DangerousPassion by Desconhecido(a) Page B

not entirely deflate, which made it impossible for Derek to tuck himself back inside and button his fly.
    “Leave it out,” Sarah said, shocking herself at her own boldness. “I like seeing you that way.”
    Derek gave her a half-smile, his eyes glittering darkly in the thin moonlight. He shrugged his shoulders, acquiescing to Sarah’s wishes, his half-slumbering cock pale against the black gabardine fabric of his trousers. For a fleeting moment a niggling sense of possessiveness gripped Sarah. She suspected she was not the first woman to make such an immodest request of this man. She wondered whether she had the right to be resentful of his previous sexual conquests. A moment later she rationally realized that she didn’t have the right to be jealous ¾ but she didn’t give a damn about anybody else’s rights, and privately decided that she really disliked a lot of women she had never known, whose faces she’d never seen…and all because they had succumbed to Derek’s seduction.
    After doing a slow perusal of the perimeter of the building, Derek came back to Sarah, his clothes perfectly in order with the singular exception of his unbuttoned fly and the rather visible reason the fly remained unbuttoned. Sarah smiled, amused that Derek’s penis, even when he wasn’t aroused, was both longer and much thicker than Edgar’s when at full extension.
    “Stand up,” Derek said, his voice low, his timbre rich. “Stand up for me. I want to look at you.”
    Sarah stood slowly, her full-lipped mouth quirked slightly with pleasure as Derek paid special attention to the swaying movement of her majestic breasts. With Edgar, she had always hated being looked at whether she was naked or clothed; with Derek, his ardent attention made her feel more beautiful and desired than she had imagined possible. Derek’s eyes caressed her; Edgar’s eyes groped her. The difference couldn’t be starker, and the instinctive response of both her mind and body couldn’t have been more elemental.
    Derek stepped closer to Sarah, looking down at her with a new intensity. “Take your clothes off, Sarah. Everything. I don’t want you to hide anything from me.” With the toe of his boot he moved some of the rooftop’s stones. “You can keep your shoes on, but nothing else.”
    Sarah was amused, but still said with a hint of umbrage, “You’re getting demanding.”
    “Yes, I am. I’m in charge. You’ll do what I tell you.”
    A shiver went up Sarah’s spine. She hadn’t expected this authoritarianism from Derek, and she wasn’t certain how to respond to it. Instinctively, she hated it whenever she had to follow orders…but with Derek, with his commanding presence and his sheer physical size and strength so nearby, she found herself willing to comply. Her pussy began to tingle. Her nipples were visibly more erect. Sarah’s mind might have resisted such a blatant Alpha presence; her body knew better.
    “Hurry,” Derek said. “I don’t like to be kept waiting.”
    Sarah pushed what remained of her dress and camisole over her shoulders and down her arms. A moment later her belt was removed, and then her dress fell around her ankles. She wore only a single petticoat beneath her dress. Her knickers had been abandoned in the alley more than an hour earlier, along with Derek’s hat that had fallen off. Now completely naked except for her side-button boots and white socks, Sarah folded her hands over her pussy, hiding herself, knowing that she was disobeying this dangerous gunman who could set her body ablaze with passion.
    “That’s one hell of a body,” Derek said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Move your hands. Don’t make me have to ask you again.”
    Sarah let her hands fall to her sides. Her heart quickened, and a blush eased over her cheeks, neck, and chest. Derek’s gaze went slowly from her face to her breasts, then down to her pussy. His cock began to stiffen, growing longer, thicker, the shaft and head pale and