20. Delaney
DELANEY
I’m still reeling from the orgasm.
From Samson’s words. His actions. The way he took control and made me helpless against his touch. Against his mouth. Against his cock.
I want more of him. All of him, apparently, because I invited him up to my apartment—my home—and now he’s carrying me like I weigh nothing.
My heart races even faster than it did during our rough sex against the wall. He throws me down on the bed and makes quick work of my boots and my jeans and thong, which are already around my ankles.
He leans down to kiss me again—hard and demanding like always. I open my mouth for him, invite him in with a groan that matches his. I slide my hands over his chest, which is still covered with the black shirt.
Damn!
I’m naked and vulnerable, and he’s still clothed except for his cock still hanging out—still hard as fucking marble—of his unzipped jeans.
He breaks away from the kiss, trailing his lips down my jawline until he reaches the hollow of my neck where he sucks, nipping at my skin every so often with sharp teeth that I know are leaving marks.
And I don’t fucking care. I really don’t.
He moves downward to my breasts, where he cups them again, not gently, and twists one nipple.
The pleasure tingles through me, landing between my legs.
“You want my mouth here?” he asks.
All I can do is close my eyes and nod.
He closes his lips around a nipple and sucks. He’s not gentle. Nothing about Samson Vexley is gentle. Already I know he’s never been gentle. He shouldn’t be. It would be completely out of character. I bet his dominance is coded somewhere in his DNA.
With his other hand, he twists and tortures my other nipple. I buck and arch beneath him, reaching, reaching, reaching…
And when he releases the nipple from his grasp, glides his hand lower, lower, lower…
And shoves two fingers inside me—
I shatter again.
“You like that, little beauty?” he rasps against my breast. “You like me fucking you?”
“Yes,” I breathe out on a sigh.
“I’m going to eat that pussy. I’m going to suck everything out of you.” He releases my nipple and moves down, spreading my legs.
At first he just stares at me, at my pussy that I know must be swollen and glistening.
“Fuck,” he says as he sucks on my clit piercing. “This is so hot.”
I had my clitoral hood pierced back in college after a night of drinking with my sorority sisters. Hurt like hell, but once it healed… Damn, the tugging. It’s an orgasm magnet.
He tongues it, pulls on it, wraps his lips around it.
Then he slides his tongue through my folds, making a slurping sound. “Fuck, you taste good.”
He wasn’t kidding. He’s eating me. Devouring me as if I’m a feast and he’s been starving. I tower over the cliff once more, feeling more than hearing words from Samson’s mouth as he licks, sucks, tugs…
Delaney…
Weakness…
Delicious…
So wet…
Little beauty…
Little bitch…
Mine…
I can’t talk. Can hardly breathe. I don’t need words to tell him how much I want him.
My body is screaming it out loud enough for both of us as I arch beneath him with every touch, every movement, every sensation spiking higher than before until all at once there’s nothing left but a climax so intense it rocks through me like a lightning strike.
He pulls away and raises his head. His eyes are an amber so penetrating that I’m almost sure they could catch fire.
“Not a weakness,” he grits out, before he climbs back up and shoves his hard cock back into me.