Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Daphne
I take a moment to collect myself after the phone call. While Darrell talks privately to Totten out in the hallway, I glance down at my phone. I need to make sure Delly is okay.
Me
Do you need me?
Delly
No. Spend time with your man. I’m sorry I lost my cool.
Me
It’s understandable. He hurt you.
Delly
No, he didn’t.
She deflects, but I know he did. She really liked him, and he stood her up. She’s never felt that pain or embarrassment before.
“Want to tell me what’s going on with Hades and Delphi?” Darrell says as he walks back into the room.
He moves to the bar and looks at the selection before pouring himself a finger of alcohol.
“Not really. That’s between them.”
He throws back the shot and strides toward me. My panties instantly combust from the look in his eyes. The blue is so dark as he looks me up and down, taking in my outfit.
“Good. I don’t want to discuss them either.”
When he’s standing directly in front of me, he holds out a hand, and I don’t even think twice about it. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a man. Now that I know he wasn’t the one sending me those letters, I can completely give myself to him.
“I’m sorry,” I say, my voice breathy.
He grips my hip with one hand and places the other around the back of my neck, his thumb pushing my chin up until I meet his gaze.
“From now on, come to me if you have questions. We need to keep open lines of communication. I’m going to fuck up. I’m not perfect, and I need you to tell me without you running off.”
“Okay,” I say breathlessly as the air escapes my lungs.
I stand there, entranced by his eyes as his head slowly descends. I lick my lips, and his pupils flare before he takes my mouth in a soft kiss. I close my eyes, waiting for more. Darrell has never been this gentle with his kisses. I want him to lose control.
I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his head back down. He groans before he takes my lips in that dominant way he does. I open, and his tongue dances with mine, sliding along it before he retracts and then comes back at me again.
I moan and turn my head as his fingers flex along my body. His grip on my hip tightens, and his fingers at my neck dig in slightly, giving me a bite of pain.
The hand at my hip slides to my butt, and he lifts me up.
As soon as I wrap my legs around his waist, we’re in motion.
He pulls his lips away for only a moment to make sure we’re heading for the bedroom.
Then he’s back at my mouth, giving me everything and taking from me too.
I willingly give him whatever he wants of me.
I’d give him my soul and heart in this moment.
He pulls his head away again, and his eyes trace over my face in a caress. The hand at my neck moves to the side of my face.
“Get undressed, or I’ll rip the clothes from your body. I can’t be delicate with you. I’ve needed you for so long, then you tried to leave me.”
“Yes, Dare.”
I slide down his body, feeling his thick cock through his slacks. I pull my thin sweater off, then unbutton my jeans and slide them down my legs. He takes them from my hands and tosses them behind us. I’m standing in front of him in my pink floral bra and matching thong.
“Fuck, baby. You get more beautiful every time I see you.”
He reaches behind me and unhooks my bra. It falls down my arms, exposing my breasts. I turn and give him my back. He’s so close I brush along his body.
Bending over, I pull my panties down, and he grips my butt, squeezing both cheeks in his big hands. One hand leaves my hot skin before it returns with a crack. I want to yell at him, but instead I moan from the contact.
“That’s for trying to leave me today.”
He pulls his hand back and smacks me again, making me squirm. I can feel the moisture gathering between my thighs.
“Fuck. How am I going to punish you if you like this?”
I stand up and lean back into him. His hands grip my hips, and he lifts me and tosses me onto the bed. I start to roll over.
“Don’t move. I want to see my handprint on your sweet ass cheek while I get out of my clothes.”
I can’t stop myself from arching my back and putting my butt in the air for him to caress. When he slides a hand between my legs, he groans long and loud.
“You’re fucking soaked for me.”
“Yes, Dare. Only you,” I say as I look over my shoulder at him.
He’s shirtless and working on unfastening his belt.
His tattoos climb up his arms and across his upper chest. I see the one dedicated to his parents, and it makes my heart skip a beat.
He told me one day he’s going to put a tattoo to represent me on his body, right over his heart.
I should have known he was serious about me when he said that.
I’m so focused on his chest and upper body I don’t realize he’s completely naked until he flips me around.
He drags my lower half to the edge of the bed, then folds my legs up, opening and exposing me to him.
My body arches, and my arms slide across the bed around me, searching for something to grip.
By the hungry look in his eyes, he’s about to consume me and shatter my soul in the next few minutes.
Dare leans over me and drags a finger through my core, collecting my essence. He sucks it off, then leans down further and kisses my clit, his tongue gentle. Too gentle.
“Take me hard, Dare. I need you,” I beg.
He groans as his mouth covers my pussy, sucking me clean before thrusting his tongue into my channel.
I cry out and come up off the bed. He presses my chest, pushing me back down, without breaking his connection.
He eats me out, his tongue everywhere. His lips all over me.
His teeth gently biting me. Then there are his fingers.
He thrusts inside me hard, and I swear he breaches my virginity.
I feel a pinch of pain that’s soon replaced by desire and need.
I want more.
I need more.
I come hard and long, screaming his name, my body floating. Then I realize he’s tossed me up the bed. He’s over me and is pressing his cock into my tight channel.
Darrell
I’m never leaving this woman. She’s perfect for me. My cock breaches her. It’s so tight and hot that my eyes cross. All of a sudden, she has a hand to my chest, pressing me back.
“Baby, I need to be inside you.
“Condom, Darrell,” she says, and I realize I forgot.
We’d discussed things more, and I agreed to give her more time before I got her pregnant.
I pull out and pick up the condom I dropped on the bed before I ate her out. She’s thrashing around in need. I roll the condom down my length. I can’t wait until I can take her without one.
I press back to her entrance and miss the intense heat, but I can still feel her.
She pauses as I push further into her body.
Taking her virginity with my finger, I’d hoped it would ease what’s about to happen.
I’m long and thick. I know she’s going to struggle to take all of me, but we were made for each other.
I continue to press into her body until I’m fully seated.
I pause for only a moment to gather myself before I blow from the intense need.
She shifts, and it’s too much. I pull out and slam back in.
She cries out, and my control snaps. Pulling her legs open and wide, I hook them over my arms and take her like I’m possessed.
I move in her, no care for being gentle or soft. I’m not making love to her. I’m marking her, making her mine. I force my way into her body, over and over. Daphne’s head is thrashing around, and she’s begging for more instead of trying to push me off. I snap my hips harder. Faster.
“Dare,” she says, her voice holding a whine, begging for I don’t know what, but I’m going to give her all of myself.
Her body tightens. Her cunt ripples along my length. I reach between us to circle her clit. She cries out and comes so intensely she almost drags me over.
I pull out and flip her to her stomach. Tugging her ass up in the air, I grip the back of her neck and guide myself back into her tightness. From this angle, I get a deeper penetration. She curls her back as her orgasm still rides through her.
I move inside her several times before my balls pull up and that telltale tingle runs up my spine. I plant myself deep and unload into the condom, wishing I were painting her insides with my cum.
I roll to the side, taking her with me. She’s sprawled over the top of me. Her damp hair falling around my face and chest. My arms wrap around her, and I hold her tight.
Waiting until my breathing is under control, I relish her here with me.
Part of me wishes I had taken her slowly, with loving care.
But then there’s that beast inside me that wants her tied to me completely for the rest of our lives.
The only way to do that is to get her pregnant and marry her.
Those will be my next steps. Now that I’ve claimed her body as mine, it’ll take an act of God for her to walk away from me.