Chapter 35
Without another word, but with some exaggerated grunting and giggling, I gather her into my arms and stand from the sofa. I carry her to our bedroom, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist. The denim of her shorts overstimulating my bare torso.
Night casts our room in darkness. I need to see her face, every expression when I take her for the first time—I fumble to flick on the bedside lamp. Climbing onto the bed on my knees, I carefully lower her to the pillows, her white hair fanned out like a halo—my fallen angel.
“Tell me what you like. I want to make you feel good,” I pant, struggling to hold back.
“I…don’t know. It’s never been good for me. I don’t know what I like,” she admits.
A dark, primal part of me revels in the fact no man has ever brought her pleasure—that I’m the only one who ever will.
The two dipshits who were lucky enough to be inside her have no clue what they lost. Not that I would’ve let them live if they tried to keep her.
“What do you like when you touch yourself?”
She blushes deeply and pinches her lips closed.
“You can tell me anything. I’ll do anything, be anything you want. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” I say.
She gulps and her doe eyes cut right through me.
“I have a folder on my phone with pictures of you.” She stops, waiting for my reaction.
I nod, encouraging her to continue, when my internal reaction is jumping up and down, high fiving myself like a douche.
“I was telling the truth. I get naked and lay on your side of the bed. I look at your pictures, especially the ones without a shirt”—her eyes devour my bare chest—“and I tuck your pillow between my legs, or straddle it, and use my vibrator to get off.”
Sticky pre-cum escapes my slit, envisioning what she’s telling me.
“What does your vibrator do that you like?” I ask.
“It goes inside me, and that part vibrates. And the piece on the outside vibrates against my clit. I need both to get off.”
“The piece inside vibrates against your G-spot?” I ask, holding on by a fucking thread.
“Maybe? I don’t know where that is.”
Oh, this is going to be so much fun, learning her body as she learns how to take her pleasure from me.
I shift from between her legs to stand beside the bed. I unbutton my jeans, giving my throbbing cock a reprieve.
“I want you to undress me,” Delilah says quietly. And fuck me if that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever heard—my girl owning what she wants.
“Good girl. I’ll do whatever you want, you only have to ask,” I praise, the flush returning to the apples of her cheeks.
I unbutton her shorts and tug them over her ass and down her long legs. Fuck me, she’s wearing a simple ice blue thong, the center darkened by arousal seeping through the fabric.
It’s irresistible, I can’t stop myself from licking her through her panties.
The action’s purely selfish, something I’ve fantasized about. I also need a second to get my shit together. I’m dizzy having everything I’ve ever wanted served to me on a silver platter.
“Connor!” she gasps, covering her face with her hands but I pull them away.
“Don’t hide from me. I want to see everything. I’m not missing a second of this.”
“Lift up.” I slip her crop top off, revealing her bare breasts. “Jesus, Delilah. You didn’t wear a bra today?”
“It was hot today,” she says shyly.
“Don’t be embarrassed, that’s so fucking hot. You walked around all day in front of the men at the ranch with your tits out?” Her smirk tells me what I need to know.
“Fuck. My good girl was naughty today,” I tease, possessiveness and arousal roaring inside me.
I knead her tits, the perfect handful, and revel in how heavy they are.
“If you only knew how bad I’ve wanted to see these tits”—kiss—“suck these nipples”—suck—“and watch them bounce while I make you scream.” Her breathy moans nearly undo me.
I shuck off my jeans, my dick barely contained by my boxer briefs.
“Shit, I don’t have a condom.” The biggest moment of my life and I’m unprepared.
“I haven’t been with anyone in years—but I’m not on birth control,” she says.
My cock throbs as an image of Delilah, round with my child, flashes before my eyes. Fuck. Why do I like that so much? I’ve never given much thought to having kids, but I’d have them with her, no question.
“I haven’t been with anyone in a long time, and I’m clean, I swear. I’d never put you in danger,” I promise.
“I know you wouldn’t.” Her trust in me means everything.
“I want to feel you inside me with nothing between us. But…can you pull out before you come?” she asks.
My girl wants me to take her bare. What did I do in a past life to deserve this woman?
“Of course, baby. Whatever makes you comfortable. Besides, I’ve been dreaming of painting you with my cum,” I say, palming my dick through my underwear for some relief.
“Then do it.”
That’s it. She wants my cum? She’s going to get it.
I slide her damp thong down her legs, delectable arousal stretching from her glistening cunt to the fabric. I shed my boxer briefs and climb onto the bed between her legs, my cock bobbing between us.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful.” I’m weak in the knees for this girl, and she’s offering herself to me.
She smiles sweetly at my compliment but won’t meet my eyes. She’s struggled with body image her whole life, and I don’t know how to make her believe me when I tell her she’s perfect. So, I show her with my body—something I only dreamed I’d be able to do.
I drink her in, and she squirms under my focused attention. Her skin impossibly soft beneath my calloused fingertips. I take my time exploring every part of her I can reach, worshiping her body with silent praise.
When I get to her scar, her hand is there in an instant, covering her biggest insecurity. She tenses—face pinched, head turned away from me.
“Look at me,” I demand softly. She immediately complies.
“Good girl. Now listen. You are perfect. Every inch of you. Now watch,” I command. I carefully run my tongue along her scar, kissing it, stroking it gently.
“Please, stop,” she whines.
I stop immediately and sit up.
“I’m sorry, it’s just a lot and—” she rushes out.
“Never apologize for telling me what you need. At any time, if you say stop, we stop. No questions asked, no apologies necessary, okay doll?” I say firmly.
She relaxes back into the pillows. I press her butterflied legs into the mattress and massage the crease in her hips—never touching her where she needs me, driving her wild.
Impatience gives her a burst of bravery and she circles her tiny hand around my cock, stroking me slowly.
A whimper escapes me. “Baby, you have no idea how long I’ve fantasized about you touching me.” Fuuuuuck. Nothing’s ever felt so good.
“It’s not going to fit,” Delilah whispers, my ego explodes at the compliment.
“We’ll make it fit,” I say, as I shuffle backwards and bury my face in her pussy.
I learn her body as I lick arousal from her skin and slide my tongue between her folds. She tastes like mine.
She moans the loudest when I circle the stiff tip of my tongue around her clit. And she pulls on my hair like it’s reins when I suck the bud into my mouth. Her pussy flutters and her legs box my ears when I spear my tongue inside her hole.
“I love how responsive you are for me,” I say into her cunt.
“Only for you. Only ever you,” she pants, and I double down on my efforts.
I focus my attention on her clit until she’s shaking and incoherently chanting my name. She said she can’t come unless she’s full and has clitoral stimulation.
I’m going to learn her body so well she’ll come from me sucking her tits, but until then, I’m happy to oblige.
I swipe two fingers through her dripping folds, gathering her slickness, and gently thrust into her cunt.
“Oh my god! Connor!” she shouts.
Delilah screaming my name is everything.
My fingers pump in and out, working her higher. I curl my fingers behind her pubic bone and press deeply into her G-spot as I suck her clit between my lips and abuse it with my tongue.
She comes silently, her body tensing, nearly levitating off the bed.
As I release her from my mouth, she sucks in a ragged gasp of air and untangles her fingers from my hair, my scalp stinging from how hard she was pulling.
I’ll go bald with a smile on my face if it means I can live between her legs.
“Such a good girl coming for me,” I praise.
I get to my knees and position myself between her boneless body, moving her around like a ragdoll. Relief hisses from me as I pump my cock. Rutting into the mattress while tongue fucking her was divine torture.
“You want this dick, baby? You want me deep inside this pretty little pussy? Once I’m inside you, there’s no going back. You were already mine, but once I claim you, you’re never getting away from me,” I say, surprised by the feral possession searing my veins.
“I want it. I want you. Please, Connor. I can’t wait anymore. Make love to me.”
The head of my cock breaches her tight hole, my whimper filling the space between us.
I push into her in one smooth thrust. She cries out, hands flying up to tangle in her hair.
“Fuuuuuck. Delilah, you feel so fucking good.”
She’s panting and writhing beneath me, full of my cock. I’m drunk from the overwhelming pleasure. It’s never been like this for me before.
“Oh my god, you’re huge. I’ve never been this full,” she moans.
“That’s fucking right, you were made for me, made to take this dick.” I pull out to the tip and push back in deep.
“I told you we’d made it fit. All it took was making your pussy cry for me, and your cunt was pulsing, begging me to fuck you.”
Though, as I say that, I know what we’re doing is so much more than fucking—it’s life-changing, soul-altering lovemaking.
I slide in and out of her tight wet heat, delirious from the pleasure she’s giving me.
“Take me harder. You won’t break me,” she moans.
“I don’t want to hurt you, you’re too precious to me. I want to do this right,” I say, struggling to hold back from pounding her into the mattress.