Page 35 of Delivered in White

“Excuse me?” She looks seductively over her shoulder.

I grunt. These urges are running through my veins like they’re on fire.

“How’d I do?” Her character finally breaks, and she turns to present herself like she was putting on a show.

I exhale as the spell is broken.

“What?Oh come on.” She grabs the food back. “Why do you look like someone just killed your dog. Let’s eat. I’m coming to terms with my new persona. Actually, giving her a name helps it along.”

My mind automatically wonders if she just named her pussy, but that’s just the horny guy in me. She’s talking about her stripper name – Misty – of course. The weirdest part about all this… is that I’m still hot for her. Maybe it’s not just the idea of a stripper, but the fact that she’s able to pull it off if she had to.

The urges flood back in two-fold.

She goes to take her seat, but I grab her by the wrist to stop her, then take a step closer so our bodies are inches awayfrom one another. It’s like we’re standing in the eye of a fucking storm, winds at our backs pushing us closer. She must feel it too.

I take her silence as acceptance. Her eyes say so much – fuck me, but I’m scared. That’s how I read ’em, anyway. So I lean in for a kiss. She better not reject me this time.

As soon as our lips touch, I take another small step closer, my hand caressing over her exposed smooth skin. Her thigh is the perfect mix of muscle and fat, her breath minty, and her tongue meek like she’s scared of me.

She should be scared.

I’m the fucking underworld.

I bite her lip enough to tell her I want to fuck her brains out, and squeeze her ass tight, evoking a moan that sends a river of blood to my cock.

“Trino,” she whispers, her hands pressing flat on my chest.

No, not again.

“I’ve never—”

I go in for another kiss to shut her up. The feral passion is getting the better of me, and I can feel it coaxing her too. Her pussy is meant to receive my cock. It’s the will of God, for fuck’s sake.

Her hands ball into fists that scratch my chest. She’s battling with herself to fight the heat, and I love the pain. It makes me grab her harder and lift her so her ankles cross around my back.

Another miniature moan makes me hornier than I can handle, so I swing her to plant her back firmly against the wall.

It takes a few more breaths of kissing before her tongue finally slithers around mine. Her surrender makes me grunt with relief even though my cock is a throbbing caged monster. One fistful of those string panties by the elastic allows me to trace her pussy, and a twist applies pressure around her clit. Hermouth opens as she comes up for air and squeezes her arms tight around me.

It’s like she’s never been fucked before. My finger hasn’t even made it to her yet and she’s a squirming mess.

“Trino—I’ve never been able to get going before.” She gasps, scratching at me. Her stripper heels clack as I grind against her body.

“Doesn’t seem to be a problem right now.” We both smile into our next kiss.

“You’re dangerous,” she admits.

I’m not sure whether it’s a dis or a compliment, but I’ll take it as the latter.

I inch my hand up her thigh, feeling the goosebumps my touch evokes. Her body can’t lie to me. As I inch farther, I can feel the heat emanating from her pussy. It’s wet, and I’m salivating just thinking about it.

As I reach the string panty blocking me, she shakes her head.

“No?” I ask, touching my finger to her clit from under the thigh.

She moans, then says, “No.”

And just like that—another spell broken.

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