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Never Mine	By : xxfawnpwincessxx Category: A through F > The Darkest Powers (Trilogy) > The Darkest Powers (Trilogy) Views: 434 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Chloe Saunders, Derek Souza, or any other characters and their source material, the Darkest Powers, don't in any way, shape, or form belong to me. They all belong to Kelley Armstrong, which means I make no money off my erotica fanfics!

Chapter List
- 1-Chapter One
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All it takes is one look or touch to break someone teetering on the precipice of breaking, and Derek Souza had been thrown violently off the edge. Which was how he found him leaning over his brother’s fiancé, plowing into her and watching her ass ripple on every stroke.
The expanse of the white blonde’s smooth back writhed, making her millions of brown freckles wink, and he couldn’t stop himself from leaning forward to sink his teeth into the sensitive flesh of her shoulder blade. Along his cock, her pussy clamped and spasmed just like her body did, jolting beneath his chest where he’d pinned her down.
“You like me fucking you?” he groaned once he released her shoulder and soothed the sting with the flat of his tongue. “Fuck, you feel so goddamn good, Chloe.” He ran a hand along the length of her spine and squeezed the swell of baby fat that clung to her hip. It gave beneath his gouging fingers.
“Yes—oh God, oh fuck, yes!” she cried, her shrill voice ringing in the empty house around them. She was always so loud when getting fucked, something he’d found out first-hand when she spent the night after one too many drinks in Simon’s bedroom. He had shared a bedroom wall with the horny, happy couple and stroked his cock when she had squealed and wailed while getting plowed. She was a screamer, and now Derek’s ears were ringing with the sound of her shrieking.
Sweat ran in rivulets down his hot face as he fucked her, punching his hips forward. Every withdrawal made him that much more hungry for the rhythmic clamp of her cunt around his cock when she came, especially when he saw the thick, creamy pussy juice she left across the length of his dick. If he died buried inside of her tightening heat, it would be a wonderful way to go—to the hilt inside of some hot, tight cunt. It was even better that it was her.
His laborious panting filled the family room, almost drowning out the conversations on the movie they’d forgone in favor of fucking on the carpet like animals.
Leaning back on his knee, he guided her cunt back and forth on his dick, watching as her ass jiggled with every thrust, her punk pussy lips parting around the girth of him. There was nothing sexier than watching her on all fours, her breasts swinging rapidly with his punching, punishing thrusts, the squelch and desperate needy clamping of her intimate muscles like heaven and hell.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groaned and wound one hand into her long strawberry-blonde hair, light glinting off the red streaks, and the other around her uplifted foot. The streaks had turned him on so much when she first got them, he’d pounded into her upright, suspended on his dick. “You feel so good, baby. Fuck, fuck.” His hips moved on their own accord, faster and with more weight behind every swing, hitting her so deep that she clawed at the carpet beneath her and her toes curled. She squirmed.
“Oh God, oh fuck, Derek!” she sobbed and met every single thrust, fucking herself like he was nothing more than pistoning sex toy machine.
He dropped his forehead against the sweaty back of her neck and exhaled choppily, awash with boiling pleasure, gouging his feet into the floor beneath him for leverage. Their thighs collided, bouncing off one another, the thick, heavy smack a sexy backdrop to their raw fucking.
“So good, baby. So good to me. Fuuuuuck.” He shuddered as a wave of pleasure gripped him tight in its claws, running down his back and making his hip flexors tighten. His thighs were like stone with all the tension within him.
Did she know how much it turned him on to see her pussy part for his dick? To watch her bounce back and forth on him, like some sort of sex goddess? Just for him? Did she know he’d fucking chop his own arm off before he gave this up? He’d rather die than live without that sweet pussy wrapped around him, milking and squeezing the cum from his balls like it was meant to.
“Derek!” She turned her head, peering at him over her shoulder, and he saw the flare of her nostrils, the way her eyebrows had furrowed, the crinkles at the corners of her eyes. Her pussy squeezed him spastically. She was gonna cum.
He fucked her harder, making her jolt, and she was so breathless that she lowered her torso, tilting her hips. Offering her cunt to him like she was in heat. He pushed down her shoulder with one hand, keeping her pinned down, and with the other caught each of her wrists.
She wailed, the sound cutting through the afternoon suburbs noise and the television still playing the movie, and came with a violent shudder. Every single muscle in her cunt crowded his cock, pushing him closer to his own orgasm. She lay there limply, panting open-mouthed, her face mottled red. Her powder-blue eyes were glazed and tear-filled, and the sight of a few of them squeezing out of the corners choked him. Thankfully, the first time it happened, they’d agreed on a safeword if she was hurt or something because the tears turned them both on so much. There was something depraved and sinful about fucking her so hard, she cried; he was certain no other partner she’d had was able to wrench the sobs and tears he did. It never failed to make him cum, and now was no different.
His hips stuttered as his orgasm crashed through him, white-hot and vivid. His vision whited at its strength, making him grind his teeth as he strained over her, pumping her full of sticky, hot cum. Tendons bulged in his neck and his temples pounded as he made shallow, short little thrusts, forcing his load deeper into her.
She moaned weakly as they both caught their breaths, his heart thundering his chest. His arms trembled on either side of her as they sat there in silence, sucking down lungfuls of air.
“Derek,” she murmured, and just his name, that single word, made him freeze. She’d said his name plenty before but never like this, soft and full of something fragile and meaningful. Her visible eye was misty and intense. “I—”
On the coffee table, her phone buzzed and he was close enough to see who it was.
Simon.
His brother.
Her fiancé.
Derek swallowed hard and eased out of her, wincing at the sensitivity.
Whatever she was going to say seemed to have fled her and she climbed to her feet, the entire side of her cheek and her knees imprinted by the texture of the carpet and red. After a moment of standing there, naked, all high, tight quivering breasts and shapely hips and generous thighs, her large eyes beseeching, she grimaced, and he glanced down to see a glob of his cum running down her bare thigh.
“You should go, uh, clean up,” he grunted as he shut off the TV and searched for the basketball shorts, underwear, and tank top he’d stripped off earlier.
“Yeah.”
She hesitated for a minute before she made her way to the downstairs bathroom, her clothes bundled underneath her arm. The door closed and broke any sort of spell that had been brimming between them.
Derek exhaled slowly as he dressed and ignored the way his soft cock stuck to his boxers. It was moments like this that he hated himself—no, every moment with her that he stole. A forbidden kiss when no one was looking, a hurried blowjob when Simon was out.
He’d steal these little scraps of her attention, make her feel good the way Simon couldn’t, and pretend it was enough. But at the end of the day, Chloe had made her choice between him and Simon, and he wasn’t the winner.
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