Page 241 of Beyond the Temptation: Vol 2

“Oh.” She rubs herself against me, making me groan with need.

“Del, tonight is not the night for me. It’s about you and what you want. Can I make you feel good?”

“How? The kids?—”

“Can you be quiet?” I ask, raising a brow in question. One thing I know about Delia is that she likes a challenge.

“Umm-hmm,” she responds.

“Then turn around and put that gorgeous ass against me, and put your hands around my neck, Beautiful.”

When she does as I ask with no hesitation, I let out a breath of relief. My cock will stay confined to my pants for now, but she’s giving me permission to touch her. To make her feel pleasure. And I don’t waste any time. I run my hands down her arms from her wrists at the back of my head, where she’s playing with my hair again, all the way down until I’m finally cupping her breasts through her shirt. It’s a thin cotton number, and I can feel the hard peaks of her nipples. I massage them from the outside in until I’m gently pinching each peak. With every tweak, she grinds her ass against my cock harder. Leaving one hand on her breast, I glide the other down her front, grasping and lifting her shirt as I go, so that when I get to the waistband of her leggings, I’m touching bare skin. At the contact, she inhales and freezes for a few seconds.

“You still with me? You alright?” I whisper in her ear before nibbling on the lobe.

“Yeah, I’m so good,” she confirms.

“Good. Cause I’m not done yet.”

I skim my pinky under the band of her leggings, making sure she’s still okay, each swipe taking me lower and lower. Once all of my hand has breached the waistband, I palm her lower belly.

“Perfect,” I whisper into her ear.

She doesn’t say anything, but I feel her shudder. And finally, I find heaven. I trail my fingers through short curls, back and forth, until my middle finger glides through her slit to find her soaked.

“Oh, Beautiful, you’re wet for me, aren’t you?”

“I am. I can’t remember the last time that happened, Marcus.”

Oh, baby, the things I want to show you.

“It’s my new mission to make you feel good every day, but right now, I need to feel you come on my fingers. Can you do that?”

“I can try.”

I place my palm over her clit and insert first one, and then two fingers into her warm, wet heat. One thrust, two, three, and I can already feel her walls fluttering and her legs shaking.

“Hold on tight, Beautiful,” I say into her neck, kissing my way up to her jaw.

“Marcus,” she moans quietly. “Please.”

It’s the please that gets me. I increase my thrusts, making sure to rub the front wall of her pussy, and when I find the right spot, she comes apart for me, soaking my hand, clamping down on my fingers in a vise grip, and trembling in my hold. Her mouth opens in a silent scream, and I wrap my arm around her middle to keep her standing. I slow my motions, but I don’t stop until she’s completely limp against me, her eyes closed, both of us breathing hard. She whimpers when I withdraw my fingers, but I know I’ll be here again, wrapped around her.

“Thank you,” I tell her when she’s found her legs again. I slowly turn her to face me and kiss her again. It’s a promise, a vow.

She walks me to the door, where she kisses me again before saying goodnight. I get in my truck and don’t even make it out of the parking lot before my dick is in my hand, and I’m shooting off my load into a shirt I pull from my bag. It only relieves some of the need running through me. I’ll be doing that at least once more when I get home.

My phone dings with a text as I pull out of the parking spot.

Delia:

It’s a good thing old people go to bed early around here. I’m the only one who just saw your show in the truck.

I laugh out loud before I can reply.

Marcus:

As long as you liked watching, I’ll put on a repeat performance any time you need, Beautiful.

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