Faster Patrick!, Faster!!

He held firmly onto her breasts for support as he kept thrusting in and out from behind her.

"Oh, baby,"Stephanie moaned pleasurably.

Taking his hands off her breasts, he bent her waist lower to make her form an ark.

"Bend this thing, lady!" He ordered, filling the room with his thick, hoarse voice as sweat travelled down his face.

She obliged instantly and gave him his desired posture.

"Oh, my gosh!" Stephanie exclaimed at the firm squeeze Derrick gave her breasts, which gave her a pleasurable, yet painful, sensation.

With his right hand, he pulled her hair backwards and ordered again, "Give me that ark, lady!" He spanked her butt as hard as he went in and out of her, and she let out a slight cry.

"Oh, Derrick!" Her legs had begun to shake.

Her expression changed the moment she felt that he was gradually pulling out.

"Derrick, please, no!" She pleaded her body needed him now more than ever.

He stood away from her and came on the tiled floor, while he slightly groaned and sighed after which he walked over to his drawer and brought out two dildos.

"You don't need to do that when I'm here" Derrick said as he saw Stephanie rubbing her clitoris for some more pleasure. Without heeding to his words, she continued.

He went angrily to her, held her left breast, and bit the nipple hard.

"Ouch! Derrick, stop!"

"Will you disobey me again?!" he asked as he squeezed the breast as hard as he could.

"No! Please stop," she begged, blinking severally to hold back the tears that had blurred her vision.

"Come here," he said calmly as he helped her up and pushed her back on the bed.

He got on the bed spread her legs wide, he hung her left leg on his neck, while using his left knee to nab her right knee to the bed. He used the dildo to tease her wet pussy. He pushed one in slightly as she let out a moan, he spread her legs wider, and he made to push the second one in.

"Derrick, no. Please!"

"Shh! Don't tell me what to do!"

He took some fluid from her dripping pussy, rubbed it on the second dildo, and shoved it into her butt hole.

"Oh! Derrick!" she cried. The feeling was of pain and pleasure.

He pushed the dildos deeper into her and paused to adjust the leg he had placed on his shoulder. Then he began to go in and out of her with the dildos as hard as he could, somewhat violently.

"Uh! Please. Oh!" She moaned, gasping. Her body could not contain the painful pleasure she was experiencing.

"Oh!" She muttered, twisting her waist to the movement of the dildos. She shook vigorously as she orgasmed.

"Hmm!" She sighed and opened her mouth wide to aid her breathing. After Stephanie had come, Derrick got up and went to the bathroom, leaving the dildos in her body.

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Derrick stood outside his room as he buttoned his suit. His briefcase sat on the floor, next to his right leg.

Stephanie walked out of the room, dressed in a long, black dress. She wore a pair of black heels and held a black purse that perfectly complemented her dress.

Derrick glanced at her and walked down the stairs without saying a word to her. However, she smiled, knowing he approved of her outfit.

"Morning, Mum." Derrick greeted. His mother was instructing some of the servants.

"Good morning, sir!" Chorused the servants.

"Is that my son?" Brittany asked when she heard Derrick's voice. Derrick knew what was coming when his mother left the servants to meet him. He scoffed at the thought.

"My only son. One and only heir," she praised. "My pride and ultimate gift," she continued as Derrick let out a sweet chuckled.

"Morning, Mum."

"Morning, son. Did you have a blissful night?" She inquired. Her hands massaging his face.

"My night was okay. Trust you had a perfect night."

"Why wouldn't my night be perfect? My son spent the night with his bride-to-be!" She added happily. Derrick scoffed.

"Oh, here comes the bride!" Brittany exclaimed at the sight of Stephanie descending the stairs.

"Good morning, Mum," greeted Stephanie with a beautiful smile. She waved lightly at the servants who greeted her in unison.

"Oh, my!" Brittany responded, moving toward Stephanie. "Good morning, my darling."

"I'm leaving mum," Derrick announced.

"Won't you have breakfast?" Brittany inquired.

"No , Mum. I have an important meeting to attend."

"Okay, son. Take care of yourself."

Derrick walked out, still ignoring Stephanie.

"Oh, my dear Stephanie. How beautiful you look this morning. Let's have breakfast. I'll serve you today," Brittany offered, leading Stephanie to the dining table.

"Mum, why don't you sit while I serve us both," Stephanie countered.

"Oh , dear," Brittany was in awe. "I'm amazed at how properly you were raised. I cannot wait for you to become my daughter-in-law." She praised.

"Don't bother yourself, my child. The maids will serve us."

"Okay , Mum," Stephanie returned the spoon and plate she had carried.

"So, let's talk about the wedding plans," Brittany started. "Though it's an arranged marriage, I want it to be glamorous. I want it to be the talk of the city. I want it to be carried on all magazines!" She continued, illustrating with her hands.

"I can't wait for this wedding to happen, my dear."

"Neither can I, Mum," Stephanie affirmed. "It will happen. It's only a week away, Mum."

"I know, my child. I just can't wait, sweetheart. I wish it were tomorrow."

"So do I, Mum," Stephanie concurred and they laughed out loud.

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"Kourtney, call and inform Mr. Hudson that we won't be able to make it to the inauguration of his firm." Derrick instructed as he went through the files on his table.

"Sir, I thought...," Kourtney paused, seeing the stern look on Derrick's face. "I'll call him right away," she replied and rushed out of the office.

"Derrick!" Mikel called as he entered Derrick's office.

Derrick looked up to see who dared to barge into his office without an appointment.

"Derrick, why did you ask Kourtney to call Mr. Hudson" Mike inquired.

"I'm still in charge of this company, Mike. My orders are absolute." Derrick replied firmly. Mike let out a smirk, giving him a death glare.

"You can't do that, Derrick. Mr. Hudson is an important member of the company. Attending the inauguration of his firm will be for our good."

"What if I do? What will you do about it? Cry to your dad?" Derrick mocked.

"This is my father's company as well, Derrick."

"I know. But I'm in charge here, Mikel. I'm the boss. Blame your father for that, not me."

"This is not over! You illegitimate child!" Mike cussed.

"That's always your defense, brother. What have you achieved so far with your legitimacy? Huh? What?"Derrick prodded. "Your father always picks me over you. You are literally at my mercy, brother." he mocked. "You should know better than coming here to embarrass yourself." Derrick's words cut deep into Mike heart like a sword.

Mike stormed out of the office, wiping the tears in his eyes with his handkerchief.

"Negative vibe." Derrick muttered, now focusing on the files before him.

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Derrick sat on the trunk of his Bentley truck, admiring the beauty of America at dusk.

"Sir?" Patrick, his driver, called out.

"I'm listening," Derrick replied with an expressionless face.

"Sir, would you like me to stop at the mall?"

"If I wanted you to stop at the mall, don't you think I would have said so?" Derrick replied irritatedly.

"I'm sorry, sir."

Patrick drove quietly through the lonely route that led to the estate where Derrick lived. He noticed a group of men standing beside a car at the far end of the road.

"Sir, that doesn't look good," Patrick began to drive slowly.

"Turn the car around, Patrick!" Derrick ordered at the sight of one of the men pulling out a gun.

"Yes, sir!"Patrick replied nervously, trying to make a U-turn. The men opened fire immediately and shattered the glasses.

"Damn!" Derrick cussed, blood gushing out of his arm.

"Keep going, Patrick! They're coming after us!" Derrick ordered, looking through the broken window. The men had gotten into their vehicle and started chasing them.

"Faster, Patrick!" Derrick ordered, holding onto his wounded arm.