Page 33 of Battling the Enemy
I released my hold in her hair and told her, “Get on the bed.”
“Deke…” she pleaded.
“Get on the fucking bed, Delaney,” I snapped.
I watched her crazy-sexy body run to the side of the bed, yank the covers back, and hide underneath. I stalked towards her and her face was a beautiful blush as she took in my naked body. I got into bed and climbed over her. I braced all my weight on my elbows as I looked down at her.
Delaney looked terrified and my dick started to harden again. “Tell me again,” I demanded.
Her big brown eyes searched mine. “I want you,” she surrendered.
My lips touched her scar, and I went from there and started working my way down her body. She let out soft moans and whimpers as I traveled over her skin. When my face got to her big tits, I did what I’ve been wanting to do since forever; I grabbed her left tit and started sucking on her light pink nipple. It was hard and waiting for me.
“Oh, God…” she mewled as her hands sunk into my hair.
I turned to her right tit and gave it the same attention. Her skin tasted clean, and she smelled like my body wash and that was fucking me up something fierce. When I was done with her tits, I kept traveling south, anticipation coursing through my every nerve at finally finding out what Delaney’s pussy would taste like. “Spread your legs for me, baby,” I cajoled. I wasn’t going to take her slowly, but I needed everything, before I sunk my dick into her, to be perfect for her. I needed her body soaking wet with release and I needed her mind unable to think behind the pleasure I was giving her.
Delaney’s legs opened for me, and soon I was nestled in between her smooth, creamy thighs. The second her scent hit my nostrils I knew what it felt like to be a drug addict. I knew I was going to move her in tomorrow because there’s no way I was going to live without her next to me every night.
Resting the weight of my shoulders on the inside of her thighs, I used my hands to spread her smooth pussy lips open and took that first swipe at euphoria, and Delaney tasted every bit as delicious as I knew she would.
“Oh, my God, Deke…” she cried, her hands flying over her to grab onto the headboard. Delaney had a tight trimmed triangle above her clit, but the rest of her was bare, and so it was easier to eat and lick her everywhere.
And I did.
I devoured her.
I made out with her pussy and it wasn’t until she gave up that first orgasm that I finally sunk my fingers into her pussy, and it was just as tight was the last time they were in her wet cunt. I turned the upward and massaged that spot that so many guys don’t have the patience to look for.
Or they were just fucking tools and couldn’t find it.
I pulled my face away from Delaney’s pussy longer enough to demand, “Give me another, baby. Soak my fucking face.”
She moaned and her hips started to match the rhythm of my fingers. I kept my tongue on her clit as my fingers worked her pussy and, soon enough, she was giving me her second cum of the night. But I needed one more. I seriously needed her soaked to prevent any serious damage to her body. Not trying to brag, but The Lord blessed me, and He wasn’t stingy about it.
After tearing another orgasm from Delaney, I wiped my face on the inside of her right thigh and kissed my way back up her body. When I reached her face, she looked sated and ready to pass out, and it was exactly how I needed her.
Because my dick was harder than iron, I didn’t have to use my hand to guide the head towards her opening. I braced myself on my elbows, started down at a very high-looking Delaney, and slammed my cock balls deep inside her unused body with one thrust.
“Deke!”she screamed as she threw her head back and her hands fisted the sheet on either side of us.
I was such a bastard.
I’ve always been a bastard and have always taken what I wanted. But, never in my life, have I ever wanted something like I wanted Delaney. So, instead of going slow, instead of giving her time to adjust, instead of making this special for her, I drilled into her like she was a seasoned pro. “Fuck, Lamb,” I grunted. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“Deke, it hurts,” she cried, and it was like music to my ears.
“I know. I know, and it’s going to keep hurting because I can’t fucking stop, Delaney,” I panted, breaking the news to her. “I’m not going to stop fucking you, baby. Not until you cum all over my cock and milk me dry.”
“Oh, God…” she whimpered.
Delaney was in pain. She was fisting the sheets. She had tears leaking down the side of her face. She was moaning and whimpering. But most importantly? She wasn’t telling me to stop.
She was taking every hard thrust into her body and her hips were pushing back, and I knew why. She had mentioned how Melissa had looked powerful on her knees, and I knew my loss of control was Delaney’s way of feeling powerful. She wasn’t going to tell me to stop because she wanted to break me. She wanted to give as good as she got. My weakness was her aphrodisiac.
Delaney wanted me at her mercy, and I was there.
She felt like absolute Heaven with her pussy wrapped so tightly around my cock, and I knew I’d never get enough of this. I knew, now, why Ramsey and Liam had such a connection with Em and Linnie. Looking down, and seeing Delaney’s virgin blood all over me, was enough to make me want to stay buried in her every minute of every day. Even my bite mark on her neck hadn’t brought out this kind of possessiveness. Delaney was officially mine now, and that knowledge had me ramming my cock into her so hard, I knew we were both going to be sporting bruises.
