Sophie, fresh off the bus from Baltimore, felt Bel Air's suffocating stillness. The bookstore, her refuge, smelled of old paper and lemon – nothing like the city grime she'd known. Then Derek walked in. Green eyes, a smirk that hinted at trouble, and a lean against the counter that screamed confidence. They talked books, movies – the usual dance – but every shared laugh, every brush of their hands, zapped Sophie. It hit her, a cold splash of reality: Bel Air was white. She was the only Black girl around.

But Derek... he made her forget the damn statistics.

He leaned in, his voice a low growl that vibrated against her ear. "You know, Sophie, plenty of ways to have fun in this town."

Her cheeks burned. "Oh really?" she breathed.

"Yeah!"

Her pulse jumped. The air thickened, heavy with what he wasn't saying. The good-girl act she clung to suddenly felt pathetic. Derek was a dare, daring her to break every rule.

She met his gaze, faking cool, playing with her dress hem. "What's on your mind?"

His smirk widened, predatory. He reached out, almost touching, tracing a loose curl. "Got a few ideas," he rumbled. "But first... you ready for this?"

Her throat closed up. She swallowed hard. A shiver – not from cold – raced down her spine. Fear, yeah, but laced with a wild, reckless thrill. This was new. This was Derek.

A whisper pushed past her lips. "I'm ready."

His lips brushed her ear, another, hotter shiver. "Good," he breathed, then started kissing his way down her neck.

The bookstore bell jingled behind them, ending her old life. Derek's hand, hot and possessive, held hers as they walked to the woods. The air cooled, thick with pine and damp earth. He didn't speak. He didn't need to.

He stopped, turned her, and without a word, yanked down her tennis skirt. It pooled at her ankles. Her skin burned under his gaze, exposed, excited. He kissed the hollow of her throat, slow, making her core clench. His mouth moved lower, suckling her nipples through her bra. His hands went to the clasp, fingers quick and sure.

"This is so wrong, I'm, like, the only black girl," escaped from her.

He just smiled and shut her up with a kiss.

His fingers drew slow circles on her bare skin, igniting her. The bra hit the ground. He cupped her breasts, thumbs grazing her nipples, making her gasp. His mouth followed, licking, biting, driving her crazy. His hands slid down, tracing her hips, pressing, making her legs tremble. She gasped, breaths short and ragged.

He cupped her pussy, the pressure sending a jolt straight to her clit. His fingers probed, teased, knowing exactly where to touch. A louder gasp. Her hips started moving, on their own.

His hands moved up, slow, possessive, claiming her body. He kissed her neck, shoulder, then lower, tongue flicking her nipples before finally, his mouth went south.

His tongue on her clit was electric. He licked, slow, exploring every fold. She moaned, bucking against him, fingers digging into his hair. His tongue slid inside her, hot, slick, stealing her breath. The pleasure built, a tidal wave about to break.

He pulled his tongue away, slid two fingers in. They moved, slick and perfect, mimicking his tongue. The friction was insane, pushing her to the edge. Her body was on fire, vibrating. He went faster, harder.

Then, it hit. An orgasm ripped through her, so intense it blurred her vision. She screamed, a raw sound of release, convulsing around his fingers.

The tremors faded, leaving her weak and breathless. He held her close, face buried in his chest. She smiled, a slow, satisfied curve of her mouth. He kissed her forehead, whispering shit she didn't need to hear to understand.

The next day, as Sophia was locking up, Derek grabbed her hand and gave her that look – the one that made her insides flip. He tugged her toward the back office. Her pulse was going crazy.

"Close your eyes," he breathed, voice low.

She did, and she could feel his breath on her neck, making her shiver. The next thing she knew, he'd lifted her onto the desk, spreading her legs. She gasped as he kissed her, hard and deep.

His hands were everywhere, and they were definitely not gentle. It was electric. Every touch made her wetter.

He traced her curves with his fingers, kissing her softly, teasing her. She moaned as he slid into her, slow and deliberate, pushing her right to the edge.

"Oh fuck!" Sophie screamed.

"You're... fucking... unbelievable..." Derek panted.

"I know..." she managed to say.

Derek started going faster, harder, slamming into her. She was shaking, the orgasm building and building. He gripped her hips, holding her tight, driving deep with every thrust. He found her mouth again, tongues wrestling.

She was completely losing it, wave after wave hitting her. Derek rode her, pushing her higher and higher, until she shattered. "Fuck me, fuck, oh fuck..." she gasped, body convulsing.

Derek came right after, a hard, shuddering release, filling her. He held her close, heart hammering, whispering filthy things in her ear. She grinned up at him, completely spent and happy.

"Drinks?" Derek asked, a little breathless. "Wanna check out the town's one and only sports bar?"

Sophie laughed, giddy and lightheaded, as they walked hand in hand through Bel Air.

She just knew she was where she was supposed to be.

Black, white – none of that shit mattered.

They entered the bar, and Sophie found the men inside were gazing at her, hungry looks on their faces. Derek knew it would happen and walked close behind her.

"Hey baby, how about a drink?" one of them asked.

"No, thank you."

"Come on, hotcakes. Can a gentleman treat a lady?" the guy insisted.

Sophie blushed. "Not interested," she said with a polite smile.

"Hey Derek," one man yelled. "Who's the lady wit ya?"

Derek gave him the stink eye.

"Why she so afraid to ask one of us for a favor?" one guy yelled. "She's new to town."

Sophie saw Derek's jaw twitch. "I can ask for myself, and no. I'm fine," she said, but all eyes were still glued to her.

"Please, let me handle it," said Derek.

"Why do they keep looking at me like I'm dessert? Don't they have wives at home to fuck?" Sophie asked.

"They can't help themselves. I'll make it clear you're off-limits," he whispered. Derek walked to the table of men. "Lads, this is Sophie," he announced. "She's my partner."

"I heard there was a new girl in town, thought you'd like a piece of this," one man said, winking at her.

"I think we should find a quiet corner. This is a bar, not a church," said Derek.

"Actually, if they're looking for a good time, maybe I should get things started right here," Sophie said as she removed her jacket. Her cleavage was on full display, and the men were mesmerized.

Derek turned to look at her, shock in his eyes. "You're really going to give them a show?" he asked.

"Just don't blame me if you're banned from the bar after tonight," Sophie replied.

Sophie moved forward, hips swaying. She took off her top, then her bra. Her large breasts bounced free, and the men roared. She loved being the center of attention.

"Oh, my God!" Derek sighed, grabbing Sophie's arm. He looked concerned as he led her to the door.

"There's more to come," she said.

"You're asking for trouble."

"At least a girl has her price," laughed Sophie.

Meanwhile, the guys pleaded for more. "Please don't leave us yet. Come on, love!" one guy screamed.

Sophie ignored them. Derek had seen enough. And it wasn't right, but what the heck.

"I thought we came for a drink, Derek?"

"I think we could all use a cold shower. Even if that doesn't help." Derek responded, pointing down at his hard-on. "Let's go outside."

"What was that stunt you pulled in there?" Derek continued when they got outside.

"I could tell what you men were really looking for. I know your type. I'm a girl."

"Well, can't fault you there. It was a good show. I can't imagine going into a bar around here and having that done by any female."

Sophie laughed. Derek cupped her ass and whispered, "Let's go to my place and finish what you started."

They hit Derek's place hard. Before the door even shut, they were tearing clothes off each other. They tumbled to the floor in the hall. Sophie locked her legs around Derek's waist, her pussy grinding away. She felt his dick head rubbing against her wet pussy lips.

He yanked her panties off, fingers finding her clit, teasing it. "Is this what you wanted when you saw those dudes checking you out?" Derek groaned.

"I wanted this before them," Sophie purred. "Your cock's been on my mind since day one."

He slid a finger inside her, Sophie's back arched. She moaned as he worked her. "Oh fuck, Derek!"

He kissed her hard. She felt another finger slide in. He was slow but steady, building the pressure. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" Sophie moaned, her hips bucking against his hand.

She pushed him away, sitting up, breasts heaving.

"You're gonna make me cum all over this floor, Derek," she said.

"Your pussy is just so sweet and tight," he grinned.

"Keep talking dirty! Oh, oh, oh..."

He dove down, licking her clit.

"Ohhhh, shit, Derek!" Sophie moaned. "Don't stop, don't stop, oh fuck!"

Her legs trembled, clamping around his head as he ate her out.

She grabbed his hair, pulling him up.

"I'm gonna cum fifty times if you keep that up," she moaned.

Derek grinned, licking her juices off his lips. "I can't wait," he said, voice rough.

"Now, it's time for the real thing!"

Derek spread her legs and slid his cock inside. She cried out, eyes rolling back. "Oh fuck, fuck me," Sophie moaned.

"You're such a dirty little slut. You can't get enough of my big cock, can you?" he grinned.

"More, more, more," Sophie moaned, grinding against him.

"That's right, baby. You're gonna take it all," Derek said, slamming into her.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Sophie cried.

"That's it, baby. Come all over my big cock," Derek rasped.

"Ohhhhhh," Sophie moaned, her pussy clenching, legs wrapped tight.

Derek pounded her 'til she was about to explode. He flipped her over, spreading her knees, shoving his cock in from behind.

"Oohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh," Sophie moaned, eyes wide with lust.

"I'm gonna make you mine," he said, voice low.

He thrust harder, faster, his hips slapping her ass.

"I'm gonna come again, Derek, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh," Sophie moaned, toes curling.

"I'm gonna fill your pussy up tonight," Derek groaned, ragged.

"Yes, yes, yes," Sophie moaned, shuddering.

Derek slammed into her one last time, she screamed his name as her pussy spasmed. She felt his cock swell even bigger, about to blow.

"Yes, yes, yes, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh," she panted, feeling his hot cum flood her.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" Derek grunted, pumping hard, cock throbbing inside. She felt his cum leak out, but didn't care. She was lost in the pleasure.

He slipped out, she collapsed, spent.

Derek stood, stretched, cock glistening. "That was amazing, baby," he grinned.

Sophie smiled, still catching her breath. "I think we both needed that," she said.

"Damn straight," Derek said.

The next day at work, Sophie was lost in thoughts about last night's fuckfest.