Page 36 of Secret Twins for My Ex's SEAL Best Friend

She nodded quietly, and her fingers drifted toward her nipples, pinching them as she looked down at me.

My hands wrapped around her ass cheeks, pulling her hips toward me so that I could bury my face as deeply into her as possible, lapping at her center for a bit. I didn’t move my tongue inside her, only licked at the hole, keeping my tongue as flat as possible.

Delia shuddered underneath my tongue, and her thighs shook with the effort of keeping them open. I looked up at her beautifulbrown eyes watching me, her breasts spilling over her fingers as she pinched and squeezed at her slightly brown nipples.

She had a freckle on the right side of her hip that looked like a delicacy from where I was. I held my tongue out and dragged it across her wet slit, tasting her tangy juices.

I moved my nose across her clit for a moment, inhaling, smelling her scent, before I twirled my tongue around her clit. She let out a small scream before seeing me jerk back, and she clamped her hand over her mouth quickly.

I stood from my knees, and she shook her head, her hand still over her own mouth. I stood between her legs and removed her hand from her mouth. She whispered, “Sorry. Please don’t stop.”

I pulled her off the chair and turned her around, pushing her over onto her stomach across it. I leaned over her as I unbuckled my belt and whispered into her ear, “Didn’t I tell you to stay quiet?”

“Yes, Sir,” she moaned, and I moved my hand between her legs from behind, pushing two fingers into her. She let out a small groan mixed with a whine, and my cock grew as I felt how soaked her cunt was.

“And were you quiet?” I pushed my slacks down and let them fall to the kitchen tile, my belt clanging against it.

“No,” she whined, bending one knee and then the other.

“Pull your ass cheeks open, I want to see you from this angle.” She paused, not moving from her spot, and I repeated, “Delia, open up your ass for me.”

Her hands moved slowly to her cheeks, and she spread them for me, showing all of herself to me. I groaned, my cock in my hand, and looked at those tight openings.

I started to move my hand up and down my shaft, feeling the veins in my shaft raised against my dry palm. I wanted her wetness all over me, wanted to feel her pussy clench around me, wanted to feel her juices squirt all over my shaft.

“That’s good. You’re a good listener,” I assured her, steadying her by placing my hand flat against the small of her back, and then rubbing the tip of my cock against her wet opening.

“Should I get a condom?” I asked, teasing her spot with my dripping head.

“No, I have an IUD. Please… just fill me up.”

I didn’t need her to ask again. I whispered, “Cover your mouth,” and pushed the rest of my shaft into her, all the way to the base.

She let out a loud scream against her palm, and I enjoyed knowing how much she loved it as I started to thrust rhythmically.

Fuck, this is Delia. You’re fucking Delia.

The thought kept whirling through my mind as I looked at her smooth back, her freckled ass, and the back of her strawberry blonde head.

The thought whirled in my head as I shoved my cock as deep into her as I possibly could, and then as I started to fuck her hard and fast, holding onto the counter to steady myself as I did.

Her ass pressed against my pelvis, bouncing beautifully as I moved inside her, and I could feel her tightening around my member as I grew harder and bigger inside her.

Her moans got more insistent against her hand, and I finally laid across her back and told her, “Don’t fucking move your hand.” I pinched her nipples and moved into her hard, making the chair rock on two legs. She tipped her head back, tears in the corners of her eyes.

She reached up with the hand that wasn’t occupied with keeping herself quiet and grabbed the back of my head. She looked at me with those brown eyes as I moved wildly inside her, and the prolonged eye contact filled me with a feeling of sick intimacy. It hurt my stomach. I loved it.

I grabbed her wrist and moved her hand so that I could kiss her as I fucked her, slowing down with the undulation of her pelvic muscles, feeling the rhythm that she wanted internally.

She sighed into my mouth, and our lips met perfectly as our tongues slid around each other.

She was so wet that my cock was gliding inside her without any trouble, and I could hardly keep my entire length in her, it was so slippery. She moaned almost drunkenly, with no start or end to it, an endless loop, and I felt her orgasm coming.

Delia’s pussy was getting loose, the muscles contracting wildly, and I felt my own building, knowing that she felt that good.

“Can I cum inside you?” I asked, but before I could get an answer, she started cumming, crying out as we kissed, our mouths open.

Her face dropped back down to the chair and she said, “You can do whatever you want to me.”

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