Page 45 of Battling the Enemy
Delaney was withering and moaning. “I can’t…think, Deke…”
Music to my ears.
I kept slamming into her, our harsh breathing the only sounds in the house, and I didn’t want it to ever end. Her pussy wrapped around my dick was a high more pure than anything out there. Delaney Martin was more potent than any drug I have ever tried.
“Don’t stop, Deke,” she whimpered. “I’m…I’m going to cum…”
My dick throbbed with my need for release as I slammed Delaney harder against the wall. “That’s it, baby,” I encouraged her. “Give it to me. Soak my dick with your cream, Lamb.”
Delaney threw her head back and cried out as her pussy gripped my dick in a choke hold and started convulsing all around me.“Deke!”
I followed immediately after.“Delaney…”I hissed into her neck right before biting down. My previous mark had started to fade, and I didn’t like it.
After a few exhausting seconds, we both slid to the floor, where she draped her body over mine, straddling my now soft cock. “Jesus Christ,” she muttered.
My hands rested on her hips as I stared at the ceiling. “I’m not going to drop you, Delaney,” I said, hoping she’d believe me, eventually.
She let out a deep breath before saying, “Even if you do, Deke, I’m past…whatever I wanted in life before you. Winston and our parents are just going to have to accept that.”
I didn’t comment, but I knew we were going to have to have a serious talk about what it meant to be in a relationship with me before I strangled her to death.
Chapter 28
Delaney~
Deke spent the rest of the night using my body and professing his undying love for me.
Okay.
Maybe notquitelike that, but I’m guessing the constant ‘you’re mine’s were relative to the same thing as professing one’s undying love.
I did learn, however, that what we did Friday night was nothing compared to how we spent last night. It was almost as if, now that I wasn’t a virgin any longer, Deke didn’t have to hold back.
I also learned just how dark Deke’s desires could scale. He liked rough sex, and he liked dirty sex and, after last night, a blushing wallflower I no longer was.
Deke liked control, and not just your average everyday role identifications as me being the woman and him being the man. No. Deke liked sinister control. The kind of control where you had to trust the person entirely; where you had to trust that it was still consensual sex.
Deke had spent all night holding me down and making me take whatever he had to give me, and it had taken some serious getting used to. He also liked to talk dirty, and the language coming from his lips had been another acclimation I had to get used to.
But after every time he held me close and just…held me.
It was as if letting him to whatever he wanted to my body was some sort of validation or something. Like…he was trying to scare me off, but it wasn’t working, so he felt…better. I don’t know. It’s weird to experience, much less try to explain.
He had also made it clear that I needed to start bringing a change of clothes to his house because I was going to need it. I think he was half-ass moving me into his house with him. But, until then, I was back at my house getting ready for school.
I had time for a bite to eat before school, but my phone rang as I dropped two slices of bread into the toaster. It’s weird, the house staff did their thing during school hours, so I rarely saw them, but I always had pre-made dinners in the fridge to eat. Breakfast wasn’t included, so toast it was. Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I saw it was my mother, and I couldn’t stop the groan even if I had wanted to.
“Good Morning, Mother,” I answered.
“Delaney Martin,” she snapped, and I already knew, “what is this nonsense I’m hearing from the Reynolds that you’ve…you’ve terminated the agreement between our families?”
Jesus. This really was a business transaction.
“I was going to call-”
“Delaney, what are you thinking?” she asked, not caring about interrupting me.
“Mom-”
