Page 78 of The Delivery

“So…tell me how bad you want it.”

“Oh, for Christ’s sake, Moisés. Just fuck me. Please, please fuck me!” I

groan, my fingernails digging into his hips.

He thrusts into me hard enough to make me scream out in surprise.

Then lowering his mouth to my neck he nibbles my collarbone and gently

nips at my throat.

“Niña,” he whispers into my ear, “I’ve waited so long for this. You feel

so good. Even better than I dreamed you would.”

He fucks me hard with an intense but steady pace. Hitting me at just the

right spot to make me writhe and cry out at the contact. His thrusts are just

like his kiss, demanding and perfectly timed. I lose myself in the delicious

and sweet symbiotic friction of his tongue and his cock. The look on his

face delights me as he joins his body with mine. Mozey has the warmest

eyes that dive right through me and swim straight to my heart. I melt all

over and quiver as the tension builds and pressurizes my core. “Will you always beg me to fuck you, Lana?”

“Yes!” I exclaim as he pounds my sensitive flesh, stoking the fire there,

igniting it more.

I knew we would be beautiful together, but I didn’t know he’d be so

fucking sexy, so huge, so hard, so accurate at hitting the precise spot with

every single stroke of his cock.

“Every morning?”

I nod my head, yes.

“Every day, I want you to come for me.”

I can’t hold back the moans and the gasps as they escape me with a will

of their own. My ascent toward bliss peaks as his thrusts increase, and I

scream and mewl upon release, raking my nails down his back and biting

his bottom lip hard. I can feel my aching muscles contracting over his hard

shaft. Mozey grabs my ass with both hands and spasms inside me at full

hilt. He looks into my eyes as he comes and that pushes us both over the

edge. Our cries mingle in the rays of sunlight as my body arches to his bow.

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