Chapter 16 #2
I dive in again, pushing my tongue into her tight opening, fucking her wetly.
All it takes is a minute of that and two fingers on her clit before she’s coming, shuddering and moaning as a fresh wave of her sweet cream flows over my tongue.
I drink it down greedily, licking every inch of her until she starts to shake all over again, her cries turning to nonsensical babbling.
I free my cock, waiting until she’s loose and relaxed from her second orgasm before rising to my feet and kicking away my pants.
Though I said I wanted her bent over, I need to see her when I do this, have to remember the look on her face as I fill her for the first time.
I know I’m a large man, too big for her to take comfortably, but we’re both too far gone to hold back.
Delta squeals in surprise as my hands bite into her waist, flipping her over and dragging her ass to the edge of the bed.
“Such a needy girl,” I grunt, hitching her knees over my arms so she’s spread wide and open for me, defenseless against what’s coming.
“Do you need to get fucked, baby? You’re dripping for me.
” Even the insides of her thighs are shining, and I grip my cock, drawing it through the mess she’s made.
Both of us shudder as my tip settles against her opening.
Delta’s chest rises and falls rapidly. A beautiful flush is spread over her cheeks from the force of her orgasms, and I can’t resist bending forward to kiss her again. My bare chest brushes over hers, and even after everything we’ve already done, the sensation is enough to make both of us moan.
I do it before she can tense up. Tilting my hips forward, I drive down, sinking into her in a single thrust that tears a yelp from her lips and a rough groan of pleasure from mine.
She feels incredible, her tight cunt gripping every inch of me as her nails bite painfully into my shoulders, holding on for dear life as I push her legs open a little further. I can’t get deeper. She’s taken all of me, and yet it’s somehow not enough.
I need to move .
Delta’s eyes are still wide with shock, her lips pursed into an ‘o’ as I pull back. Dragging my length from her wet warmth and, watching carefully for signs she doesn’t like this, drive forward hard enough to make her tits bounce from the force of it.
I should wait, let her adjust, but the sight of her little hole stretched around the base of my shaft is enough to obliterate my last functioning brain cells.
My dirty girl wasn’t lying when she said she wanted it like this.
She’s wetter already, and as I thrust into her again, harder than before, Delta throws her head back and moans.
She’s perfect. I want to ruin her.
I let loose. Planting my hands beside her on the mattress, I hunch forward, fucking her so hard that my thighs strain from the effort of it and sweat beads on my chest. My low noises of pleasure are lost in the crude sound of our bodies slapping together and Delta’s loud cries.
It’s rough and primal. I’m making her mine, and she loves it.
“Going to do this to your ass someday. Would you like that?” I growl, reaching back and spanking her hard enough to leave a mark.
“Such an eager little slut, barely had your first cock and you already want it in all your holes.” My crude words make her quake beneath me, and I bring my hand down on her ass again, the walls of her cunt fluttering over my shaft.
Her lips part, “I’m so close, oh god?—”
My head bows forward to suck one pert nipple between my teeth, and Delta comes with a loud cry.
Wetness floods over my cock as her inner walls clutch greedily at my cock.
I have to pause, gritting my teeth and panting, so she doesn’t drag me over the edge too.
I’m nowhere near ready for this to be over.
We could keep going all night and it wouldn’t be enough .
Not pulling out, I drag her into my arms, hauling us both upright.
Walking with my dick inside her is easier said than done, and I have to pause a few times to fuck her against the dresser, then the wall beside the bedroom door as I try to get the handle open without both of us ending up on the floor.
Delta is completely unhelpful, grinding and writhing in my arms, giggling as I struggle. “Where are we going?” she asks breathlessly, raking her nails over my back as we make it onto the landing.
If someone were looking through the window, they’d see us clearly on the brightly lit second floor. Me, a grown man of almost forty, walking through the house with my gorgeous, barely twenty-one-year-old girlfriend wrapped around me, impaled on my cock.
It’s a mind fuck, trying to separate the woman I love from the dirty little slut I want to ruin, but the knowledge she likes to be both sends a dark thrill through me.
I pause, pressing her against the wall beside her bedroom door to fuck her for a minute, hard enough to make her gasp, nails digging into my back. “Where’s that vibrator you were talking about, baby?” I ask gruffly, fumbling for the handle behind her.
She exhales shakily, and I smirk at how her cheeks glow at the mention of it. As if I’m not currently balls deep inside her, seeing parts of her no one ever has before.
“Um, my dresser. Top drawer. On the right.”
I hit the switch beside the door and stride inside, setting her down atop the long dresser across from her bed.
I’m temporarily distracted from my mission when Delta starts to roll her hips.
“I’m going to have my hands full with you,” I growl, enjoying the hell out of watching her desperate little attempt to fuck herself on my cock .
I let her have her fun, pulling open the drawer in question.
My face splits into a broad grin when I see what she’s been hiding in it.
Such a dirty girl. Beside a jumble of technicolor panties and bras, is a small plastic bin filled with at least six different vibrators.
“Don’t judge.” She giggles, still rocking against me.
“You made me wait years for this, Doctor Harrison .”
Her calling me that when I’m inside her is just a little messed up, and I think I love it.
“You obviously found other ways to occupy yourself,” I smirk, selecting one and pressing the button to turn it on.
A quiet buzzing fills the room and Delta whimpers as I bring it between us, settling the device directly over her clit.
“Hold it there,” I order, wrapping an arm around her waist and bracing the other on the wall behind her.
I could do this for hours, play with her, tease her until she cries, but the impulse to claim is still burning in my veins.For months, this woman has been relentlessly whittling away at every last scrap of restraint I possess, reducing me to little more than a grunting, snarling caveman.
Now, she’s going to pay for it.
The vibrations are strong enough to travel through her body into mine, and we groan in unison as I thrust into her roughly, making the dresser bang noisily against the wall.
“Oh fuck , Brooks!” Delta’s head falls back, clinging to me with one hand as the other presses the vibrator to her greedy clit.
“Does that hurt?” I grunt, doing it again. Her pussy is already pink and swollen, and I stare between us, hypnotized by the sight of her opening stretched around my too-thick cock. I’m too far gone to slow this down, and as I find a fierce rhythm, she clings to me, her lips parting in a silent cry.
Her body is confused by the sensations, pain on the inside, pleasure on the outside, and a fresh wave of her arousal coats my dick as I adjust the angle of my thrusts, the head of my cock pummeling her g-spot. “Is it too big for you, baby?”
She nods, almost sobbing as tremors wrack her body. “It’s too big, it hurts Brooks?—”
I go harder, my orgasm coming on so fast it’s dizzying, and when Delta’s walls clamp down on my cock, she comes so hard I bite my tongue until I taste blood to keep myself from spilling inside her.
I fuck her through it. Every muscle in my body is strained, and when she slumps against me, sticky and panting, I finally allow myself to follow.
Pulling out, I come with a guttural groan, pleasure burning through me as I coat her pussy in long stripes of my cum.
“Fuck.” My head drops to her shoulder, both of us panting. “Are you okay?”
Delta nods against me, and she fumbles with the vibrator until the buzzing sound dies away.
Her hands find my face a moment later, and, knowing what she wants, I lift my head to find her lips with mine.
What we just did was, without a doubt, the absolute best sex of my life, but the intimacy of this is just as intense.
“Love you,” she mumbles sleepily, curling into my chest when we break apart. “Best birthday ever.”
Chuckling, I lift her into my arms, bridal style, and carry her back across the landing to my bedroom. She waits patiently while I fetch a warm cloth from the bathroom and wipe away the cum on her skin, making sure to kiss every red mark I left on her body.
“Move your stuff in here tomorrow,” I tell her as I pull down the covers for her to get in, and Delta’s answering laugh is soft .
“Moving in together? Already?” She’s happy, though, looking around at the bedroom like she’s deciding the best place to store her vibrator collection.
I pause in the act of gathering up our discarded clothing from the floor. “Yes. Already. Will that be a problem?”
Delta settles back in the pillows, beaming at me. “Nope.”
“Good.” I toss the clothes onto the chair in the corner and lean over to kiss her quickly. “Wait here a minute. I have one more way to make this birthday great.”
She does as she’s told, and I walk downstairs completely naked. When I re-enter the bedroom, I’m holding the brown paper bag containing our bacon cheeseburgers and fries in front of my dick. Delta’s absolute delight is contagious and I find myself laughing too as I get into bed beside her.
I wasn’t even aware I had a carefree, ridiculous side until this woman came into my life.
“You’re the perfect man,” she moans rapturously a few minutes later when I feed her the last lukewarm fry from the bottom of the bag.
I snort, crumbling up the wrappers and lobbing them toward the waste bin in the corner.
I miss, and normally the trash on the floor would irritate me until I got my ass up to correct it, but as Delta curls one bare leg over mine and settles her head against my chest, there’s not a single part of me that wants to move.
“I have some ex-girlfriends out there who would beg to differ.”
Her eyes had just closed, but at my words, one cracks open to glare at me. “Nope. You definitely don’t.”
“Right. My mistake. No ex-girlfriends at all.” I yawn, pulling her closer. “I’m old. I get confused sometimes. ”
Her body shakes with silent laughter and I close my eyes, my heart so full it could burst.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve felt like I was an outsider in my own life, an awkward, lingering shadow in my family and friend’s happy moments.
It’s all I’ve known, but as I fall asleep, Delta’s soft breath ghosting over my chest and our naked bodies tangled beneath the covers, it occurs to me that I don’t feel alone anymore.