Page 32 of Dali: The Demolisher

He tossed me onto my bed and made quick work of undressing me. At Germany and Twila’s party, that was the first time Dali and I had sex in a while. It was fast, frenzied, and exactly what we needed. Tonight, he took his time as he slid inside of me.

“I missed you so fucking much, bae,” he confessed against my lips before kissing me.

Our eyes were locked as we kissed… as he entered me… and it was such an intimate exchange I almost cried. My eyes snapped shut and lips trembled as he reached the pit of me. His strokes were long, slow, and deep. I held him close and tried to maintainmy composure. His strokes were so precise I felt them all over me.

Dali looked down at me with those light brown eyes and I felt naked under his stare—not physically, though that was the case, but as if he was looking at my soul. Cupping his cheeks, I made him promise not to leave me.

He kept the same pace until I came, then he pulled out and made me laugh when he slid his dick between my breasts. The friction caused me to moan. I opened my mouth and licked his tip as he fucked them.

“How do you taste?” he asked.

“Mm… good.”

Dali smiled and moaned. “You nasty as fuck. I’m going in every hole you got tonight.”

Just the anticipation was enough to have my walls tightening as I whimpered. He pulled out and flipped me over onto my stomach. Instead of coming back inside, he kissed and nibbled my neck, back, and ass until I tooted it up and asked for more.

Dali played with my asshole with his finger before sliding his dick inside. I’d never felt so full… until his thumb entered my pussy and he palmed my clit. With each movement, I could do nothing but grunt and whimper. Each ragged breath was released through trembling lips as my body quaked. His strokes started light and slow, but the wetter I got, the deeper he went.

“Fuck!” I cried out, almost falling into the bed.

“Getcho thick, pretty ass up and take this dick.”

Holding me in place by my waist, he never missed a beat. The sound of my wetness filled the room, and I didn’t know where I started leaking from first. I came and squirted at the same time as my entire body quaked. That time when I fell into the bed, I was unable to get up. Dali’s warm seeds splattered against my back as he moaned my name. My eyes fluttered as I smiled and fought to regulate my breathing.

“Don’t go to sleep,” he said, palming my ass while laying next to me. “We need to shower, then we’re going another round.”

The Next Morning

Dali was up before me.He’d been up long enough to handle his hygiene and start breakfast by the time I was tumbling out of bed. Once I was done in the bathroom and dressed in a fresh silk two-piece set, I headed down the hall toward the kitchen. I found Dali staring out of the window above the sink. He looked to be in deep thought, so I didn’t want to disturb him, but I was curious about what had him so focused.

I made my way next to him and wrapped my arm around him.

“You’re not changing your mind about us, are you?” I asked, getting a low chuckle out of him.

“I will never change my mind about us, baby,” he replied, taking me into his arms.

“Good, because I was about to murder you, and I don’t know how I could explain that to Mama Pam.”

That got a heartier laugh out of him. “Listen, if she knew I’d said what I said last night then changed my mind about us, she’d help you bury my body.”

That I wouldn’t deny. Both of his parents loved me, and Mama Pam said I was the daughter she always wanted.

“If it’s not us, what are you in here thinking so hard about?”

“Why do you think something is on my mind?”

“Because you’ve been up for like a whole hour and you haven’t even kissed me yet,” I said with a pout.

“Damn. You’re right.” His hands lowered to my ass. “Let me correct that.”

Dali gave me a deep, tender kiss that had me weak at the knees. When he pulled away, he admitted, “I was honestly thinking about what our first date should be. I want it to be perfect.”

“Aww, really?”

“Yeah. It’s taken us a long time to get here. I want us to start our relationship right.”

For a while, I just looked up at him, probably like a lovesick puppy. Dali chuckled and led me over to the table, but I couldn’t sit idly while he finished our breakfast. I made us a few mimosas with both champagne and tequila along with my grandmother’s famous blueberry biscuits. By the time we sat down to eat, he’d prepared a breakfast feast.

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