27. Delancy
Delancy
T his has Gio written all over it. We just can’t figure out why he would do any of this, especially blowing up the building where his daughter lives when he’s so protective of her.
It’s been nearly three weeks of snooping around his offices at the gun range.
We’ve yet to go through paperwork at his other office in Harlem because he’s there most of the time and we have no good reason to be there without him.
At least at the gun range, we can cover ourselves with target practice.
Noah’s injuries are all but healed, so we left Gio’s townhouse and returned to the Brooklyn loft.
For the past few weeks at the end of the day, we’d both crawl into bed, make out or fool around a little or cuddle until falling asleep.
It’s been nice having her next to me; in my arms, her soft body against mine, my face snuggled into her neck as I inhale her sweet smell.
“I got something for you,” Noah says, walking into the living room after her shower. She’s wearing a robe and has a towel on her head. In her hands is a box wrapped in black. “Go shower and I’ll give it to you after.”
Oh. This must be something sexual then. She wants me clean so she can get me sweaty and filthy again.
I don’t think twice and jump off the couch.
It takes me five minutes to scrub my skin with the body wash Noah loves so much, the one with woodsy and citrus undertones. I don’t wash my hair—no patience to do so—or shave because I know how much she loves the scratchy feel of my stubble along her thighs and cunt.
When I return to the living room, the lights are low, and she’s lit a dozen or so candles around the room. She stands in the middle wearing a hot pink lingerie set to match her hot pink hair.
Pink like the first time we met.
My cock jumps as I take in her body. Her large breasts are barely held in by the fabric of the corset.
Her dark nipples poke out because she’s turned on and excited about the gift she’s about to give me.
A row of her skin peeks above the band of her panties, showcasing the beautiful pattern of the stretch marks along her round stomach.
Her thick thighs are adorned by garter belts that hold up knee-high stockings.
The thong she’s wearing is sheer like the corset bra, doing nothing to hide her dark pussy hair. I want to bury my nose in the trimmed bush.
“I take it you like what you see,” Noah hums, her eyes dropping to my fully erect cock pushing against the loose fabric of my gray sweats.
I stalk toward her, and she raises a brow, not even intimidated.
“Noah, I don’t just like what I see… but I love everything about that body of yours. If it were up to me, I’d be fucking you in the morning, again after lunch and dinner, then once more before we go to sleep. If it were up to me, I’d fuck you hard enough that your pussy ached anytime you moved.”
“Jesus, Puppet,” Noah says, breathless.
Once I’m in front of her, I palm her neck and trace my thumb over her jaw.
“You are so beautiful,” I say and lean in to place a kiss on her plush pink lips.
She parts her mouth, and I slip my tongue inside and lap up her minty taste. My hands bury in her long, dyed hair, the strands soft as I fist them to tug her head back. I trail my kisses down her throat, making sure to nip and suck her skin and leave my marks.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, I pull her body against mine and lower my greedy hands down to her plentiful ass, squeezing hard enough to make her cry out.
My hard cock grinds into her soft stomach.
“Can you feel what you do to me? How desperately I need you right now?”
She groans when I grab her breast and tweak her nipple.
“My rainbow bright.”
She pushes at my chest, and I step back.
“You can’t just come in here and take charge when I have plans for you!”
“I can’t huh?”
“Yeah. I have a gift, remember?” She walks over to the side table where she set the box down and picks it up to hand to me.
She claps her hands and bounces on her feet with excitement.
I rip the wrapping paper to shreds, then tear the tape. Inside the box is another wrapped box.
“Really?”
“Gotta make you work for it,” she says with a wink.
I get through this second box to find a third.
“Noah,” I scold, and she giggles, her cheeks turning red.
The final box has cock-adorned wrapping paper, and I think I know what’s inside.
Sure enough, I find a strap-on staring back at me.
“Is this my gift or yours?” I muse.
“Yours, I promise.” She points at the image on the back. “Look, it has a clit massager for me!”
I sigh and shake my head but can’t help smiling.
This is definitely for her.
“Okay, go grab my lube.”
She squeals, claps her hands again, and skips down the hallway to the bedroom. She returns seconds later with my bottle of lube in her hands.
My cock is already leaking with how turned on I am thinking about Noah fucking my ass.
I’ve already taken the strap-on out of the box and set pillows down on the floor. Noah walks over to where I stand in the middle of the pile.
“Will you put it on me?”
I lean in and place a gentle kiss on her lips. “I’d be honored.”
I inspect the strap-on. It’s purple with buckles that click into place and the part that presses against Noah’s pussy is flat except for an extended piece that will vibrate and massage her clit.
Once it’s on her, she strokes her hand over the shaft. I hook my fingers behind the band of my sweats, too eager to have it inside me.
“Wait,” Noah says, stopping me. “I want to undress you. Can I?”
I love that she’s asking my permission. She never needs it, but I’ll take it anytime she offers.
“Of course.”
Her hands shake as she slides my shirt over my head.
Is she nervous?
“Have you pegged someone before?”
She bites her lip. “Yes, a few times, but pegging them was never important.”
“Pegging me is important?” I laugh as she peels off my gray sweatpants.
“You’re important. I want to explore the things that give you pleasure. I want our sex life to be fun and adventurous because that’s who we both are, right?”
I nod. Can’t argue with that.
She stares down at my chest and traces her fingers along the scars I’ve racked up over the years.
Then her nails drag down to my abs where she places her palms flat.
She leans in and kisses the same scars she just touched.
All of them. Then her kisses reach the two on my face left by my father’s abuse.
When she’s done worshiping the evidence of my physical trauma, she smiles at me. “Get on your knees.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
A hand crashes down on my ass and I groan. In my twenties, I tried being submissive, but it wasn’t my thing. I needed to be in control. Yet Noah being in control of me, spanking me just now, was intoxicating. I need more.
“Don’t call me ma’am. Call me...” I glance over my shoulder and see her tapping her lip while she thinks. “Call me Madam Rainbow.”
“Yes, Madam Rainbow.”
“Much better.”
I hear her pop the cap to the lube and seconds later, her slick fingertip teases the tight outer ring of my asshole. She presses the tip in, just an inch, and I inhale a sharp breath.
“Mhm... so tight for Madam Rainbow,” Noah purrs, and my cock leaks at the sound of her sultry voice.
She adds another finger and slides both in slowly, letting me stretch around them until she’s all the way down to the last knuckle.
I nearly come when she starts pumping.
Her other hand smooths up my spine and I moan, my balls tightening from overstimulation.
“Are you ready to take my cock, Puppet?”
“Yes, Madam Rainbow,” I groan.
“I’ll be easy on you since we didn’t do much prep. I need a word for when it’s too much.”
“I don’t need a word.”
She spanks me, hard enough that I’m sure it’ll leave a bruise tomorrow.
“A word, you brat.”
Oh, she’s going to pay for that. She’s the one who’s a brat.
“Kevin,” I say, hoping to piss her off. Instead, she giggles.
The lube top opens again, and she slicks the gel up and down the dildo.
“I want you to touch yourself when I enter you, do you understand?”
“Yes, Madam Rainbow,” I say.
The head of the silicone dick presses against my hole, and I fist my cock, like the good boy I am.
Noah enters me slowly. She slicks more lube on the shaft to help glide it in until it’s to the hilt.
I clench around the sizable toy and moan.
“You like feeling this full, Puppet?”
“Fuck yes,” I grunt.
She strikes my ass cheek again, and I buck away from the unexpected pain.
“Sorry, Madam Rainbow,” I say, and she rubs the burning spot, pleased with my correction.
“Are you ready, sweetheart?”
I smile at the nickname she hates but has turned on me.
“I’m ready, Madam Rainbow. Do your worst.”
I hear the soft buzz of the clit massager turn on and Noah gasps at the sensation. Then she pulls out of me and slams back in.
My hand squeezes my cock, and I fist myself to the rhythm of Noah pegging me. Her thighs slap against the back of mine as she picks up her pace. More cum leaks onto the blanket I spread out on the floor.
“I’m not going to last long, Noah,” I groan.
I get a lashing for calling her Noah, and my asshole clenches around the dildo as the pain mixes with pleasure.
“You don’t get to come unless I allow it,” she says, breathless.
She pistons into me, harder, and I fist my dick vigorously.
“Please, Madam Rainbow,” I beg.
She latches onto my hair, tugging my head back.
Oh, fuck, that feels good.
Her thighs slap against the back of mine, her cock grinding through my clinched asshole.
“Okay, Puppet, you can come. Can you do that for Madam Rainbow?”
When I don’t answer, I get another smack on the ass and that’s what breaks me. I scream out my orgasm and shoot jets of cum onto the pile of pillows below.
Noah stays seated inside me until I finish coming.
When she slides out, I flip her onto her back and frantically work to unbuckle and remove the strap on. Once that’s gone, I rip her pretty lingerie, and she tries to slap me for it. I pin her arms to the floor.
“I think my forearm landed in your cum,” she says, breathless.
I lift it up and sure enough, there’s a patch there. I move it to her mouth. “Lick it up, slut.”
She groans but does as I say, then I descend on her pussy, lapping my tongue up her slit to cover her clit. She arches her back when I suck and lash against the sensitive bundle of nerves. I slide two fingers into her soaked heat.
“You’re dripping, sweetheart,” I growl. “But here’s the problem. That strap-on couldn’t get you off, even with the clit massager.”
I thrust my fingers into her at the same rough pace she just fucked my ass.
“My tongue, my fingers, my cock will always be better than your toys, do you understand?”
“Mhm.”
I continue pumping my fingers in and out and suck her clit into my mouth again. It doesn’t take long for her to reach her release, and she’s shaking beneath me.
I crawl up her body, leaving kisses along the way; her stomach, her breasts, and take a nipple between my teeth. She gasps and my cock jolts at the sound.
It’s already ready for more.
When I start kissing along her neck and jaw, I line up my cock to her still wet pussy. I don’t give her any warning when I thrust in.
“Fuck, Del!” she screams.
I lift her leg and rest it on my shoulder, allowing me to fuck her deeper.
I watch her tits bounce as I drive into her. It's brutal, and I'm not holding back. She can handle it.
Reaching down, I massage her sensitive clit with my thumb.
“Ahh,” she pants, and her walls choke my cock in response.
“Give me another, Noah.”
She squeezes her breasts and pinches both her nipples while I continue to massage her clit. Her cheeks burn red with lust, and I drop her leg so I can wrap my hands around her throat while reaming into her pussy.
I’m choking her hard enough that she loses air quickly and just before she’s about to tap me to let go, her orgasm washes over her.
I release my grip on her neck, admiring the redness that will surely turn into bruises tomorrow, and pump into her gripping pussy a few more times before I’m coming again, splashing my remaining cum against her walls.
“Such a good girl,” I say and collapse beside her.
We lie there panting for a few minutes, then Noah turns on her side and traces her finger up and down my bare chest.
“You liked me pegging you?”
I nod.
“Would you let another woman peg you while you fucked me? Maybe that curvy redhead you had a date with that one day?”
“You’re insatiable, Vixen,” I laugh.
“What if Matthew fucked your ass while you fucked me?”
I jump up and start tickling her. She screams and giggles and curls her legs to try and kick me.
“I’m starting to think you like Matthew more than me,” I say, continuing my torture.
“Never!” She laughs and manages to slip away from me. I chase her around the apartment and when I catch her, I fuck her again.
And again and again.