on his neck.

Derek bit his lip as he rutted, losing rhythm, before his last thrust into you, painting your walls with his release.

"You're so fucking hot," He moaned into a prolonged kiss.