Chapter Four—Sonny
Iknew I shouldn’t be doing what I was doing, but once I touched her, I couldn’t stop.
Seriously. I. Could. Not. Stop.
Delani Whitman was positively addicting. All my dreams come true, wrapped up in one deliciously perfect package.
Any thought she might object disappeared when I felt her arms wrap around my neck and her soft, curvy body press against me.
Fuck yes.
All those furtive, stolen glances these past few months boiled down to one thing—I wanted her.
The fact of her boyfriend was the only thing keeping me away. But now that I knew he was out of the picture, I had no reason to stay on my side of the alley. No reason at all not to touch her soft, sexy as sin body.
Fuuckk.
She tasted so good. Even better than I imagined. Yeah, the place was full of rich, decadent chocolate—a true weakness of mine—but really, she was so much better than any of that.
And I was hooked.
I crushed her lips beneath mine, sucking on the pillow soft flesh before plundering her mouth with my tongue like some treasure-seeking pirate.
My pulse raced and my heart pounded so loudly I thought I might go deaf. Then there was my cock.
The fucking thing had a mind of its own, and left to its own devices, I wondered if it would figure out a way to punch through the denim covering it.
I couldn’t hear anything but a resounding roar inside my brain built of desire for this perfect creature. That and the sounds of our rough breathing, and the slide of our clothes as we rubbed against each other.
I swallowed her groan, pulling her body into direct contact with mine as I walked her backward. Once I had her back pressed against the wall, my left hand acting as a pillow for her precious head, I was free to allow my right one to roam all over her beautiful curves.
All I could think about was how much I wanted her.
My brain was in neanderthal mode, and I could hardly think in coherent sentences. This woman had been on my mind for weeks now. She was all I could see, hear, and think about.
Kiss her. Touch her. Taste her. Fuck her.
How many nights had I dreamed about sinking into her hot, sexy body? How many times had my mind wandered over to the ways I could make her scream my name?
My dick throbbed, and I ground my pelvis into the hot apex of her thick thighs. I lifted her leg, holding it high in my greedy hand.
Seriously, the amount of headspace she’d claimed was already way beyond what I’d experienced in my thirty-seven years.
I had enjoyed the fuck out of my bachelorhood. Sexual encounters were not new to me. But nothing compared to having this sweet, curvy goddess in my arms.
“Wait,” she said, and I slowed my sensual assault.
“Don’t wanna wait, Del. I just want you.”
Her eyes dilated at my husky whisper, and heat sizzled between us.
Was it possible she felt it, too?
That unmistakable pull between the two of us? I didn’t believe in magic or fate, but fuck, this woman tempted me like no other.
“Yes, Sonny. I want you, too. Have for a while now,” she confessed—and at that exact moment, the whole entire world stopped moving.
Did I ask that out loud?
I must have. And her reply was everything I could have ever hoped for.
Her eyes were glazed with lust, and I lost myself in them for a long, drawn out moment until I processed what she’d said.
Somehow, some why this gorgeous woman wanted me, too. And I was more than ready to take our polite neighborly acquaintanceship to a whole new level.
Fuck yes.
With a barely contained growl, I recaptured her lips, reaching beneath her apron to pull down her pants.
Her hands were on the buttons to my shirt and my pants. I groaned as she ran her short nails down my chest and stomach to dip inside my jeans.
Her hand wasn’t big enough to fully circle my cock, but she had a good grip, and fuck me, I went cross-eyed when she offered a long, tight stroke.
“Not yet, baby. First, I get to play,” I growled, dropping to my knees in front of her.
Delani went to untie her apron, but I grabbed her hand. I’d been wanting to fuck her while she wore nothing but that bolt of red tied to her body for weeks now.
“The apron stays, but you can get rid of your shirt and bra,” I commanded, watching carefully as her eyes dilated with pleasure at my terse instruction.
Good girl.
She wasn’t going to fight me on this. Thank fucking god.
I wasn’t usually a control freak, but here, with her, I needed to be in command.
Otherwise, this would all be over far too soon.
My cock throbbed, precum leaking from my slit, just knowing she liked it when I told her what to do.
I wondered if she would take instructions during sex. Fuck. I hoped so.
I couldn’t wait to praise her with plenty of Good Girls and pats on her perfectly round ass.
If she was really good, I’d lick her pretty pussy until she begged for my cock.
As a matter of fact, why not start there?
“Lift your thigh onto my shoulder. Lemme see that pretty pink pussy,” I told her.
“Like this,” she whispered, her breathy moan more stimulating than I could ever imagine.
“Good Girl,” I growled, pressing kisses to the soft skin of her inner thigh.
Her hair was closely cropped over her pink slit, and I was relieved she wasn’t shaved naked.
I liked my women neat and tidy, but I also liked knowing they were women.
But one thing I had to admit was no other woman I’d ever been with compared to Delani or the feelings she was conjuring deep inside me.
She could wax herself bald, and I wouldn’t give a fuck. As long as she let me have her, she could do anything she wanted.
And I wanted her so fucking bad.
Not just for sex. I mean, yeah, I wanted that. But I wanted more. I needed more. I had to own her. To possess her. To make her mine.
And that was just downright crazy. Hell, I’d hardly ever spoken more than a few words to her, exchanging pleasantries.
But I felt like I’d known her forever.
I sure heard plenty standing in that alley between her store and my bar. That space was a place for me to sort my thoughts. I’d used it ever since I’d leased the property with an option to buy.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, the walls of these buildings weren’t soundproof, and I’d heard her plenty these past few weeks.
Her staff loved her. Customers asked for her by name. She was an excellent businesswoman, and both clients and employees were loyal to her.
Best of all was her throaty laugh.
Fuck, I loved hearing her laugh.
She didn’t do it often enough, but maybe I could change that. Now that jerk ex of hers was out of her life, I was damn well going to try.
The tasting party and me asking her to close her shop during it were just minor complications.
That was business, and this was pure pleasure.
“Sonny,” she moaned, and I grinned unrepentantly.
“Patience.”
I tsked, and she glared at me through hooded eyes.
I couldn’t help but chuckle. Fuck, she was so hot. I looked my fill, listening to the hitch in her breath as I used my fingers to part her hot folds.
She was dripping wet and glistening for me and some primal instinct made me want to beat my chest, knowing I caused such a reaction in this female.
“Need to taste you,” I said, leaning forward to lap at her slit.
My cock grew even harder at the first swipe of her honey. More and more, I licked and sucked, swallowing every drop of her arousal and loving every minute of it.
She tasted so fucking good. Bucking her hips against my ministrations, I fucked her with my tongue and fingers.
“Oh, God, Sonny, I’m gonna come,” she groaned, and I stopped, keeping her teetering on the edge of ecstasy.
“Nooo,” she moaned, hips still flexing, but I stopped her movements.
“Not yet, baby. Not till I say so.”
I stood up and pushed down my jeans, fully erect and needy as fuck.
I grabbed her to me, my left hand finding her naked breast beneath the small apron bib. She writhed against my touch, seeking more pressure, but I wanted this to last.
Drawing her nipple between my finger I plucked and teased, taking her mouth with mine, and letting her taste herself on my lips as I did so.
Desire and heat spiked, and I knew this time neither of us was going to stop.
But I needed to be in her if we were going to finish together like I planned.
“Fuck, baby, you are so hot. Go in my pocket and grab a condom from the wallet,” I told her.
Loving the view as she bent down and rifled through my things, I counted the seconds until she popped back up with a tiny foil packet in record time.
Delani dropped to her knees, taking the condom out. She paused, her eyes big as she looked at my dick, and I could almost feel her wanting to taste it.
“Later, Baby. Put the condom on my dick,” I told her, expecting naughty Del to obey.
And she did. Thank fuck.
“Now turn around and face the wall. That’s it, Good Girl. Palms flat, stick that ass out for me. S’fucking gorgeous.”
I grabbed a handful of her beautiful globes, squeezing them as she lowered her hands and head, bending over more and giving me a perfect view of her sweet, glistening pussy.
Her apron strings made a little red bow over her sweet ass, and fuck, if this wasn’t even better than I’d dreamed.
I took my condom covered cock in hand and rubbed it all over her slick folds. She was so hot, and so aroused, moisture dripped down her thighs.
“Fuck, Baby, look how wet you are for me. Gonna fill you with my cock now,” I grunted, holding her in place with one hand on her hip and the other on the back of her neck.
I notched myself at her entrance, pressing in one inch, then withdrawing. Next push, I gave her another inch before I pulled back. Then I did it again. And again.
“Please, Sonny,” she begged, and that was when I let her have all of it.
With a single thrust, I filled her with my cock, inches blurring. I groaned as her hot, tight channel squeezed me so fucking good.
I didn’t know how long I was going to last, but I knew I was going to enjoy this. And so was she.
Fuck yes, she was.
The sounds of our bodies slapping filled the space, and I groaned as her sex squeezed me even tighter. The woman was a fucking goddess, taking my dick so good.
And I told her so.
“Fuck, Baby. You should see how good your pussy looks, taking my cock. So tight. So wet.”
“Oh God,” she whimpered, panting now as I switched angles, spreading her thighs wider and filling her even more deeply.
“You feel so fucking good. Your pussy was made for me. Fuck, you are soaked, Baby. Yeah, fuck. That’s it. Take it.”
“Sonny, I’m gonna come. Please, lemme come,” she begged.
“Soon. Gonna let you come real soon. Squeeze me tighter with that hot little pussy, Baby. That’s it. This is my pussy now. Tell me. Say it,” I commanded.
I never got like that with women. Not ever. But for some reason, I needed Delani to tell me what I wanted to hear. I needed her to admit I owned her sweet sex.
“It’s yours. Your pussy, Sonny. Please,” she groaned, her head back as I quickened my pace.
I could feel her getting close and my balls reared up in response.
“Now, Del. Come for me. Suck the cum from my balls, Baby. Come. Right. Now.” I punctuated each of those last two words with hard thrusts, pinching her clit between two of my fingers.
Her pussy rippled around my cock, and Delani screamed my name.
“Sonny!”
It was the sweetest fucking sound I ever heard. I pumped into her faster, harder, damn near blacking out at the intense pleasure ripping through my veins.
My forehead pressed against her neck as I held her tight to me, ringing out every ripple of pleasure that I could from us both.
This felt good.
This felt right.
Fucking perfect.
So, of course, I went and fucked it up.