Page 159 of Attached At Heart
“Delaney Rose London.” I moaned her name, and it echoed in my brain, a sweet symphony that I could play over and over again. “If you touch my cock one more time, I’m going to have to find something to bend you over.”
Delaney’s lips stretched in a slow smile at my threat. “I’ve heard that before.” She leaned closer. “This time, I’d like you to make good on your threat, though.”
“Holy shit, Lane,” I groaned before grabbing her hips and spinning her around. She backed her ass into me, grinding it against my crotch and making me gasp for air as I bent her over the back of the couch. “With fucking pleasure.”
Delaney glanced over her shoulder. “And what are you going to do now you’ve got me bent over?”
“Fuck the little tease right out of you,” I grunted, lifting my hips just enough that she’d feel how ready I was to do that.
Delaney’s eyes rolled up, her lips parting, and seeing her reaction caused me to hasten my actions, grabbing the bottom of her dress to peel the layers up and over her hips.
And good Lord, Delaney wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“Are you trying to fucking kill me?” I choked.
“Definitely not.” But I could hear the amusement in her voice, mixed with the desire. “I need you alive right now, Blake. Alive and?—”
A sharp gasp cut through her words when I swiped a finger along her soaked pussy.
“My wife gets so fucking wet for me, doesn’t she?”
She nodded while whining for more.
I’ll give you more, baby.
“She wants me to touch her.” I thrust two fingers inside her, and I almost fainted fromhearinghow wet she was for me. “Wants me to lick her.” I leaned down to taste her while I slowly pumped my finger in and out. In and out. “Wants me to fuck her.”
“Yes,” Delaney cried and then cried even louder when I suddenly withdrew my fingers, sucked them into my mouth to clean them off, and then nearly lost it from her taste.Fuck. I swallowed, savoring the moment for a split second before I got enough of a grip to unbuckle my pants and get into position, dragging the tip of my cock through her pussy.
“Yeah, Lane?” I checked. Because I wanted to hear it. I’d never get enough of her saying yes to me.
“Yes,” she hissed, glancing back to glare at me despite being suspended over the couch. And then I watched as her glare turned into a look of wondrous pleasure as I thrust inside her, hard, fast, bottoming out within fractions of a second.
Unbelievable. God, she was unbelievable.
“Blake,” she cried. “Oh my God, Blake.”
Delaney threw her head back, not caring if anyone heard how fucking good I made her feel, and shit, did I love that. Love her.
“I know, baby.” I sucked in, trying to steady myself for a second. That first moment of being inside her wassofucking good I didn’t know how to handle it sometimes. “I know.”
She arched her hips, trying to get more as she backed up, needing another dose of my cock.
“Not such a little tease now, are you?” I smirked, pulling back only a fraction before driving forward, causing Delaney to tip over the couch.
She made an unholy sound that I wanted to record and play on repeat.
“I didn’t hear you, sweetheart. What was that?”
“No,” she cried as I pulled out further and slammed into her again.
My lips curved. “Didn’t think so.”
I looked down, taking in the scene. Delaney in this dress. The white fabric bunched around her hips. Me driving into her from behind.
It was an image from my goddamn dreams.
Which meant I had no hope of making it last.
