Chapter 36 #2
“Hell yea. I thought I couldn’t have you but there was no way I was going to let any other asshole get near you. You forget I was a teenage boy too, and I knew the depraved shit going on in my own head. Anyone else fantasizing about you the way I did made me murderous,” he admits.
“Why do I find that so attractive? I had my own bodyguard and didn’t even know. I should be alarmed by how many people you’ve hurt on my behalf, but instead I wish the waiter would bring our check so I can thank you properly, at home,” I say, twirling my tongue around my straw with a wink.
“WAITER!” Connor hollers, standing so fast his chair crashes backwards.
I can’t stop laughing. He’s the perfect man, and he’s mine.
The next few minutes pass in a whirlwind. Our bill is paid, he practically tosses me into his truck, and we make it home in record time.
Rounding the front of the truck, Connor opens my door and unbuckles my seat belt. He scoops me up like a bride, kicking my door shut behind us. We laugh and make out through the parking lot and up the stairs.
He sets me down long enough to dig his keys out of his pocket and unlock the door, but then I’m back in his arms, and he’s booting the door open, carrying me over the threshold.
I. Am. Swooning.
Connor locks the door and as we pass the kitchen, plucks a yellow carnation from the bouquet. I kiss, suck, and bite his neck, driving him crazy. He carries me to our bedroom and gently sets me on the bed.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, doll. I’ve wanted to take you out on a date since middle school but as soon as you opened the door tonight, I wanted to say screw the date and take you to bed instead.
” He gets on his knees and deftly removes my cowboy boots and socks, pressing his strong thumbs into the balls of my feet.
I fall back with a groan of relief. He sets my feet down and I prop myself up on my elbows to watch my favorite show—Connor undressing.
My eyelids fall heavy and mouth parts as he takes off his cowboy boots and unbuckles his belt. His attention is fixed on me, the power heady. He unbuttons his shirt and takes it off, reaches one arm behind his neck and pulls his undershirt over his head in a pornographic display.
“Like what you see, baby?” he taunts.
“You’re so sexy, Connor, and I get to touch you whenever I want.” His eyes flash with satisfaction.
“I hope you do. I want your hands on me constantly.” He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer briefs, pulling his underwear and pants down at the same time.
He stands gloriously naked like a tattooed, golden, chiseled statue.
Needing his body on me, I sit up to strip out of my dress.
“No,” Connor barks.
“I want to feel your skin on me,” I breathe.
“I undress you.” Holy shit that’s so hot.
“Stand up.” I pop to my feet eagerly, not trying to hide my submissive nature.
“Good girl,” he purrs and my sex weeps in response.
The carnation he plucked from my bouquet twirls by the stem between his deft fingers.
Connor circles me like prey, dusting the flower up one arm and down the other.
Silken petals drag up my exposed neck, down my throat, across my collar bones and tease my cleavage.
I squirm under his attention and the tickling sensation.
“Open your mouth.” I do so immediately, and Connor places the stem horizontally between my parted teeth.
“Close,” he growls.
With his hands free, Connor peels the straps of my dress down my shoulders painfully slowly, stretching the fabric to its limits. My bra grips the neckline of the dress, and he tugs it down roughly with one finger between my breasts.
The motion makes his heavy cock bob between us flooding my mouth with saliva.
The slip dress pools at my feet, leaving me in barely-there lingerie. Connor steps back to admire his handiwork. He scratches his bearded jaw, licking his lips like he’s starving.
Taking the carnation from my mouth, Connor dusts it across the swell of my breasts and down my stomach, making my muscles dance away from the sensation.
“This wasn’t in the drawers I packed from the trailer.” Fire lights in his eyes.
“And why would you know that? Didn’t you just sweep all my clothes into boxes?”
Connor sucks his teeth, restraining himself and it’s intoxicating.
“No, dollface. I didn’t just sweep your clothes into boxes. I fingered every bra and thong in your drawer.” My eyes go wide, and my pulse quickens.
“I wrapped one of those slutty little lace thongs around my cock and fucked my hand in your childhood bedroom.” My gasp encourages his honesty.
“Did you ever wonder where your purple vibrator went?” I nod, transfixed.
“I found it in the nightstand where you kept your smutty books. All I could picture was you fucking that toy while some fictional man turned you on and I lost it. I wanted to be the only cock to give you pleasure.”
“You are. No other man’s ever made me feel like you do. My toys were okay…but I always fantasized it was you sliding in and out of me.”
A small groan slips between his lips, weakening his cocksure attitude. He fists his dick and strokes himself as I speak. It’s so erotic I might come without ever being touched.
“Who’d you buy the lingerie for, Delilah?” He crushes the carnation in his hand, dropping the dead flower at my feet.
“Who were you planning on fucking when you bought this cocktease bra and panties?”
“Honestly, no one. I wanted to feel desirable, even if no one wanted me.” He tries to argue but I hold up one finger stopping him.
“I didn’t know you wanted me, Connor. I bought these for myself. But you’ll be the only one to ever see them or take them off me.”
I step to the man I now call mine and scrape my nails down his solid chest, holding his molten gaze as I drop to my knees at his feet.
My nails dig into his muscular quads and his erection fills my vision. I’ve never understood when women say a dick is attractive, but Connor’s is immaculate.
Thicker than any vibrator, so long it’s intimately acquainted with my cervix, with throbbing veins trailing from the base to the flared head. The pronounced ridge between the shaft and head makes me want to lick around it like a ring pop.
“I want to make you feel good.” I circle my hand around his girth and stroke him root to tip gently. A full body shiver courses through him, and he jerks his head cracking his neck.
“You always do. You don’t have to do this.” He gulps, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
I squeeze his cock tighter, and he groans. “I want you in my mouth. Please, may I have your cock?” I ask, deviously innocent.
“Fuck yes. Suck my dick, baby. I’ve been dreaming about having your lips wrapped around me for fucking ever.” His hands hover in the air, unsure whether to hold my hair or tangle in his own.
I make the decision for him and lead his hand to my ponytail—he immediately wraps the long rope around his fist.
“I’ve never done this before,” I admit, licking my lips, still stroking him.
“We’ll go slow, only do what you’re comfortable with. I’ll love every second of having your mouth on me.”
I hold his base steady with my hand, my man vibrating with restraint. With unbroken eye contact, I flatten my tongue and lick the broad head of his cock like an ice cream cone.
The sexiest whimper escapes him and my pussy floods with satisfaction I made him lose control.
Unsure what to do, I lick every inch of his shaft making his legs tremble. Emboldened, I suck a deep breath in through my nose and take the head into my mouth and lower my mouth until I gag.
“FUCK!” Connor barks. The strangling sensation of my throat closing around his tip makes him feral. My scalp burns from how hard he’s pulling my ponytail, and I love it.
His pleasure encourages me, so I repeat the process. In. Gag. Out. In. Gag. Out. Tears run down my face, my makeup destroyed.
“I’m going to come, baby, tell me where you want me to come right fucking now before I blow,” he says, on the brink of ecstasy.
I won’t be able to swallow, so I release his cock with a pop and jerk him off until he explodes across my breasts.
With the little energy he has left, Connor drags me into the shower to clean us off, gently massaging soap across my body, careful not to get my hair wet.
He makes love to me until the early hours of morning and we spend the day together in bed, learning each other’s bodies better than we know our own.