23. Delancy #2
I kiss along her neck, and she hums at the feeling of my lips on her skin. She shuts the drawer and turns around in my arms.
“You really want to do this here?”
I take her plentiful ass in my hands and squeeze. “Yes,” I say and crush my mouth against hers.
I swing her around and sit her on the desk.
“Even when my father could walk in at any moment?” she asks as I slowly unbutton her jeans.
“You said he’s at the Harlem office tonight.”
“Yes, but—oh.”
Her words are cut off the moment I slide my fingers behind her panties and inside her wet cunt.
“What was that, Vixen?”
“Nothing, keep going.”
“You’re such a little slut, aren’t you? Begging for me to fuck you when anyone could walk in and catch us.”
“Yes, Delancy. I’m your slut. Fuck me on this desk.”
I pump my fingers in and out of her pussy, and she bites her lips to suppress a moan.
“Oh, no you don’t,” I say, tugging her lip from her teeth. “You want to put on a show? Do it. Don’t hold back. Your pleasure is mine . I want to hear all your noises. Let everyone hear how good my fingers feel inside you. Scream for me.”
My thumb brushes against her clit and she bucks, almost falling off the edge of the desk.
There’s my moan.
I adorn her neck with a hand collar and tighten my hold, making her whimper at the pressure.
My fingers thrust into her faster.
I bring her to the brink of orgasm, then stop, removing my fingers and releasing my grip on her neck. She whines at the loss.
“I’m going to eat you out now,” I say and lay her back on the desk. Papers fall to the floor and her head hangs over the edge.
“Play with your nipples while I taste the rainbow.”
“Ew. Don’t ever say that again.”
I snicker as I peel her jeans the rest of the way down her thick hips and thighs.
I’m impatient, so I rip her panties off, shredding the fabric. She finds a stapler to throw at my head, which I dodge.
“Unnecessary!”
I chuckle again and sit down in her father’s oversized chair, then roll close enough to the desk so I can bury my face in Noah’s pussy. Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I spread them apart so I can flatten my tongue and drag it over her opening.
“Yes, Del,” she groans.
I take her clit into my mouth and suck, then thrust my tongue inside her. Noah’s hands find my hair, and she tugs on the strands to bring my face closer.
My tongue pumps in and out of her until she’s panting and squeezing my head between her legs. I’m about to add my fingers when the door bursts open. For a second, I fear it’s her father, and I’m about to die. Instead, it’s his head of security.
“Oh,” Matthew says and turns to walk out. He pauses, glancing over his shoulder at us.
“Hey Matty,” Noah says with a sweet smile.
He grinds his teeth, breathing heavily. I’m not sure if he’s pissed, embarrassed, or turned on. Yet, he doesn’t leave. He stands there, the door still open, and his hand on the knob as he watches me finger Noah. He sees how I make her squirm on top of the desk.
“Are you going to watch or join?” Noah asks, and I gently bite down on her clit, making her scream.
“So jealous, Puppet,” she purrs. “Let him join us. I want him to fuck my mouth.”
My possessiveness over Noah rears its ugly head but the moment Noah’s cunt constricts around my fingers, I know how much she’s turned on by this idea.
“Are you going to run off and rat us out, Matthew?”
Matt scowls at me, his face transforming from indecision to frustration. Or maybe it’s anger. I don’t care.
“He wouldn’t do that, now would he?” Noah says, her voice straining from the pleasure I’m giving her. “Besides, we’re engaged. We can fuck all we want.”
But maybe not on her father’s desk, I silently add.
Matt runs his hands through his dirty blond hair. His cheeks flare red, but I notice his cock pressing against his jeans.
He’s enjoying this.
“Join,” he finally says and shuts the door. He leans against the wood, hands in front of his groin. Is he hiding how turned on he is? I should punish him for that.
“Are you waiting for orders?” I tease. “I know you’re Lenetti’s little bitch, but you can be mine too.”
I love the way my words make Matt’s nostrils flare. He hates me, that much I can tell.
He walks to the desk where Noah’s head hangs off the edge and reaches out a hand, ready to grab her by the hair.
“No touching her unless I say so,” I growl. He jerks his hand back and nods. So obedient. “That’s a good little bitch. Now, take off Noah’s shirt.”
She groans at my commands, and Matt eagerly strips off her top. His eyes widen as her large tits fall out. Of course, she’s not wearing a bra.
“Play with her nipples,” I demand, and he covers her breasts with his large hands.
He kneads them before taking her nipples between his fingers, pinching them hard enough that Noah arches her back off the desk.
She reaches for Matt’s belt buckle, and I slap her pussy, making her yelp. “I didn’t say you could suck his dick yet.”
“Please, Del, I need him in my mouth,” she whines. Matt sucks in a sharp breath and stiffens.
It's clear he’s never been in a threesome. Or maybe he has but not with another man, or at least one who’s dominant like me.
“Take your cock out, blondie, and rub the tip over Noah’s lips.”
While he gets to work unzipping his jeans, I pull down my sweatpants and run the tip of my cock up and down Noah’s pussy. I glance up at Matt and see him following my order, spreading his pre-cum over my girl’s swollen lips.
“Open up for him, sweetheart.” She does, likely about to bitch me out for calling her sweetheart. The moment her lips part, Matt pushes his cock inside.
“Take him as deep as you can,” I say and smirk. I want him to fuck her throat hard enough to make her gag and cry.
I thrust into Noah’s wet pussy at the same time Matt slides his length all the way in. He's gentle at first, then Noah clutches his hips, digging her nails into his skin. That urges him to fuck her mouth harder. She gags around him, spit starting to drip around his length and onto the floor.
Okay, that’s fucking hot. I set my jealousy aside and ream into my rainbow bright’s tight pussy, massaging her clit with my thumb. Her walls clamp around me, and I moan at how amazing this feels.
“Fuck,” Matt grounds out. “I’m not going to last long.”
Noah hollows her cheeks as she sucks Matt’s cock like the pretty little slut she is. The way her head is angled allows him to go deep and his balls slap violently against her nose.
“Smack her tits and pinch her nipples. She loves that,” I say, and Matt abides as he pounds into her face.
I match his movements, not holding back, and between the both of us, Noah’s orgasm breaks through. Her body tenses as pleasure washes over her. Matt groans and stills as he pours his cum down her throat.
Watching her swallow it down like the good girl she is has me coming too. I grunt as I splatter her walls until there’s nothing left.
Matt removes his cock from Noah’s mouth and sits down in a chair behind him, melting in satisfaction.
I pull out of Noah and walk around to the front of the desk where her head still hangs over the edge.
“Open. Lick it clean. I never want you to forget how fucking amazing you taste.”
Noah greedily laps up her release coating my cock, sucking hard enough to make it twitch, ready for round two. Before that can happen, I tuck myself back into my sweats. Then I grab my knife from the desk.
I stab Matt in the thigh.
He screams bloody murder and clamps his hands around his leg. “What the fuck, you asshole?”
Noah shoves me from behind and I stumble, catching myself before my head rams into the door.
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
I stand up straight and shrug. “I told you, you’re mine. I don’t like people touching what’s mine.”
The next thing I remember is Noah’s fist coming towards my nose and the room fading into darkness.
Yep. She punched me.