Vicious Secret: A Dark College Romance

Chapter 51

Istare down at Delilah, knowing I’ll never see anything as beautiful as her wet and ready to take my cock. Fingering that fucking tight cunt of hers nearly pushed me over the edge, into a realm of madness that can only be relieved by fucking her until I pass out.

She might be the one who’s chained, but I’m a slave to her.

My cock is so hard that one touch from her could be it. I can’t allow her to ruin this for me, not when I’ve waited so long for this moment. If she hadn’t sucked my dick earlier, I might not be able to hold back. Even now, if I don’t get inside her soon, I’ll lose my fucking mind.

“Tell me what I want to hear,” I say.

She gazes up at me, her green eyes like grass, dewy with tears of frustration. Something I’m very familiar with. I’ve fucked my hand more than she’ll ever know.

“What?” she asks.

“Beg me to fuck you.” I briefly glance at the chains. “Those aren’t coming off until you do.”

She narrows her gaze in challenge, and I groan. My girl is feisty, and it only makes precum gather on the tip of my cock. It twitches, needing relief.

I’m quick to remove the rest of my clothing before straddling her once more. I stroke myself, watching her eyes follow my hand up and down. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this. You, spread for me, your pussy dripping.”

Her eyes widen when I lean forward and drag my cock along her slit and line it up with her pussy. Her wetness and my precum mix together, making me grit my teeth with satisfaction. She’s pushing me to my limits, so it’s time to return the favor.

I tease her, using the tip of my cock to draw circles on her clit. Delilah moans and shifts underneath me, trying to find relief, but there won’t be any. I need her to break so I can put her back together in a design of my choosing.

“Either fuck me or don’t,” she hisses.

I click my tongue at her. “That’s not begging.”

“I won’t.”

“You will. I’ve waited three fucking years for this. Do you think I won’t prolong it for another hour or two?”

She licks her lips. “What?”

“I haven’t fucked anyone since the night I met you, and nothing is going to stop me from hearing you choose me.”

“I have.”

“Then fucking say it.”

When she shakes her head, I stop gripping my dick to wrap my fingers around her throat. I squeeze until her lips part, the sound of her ragged breathing making my balls tighten.

“The next fucking word out of your mouth better be ‘please.’”

“Please,” she gasps.

I tilt my head. “What was that?”

She struggles in earnest, her skin changing color. “Please, Xavier.”

I release her neck to line up my cock with her cunt and drive it as deep as I can when she sucks in a breath. Her gasp fills my ears, but I’m still waiting for her scream. I’m not even halfway in.

Delilah is so fucking tight. Her pussy clenches around me, the walls of her cunt gripping me like a fist. It feels so fucking good, her heat and wetness enveloping my cock. It’s like heaven and hell all at once.

She’s going to fucking kill me.

I slide my hand around the nape of her neck to anchor her to me as I thrust my hips forward, claiming another inch of her pussy. And then another. She groans, the sound vibrating through her body and straight to my cock. It pulses, ready to fuck her raw.

But I won’t. Not yet. I want to savor every part of her.

I keep pressing deeper until I’m filling her, until she claws my back, drawing blood as I take her virginity, drawing hers. No one has ever been inside her, and no one else ever fucking will. The moment is so intense that I pause, wanting to commit every single detail to memory. But it doesn’t last long because my need to fuck her takes over.

I pull out almost completely before ramming back into her, forcing her body to accept me. My pace becomes rough and demanding, my grip bruising. I don’t stop, not when her nails rake down my back, over my tattooed feathers. I don’t stop when she whimpers into my shoulder right before her teeth sink into my flesh.

I want to claim her. And I am. Her body is mine.

“Look at me,” I say.

It takes a moment, but her eyes find mine, the green glittering like emeralds. The sight of her looking up at me, full of my cock with my cum on her back, makes me thrust harder, faster, deeper.

“You feel this?” I ask, slamming into her again, the chains rattling loudly. “This is real. This is what I’ve protected for three years, what I’ve waited for. What I’ll never fucking share.”

I punctuate the statement with another hard thrust, the force causing her body to slide up, her hair spilling over the edges of the altar. Delilah moans and lifts her hips, her eyes glazed with lust.

The sight is almost too much. My possessive nature and her acceptance of it is my undoing.

I grab the chain connected to the manacle and yank her toward me, the movement forcing me deeper inside her, tearing a cry from her lips. I can’t take my eyes off of her, the way she responds to me, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat.

Her moans increase in volume and frequency as her pussy gets wetter. I drive as deep as I can go, wanting this to last but knowing she needs relief. As long as it’s when I say, my girl always gets to come first.

I reach out and grab her throat. “I just need a little bit more.”

Her cunt squeezes me as if to give me what I want. Every minute spent inside Delilah is fucking perfection. She takes me so beautifully, even though she’s gasping for air.

“Come for me,” I say, releasing her throat.

My command is all she needs. Her pussy contracts, and her body jerks. She screams my name. The sound of it sets off my orgasm, and I fill her with my cum, the force of it making my vision blur.

When I blink, she comes into focus. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And she’s all mine.