I slide off her slick pussy and guide her to the side, lying down in the middle of the bed before pulling her on top of me.
“Ride my cock, Delilah.” I grip her wrists as she straddles me, her cheeks glowing warm even in the dark.
“I . . . I’ve never been on top before.” She smiles an embarrassed smile, mostly hidden by a mess of hair as she lowers herself onto me.
“Stop making excuses, Delilah. Do what you came here to do,” I command, lifting my hand to her neck. My thumb presses just beneath her chin. “You wanted to fuck me. You wanted filthy sex. Now be a good girl and do what you’re told.”
Her pussy envelopes me, warm and wet, and the scent of her arousal fills my lungs, making me harder than ever.
“I want to watch those beautiful fucking tits bounce,” I say, cupping her ass. “Rock back and forth, Delilah. Do what feels good. Let your body lead.”
She nods, reluctantly, like my stare makes her uncomfortable. But I don’t care. She’s beautiful like this. All vulnerable and exposed. Her safe little rules thrown to the wayside.
“Pleasure yourself with me. I want to watch your face as you come all over me. Come on, I know you can do it.”
Her teeth drag along her lower lip as she braces herself, hands on my chest. Her hips rock, and I take a fistful of her flesh. Once she’s balanced, her hands lift to her breasts, squeezing them as she bounces, her knees straddling my sides for support.
She tosses her head back, letting her hair trickle down her back and shoulders, as she moans louder and louder.
“Touch yourself.” I reach for her hand, bringing her fingers to her swollen clit. “Show me that dirty girl.”
Delilah’s fingers tug and toy, building friction along her slit as she bounces on my cock. I sit up, taking a breast between my lips and dragging my teeth along her sensitive bud before running my hands up and down her sides and stopping at her hips.
Gripping her ass, I meet her bounces thrust for thrust, feeling the buildup at the base of my cock and knowing I can’t fight it off much longer.
Pressing my lips into the soft flesh of her neck, I work my way up until I reach her ear. Her warm breath panting in my ear mixes with her sweet scent lingering in the air.
“Come on my cock, baby,” I command.
She buries her face in my neck, whimpering, her hips gyrating faster and harder than ever before. Her nails claw at my back as her breath suspends, and my cock explodes in the midst of whatever the fuck kind of magic just happened.
Just like that, it’s over.
And just like that, I could go again and again and again with this woman. All night long.
She collapses in my lap, and I’m still buried deep inside her.
“Holy shit.” Her warm breath hits my shoulder, sending a splay of goose bumps down my flesh. “No one’s ever done that to me before.”
She lifts her head, her gaze finding mine in the dark.
“I’ve never been that turned on before.” She grins wide, her hands brushing hair from her face. “I’ve never come during sex before either. And all those filthy things you said to me, Zane . . . normally, I’d want to slap you for them, but they only made me hot for you.”
I lean back, pulling her on top of me. She slides down my side, curling up in my arm. I’m not much for cuddling, but I love the way our skin sticks together in the aftermath of what just happened.
Delilah rolls to her back, her breasts still pert and swollen and her hand resting on her stomach as it rises and falls with each breath.
And then she laughs.
“What’s so funny?”
“This,” she says, turning to me.
“It’s funny to you?”
“It’s funny that this is where we ended up. Two weeks ago, I could barely look at you without my blood boiling,” I say. “And now I’m here. Naked in your bed. Coming down from the most ridiculously amazing orgasm I’ve had in my entire life.”
“I don’t think that’s funny at all,” I say. “I think it’s pretty fucking fantastic.”
I crawl out of bed and head to the bathroom to clean up. When I return, she’s wrapped in my sheets.
“I got cold,” she says with a sly smile.
And I smile back, because she looks so sexy like that wearing nothing but a smile and white covers.
I’m two seconds from yanking them off her and starting up all over again when the doorbell rings. Random people stopping by at this time of night is never a good thing.
“Who’s here?” She wears a lifted brow.
“Good question.” I move to the window and peek outside. From this part of the house, I can catch the second half of the driveway, and from here, I see enough to know exactly who it is. “Shit.”
“What? What is it?”
“Stay here,” I say. “Don’t make a sound.”
I grab some jeans and a shirt from a dresser and throw them on before bolting to the front door.
Chapter 9
Delilah
Fucking. Asshole.
Who does he think he is screwing me like some fuck doll and then telling me to keep quiet the second someone comes to his door.
What is he hiding?
And why is he hiding me?
A million questions storm through my mind and a thousand negative assumptions take center stage. My entire life, I’ve gotten through the hard times by listening to my gut, and right now I feel sick.
This can’t be good.
I rifle through his dresser and pull out the first top I find before sliding into a pair of shorts.