Oh, wait. That’s right. I did.
“Taste how fucking sweet you are,” I say. “I could devour you all night.”
She lifts a long leg to my shoulder, tucking a smile against her shoulder.
“Be right back,” I say, climbing off the bed.
“You’re gentler with me than I thought you’d be,” she muses when I come back from the guest room, condom in hand. “I kind of expected you to go buck wild on me.”
I stop, giving an amused chuckle. “Do you want me to?”
“I was kind of looking forward to it . . .”
“And I was looking forward to taking my sweet ass time with you,” I say.
“Well, de la Cruz, our agendas clash once again. Who’s going to walk away a winner this round?”
The corner of my mouth pulls, and I take a step toward the edge of the bed. “You know I never lose, right?”
“Normally I’m all about compromise. It’s a healthy solution to most of life’s complications.” She sits up, resting on her elbows, legs crossed at the knees now as if she’s suddenly closed for business. Her eyes say otherwise.
Tease.
She reaches for me, tracing her fingers along the tattoos that wrap my upper body before pulling me towards her, I lower myself to my knees, resting on the edge of the bed as her hands grip my ass in a tight hold.
“You’re supposedly this rough-and-tumble football player. I expected sex with you to be at least a tiny bit animalistic.”
“Is that really what you want, Delilah?” All she has to do is say the word, and I’ll deliver. But once I start, there’ll be no stopping. Not with her. I’ll be incapable of controlling myself the second her sweet pussy is wrapped tightly around my cock.
Her eyes fall to my hand, and I pump myself vigorously as I watch her lips form the sexiest smirk. Normally I’m not this easily beaten, but the way she’s watching me right now gets me so fucking hot I can’t think straight.
“God, you looking at me like that, it drives me crazy.” My voice is a low moan, coming from a place inside I never knew existed. I want this woman. I have to have her. Now. “Get on your hands and knees, Delilah. Tonight we play by my rules. Tonight there’s no stopping. You want filthy sex? You can start by being my filthy little whore.”
Her eyes smile, and she rolls her body to her stomach, pressing up on her hands and knees. She’s a good girl, and I didn’t want to have to fuck her like this, but if this is what she wants, this is what she’s getting.
If she looks at me that way again, I’ll fucking melt. I’m putty enough in her hands as it is, but she’ll never know that.
Gripping her peach-shaped ass, I prop her hips up, angling them until they’re lined with mine, and then I give her a hard smack.
“Oh!” she calls out.
I reach for her neck, cupping it with my hand and twisting her face to the side so I can see it. She’s smiling, licking her lips, and her breathing is growing louder by the second.
“Spread those thighs, Delilah, and wait like the good girl you are.”
She nods in silence, widening her stance as I flick the foil packet between my fingers and lift it to my mouth. Tearing it open between my teeth, I pull it out and sheath myself. Dipping my fingers down her slick mound, they glide inside her with the aid of her wetness.
“You’re so fucking wet,” I whisper. “You want me, baby?”
“Mm, hm.” She’s panting now. Her ass wiggles slightly, a silent plea.
“You want to be my dirty little fuck doll?”
She nods.
“I knew from the moment I saw you, there was more to you than an uptight priss who only plays by the rules.” I grip my cock, positioning it at her entrance while moving my hand from her wet pussy to the curve above her hips. “And I knew from the moment I saw you, I had to have you, Delilah.”
With one hard thrust, I plunge myself deep inside her, and the whimper that leaves her lips when I’m all the way in just about sends me over the edge.
But I fight it, smacking my hips into hers, focusing on the slap of our flesh as I fuck her under the cover of night in the bed I haven’t shared with another woman in years.
With both hands on her ass, I guide her back, harder and harder, meeting my thrusts and making damn sure she’s taking in every inch of me.
“Please don’t stop, Zane . . .” she calls out, her voice a strained whisper cloaked in desperation.
“I won’t, baby.”
Her pussy is clenched around me, her face buried in my pillow and crumpled sheets between her delicate fingers.
“I’m getting close already,” she whines several minutes later.
I stop mid-thrust and reach for her hair, gathering the mess of darkness into my hand and pulling her face closer to mine.
Whispering in her ear, I say, “You’re not to come until I say you can, Delilah. Do you understand? You’ll know when I’m done with this hot little body of yours.”
I release her hair, my fingertips trailing down the front of her neck, and she swallows before nodding.
“I’m going to fuck you as long and hard as I want,” I say. “Tonight you’re mine.”
“Mmm,” she moans, and I let her face fall back to the pillow.
Leaning over her, I cup her breasts, her hard nipples dragging along my palms as I continue fucking her.
“Nobody’s ever taken me like this before,” she whispers, her words muffled by the pillow. She turns to the side to say more, but I silence her.