respect.
After dinner, Derek tucked the kids into bed while Tiphani cleaned up the dishes. As soon as the little ones drifted off, Derek sneaked back downstairs and watched his wifeâs sexy frame move around the kitchen. Derek was in awe of her beautiful, flawless caramel skin, her almond-shaped eyes, and beautiful hourglass figure.
He rushed into the kitchen and grabbed her roughly, lifting her off her feet.
âWait, silly. Letâs go upstairs,â she said with a giggle.
âI canât wait anymore. Seeing your ass in them jeans got me on rock!â Derek exclaimed, fumbling with the button on her jeans. She acquiesced, throwing her hands around his neck. Derek hoisted her onto their granite countertop and yanked off her jeans, pulling her black lace thong off with them. He inhaled, excited by the sight of her beautifully trimmed triangle. âFuckâ¦you look so damn good! I missed you, baby,â he huffed, barely able to contain himself.
Tiphani licked her fingers seductively and rubbed her clitoris, causing it to swell slightly. Derek had finally got his own pants off. His medium-sized member stood at full attention. He was a firm believer that it wasnât the size that mattered; it was what you did with what you had that made all the difference. Derek began licking the inside of her thighs.
âAhh,â Tiphani grunted, throwing her head back. Derek teased around her thighs until she put her hand on his head and forced it between her legs. He stuck his tongue out and licked her clit softly. Tiphani slid her hot box toward his tongue in ecstasy. âI want you,â she whispered.
At that, Derek lifted his head, grabbed his dick, and drove it into his wifeâs soaking wet opening with full force. She let out a short gasp as Derek dug further into her flesh. Tiphani dug her nails into his shoulders. He began to pump harder.
Suddenly, something happened. Derek recoiled slightly. Tiphani closed her legs around his back, trying to keep him inside her. She was hoping that it didnât happen again.
âUrgghhh!â Derek growled, collapsing.
Tiphani slouched her shoulders and lowered her head. He had finished less than two minutes after he had started.
âFuck!â he cursed himself, his cheeks flaming over with embarrassment. âIâm so sorry, baby. I was just so excited to feel you,â Derek said, making excuses for his shortcomings.
âI know you were just excited. That shit was still good, baby,â Tiphani consoled as she hugged him.
âDid you at least cum?â Derek asked.
Is he fuckinâ kidding me with that question? Tiphani screamed silently in her head. âHell yeah, baby. You know I cum as soon as you touch me,â she lied as she hugged him and hid her face. Derek continued to apologize, and she continued to console him.
This shit is so out of control right now! Tiphani thought as she rolled her eyes behind Derekâs back. It wasnât like he came fast and stayed hard where he could please her too. After his nut, he was a goner, leaving her unsatisfied and royally pissed the fuck off.
Derek didnât know if she was telling the truth, but he did know that his premature ejaculation was starting to become a problem.
Chapter 2
Tables Turned
It had been three months since the raid, and the day had finally come. Security was tight as Derek walked up to the courthouse. He could hardly make it to the steps because there were so many reporters and spectators outside. Scarâs impending trial had been in the news for weeks. There had even been a countdown of sorts. The media had dubbed it the Trial of the Year. When some of the media hounds noticed Derek, they almost trampled each other to be the first to get a statement from him.
âDetective Fuller, are you nervous to face the notorious Scar Johnson?â a reporter called out, shoving a microphone into Derekâs face.
âAre you kidding me with that
After dinner, Derek tucked the kids into bed while Tiphani cleaned up the dishes. As soon as the little ones drifted off, Derek sneaked back downstairs and watched his wifeâs sexy frame move around the kitchen. Derek was in awe of her beautiful, flawless caramel skin, her almond-shaped eyes, and beautiful hourglass figure.
He rushed into the kitchen and grabbed her roughly, lifting her off her feet.
âWait, silly. Letâs go upstairs,â she said with a giggle.
âI canât wait anymore. Seeing your ass in them jeans got me on rock!â Derek exclaimed, fumbling with the button on her jeans. She acquiesced, throwing her hands around his neck. Derek hoisted her onto their granite countertop and yanked off her jeans, pulling her black lace thong off with them. He inhaled, excited by the sight of her beautifully trimmed triangle. âFuckâ¦you look so damn good! I missed you, baby,â he huffed, barely able to contain himself.
Tiphani licked her fingers seductively and rubbed her clitoris, causing it to swell slightly. Derek had finally got his own pants off. His medium-sized member stood at full attention. He was a firm believer that it wasnât the size that mattered; it was what you did with what you had that made all the difference. Derek began licking the inside of her thighs.
âAhh,â Tiphani grunted, throwing her head back. Derek teased around her thighs until she put her hand on his head and forced it between her legs. He stuck his tongue out and licked her clit softly. Tiphani slid her hot box toward his tongue in ecstasy. âI want you,â she whispered.
At that, Derek lifted his head, grabbed his dick, and drove it into his wifeâs soaking wet opening with full force. She let out a short gasp as Derek dug further into her flesh. Tiphani dug her nails into his shoulders. He began to pump harder.
Suddenly, something happened. Derek recoiled slightly. Tiphani closed her legs around his back, trying to keep him inside her. She was hoping that it didnât happen again.
âUrgghhh!â Derek growled, collapsing.
Tiphani slouched her shoulders and lowered her head. He had finished less than two minutes after he had started.
âFuck!â he cursed himself, his cheeks flaming over with embarrassment. âIâm so sorry, baby. I was just so excited to feel you,â Derek said, making excuses for his shortcomings.
âI know you were just excited. That shit was still good, baby,â Tiphani consoled as she hugged him.
âDid you at least cum?â Derek asked.
Is he fuckinâ kidding me with that question? Tiphani screamed silently in her head. âHell yeah, baby. You know I cum as soon as you touch me,â she lied as she hugged him and hid her face. Derek continued to apologize, and she continued to console him.
This shit is so out of control right now! Tiphani thought as she rolled her eyes behind Derekâs back. It wasnât like he came fast and stayed hard where he could please her too. After his nut, he was a goner, leaving her unsatisfied and royally pissed the fuck off.
Derek didnât know if she was telling the truth, but he did know that his premature ejaculation was starting to become a problem.
Chapter 2
Tables Turned
It had been three months since the raid, and the day had finally come. Security was tight as Derek walked up to the courthouse. He could hardly make it to the steps because there were so many reporters and spectators outside. Scarâs impending trial had been in the news for weeks. There had even been a countdown of sorts. The media had dubbed it the Trial of the Year. When some of the media hounds noticed Derek, they almost trampled each other to be the first to get a statement from him.
âDetective Fuller, are you nervous to face the notorious Scar Johnson?â a reporter called out, shoving a microphone into Derekâs face.
âAre you kidding me with that
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