Page 83 of The Stranger
He takes a step back. “Let me do that,” he protests. “If you touch me again, I might embarrass myself.”
When he reaches for the waistband, I slap his hand away and scoot closer. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”
This time, he doesn’t fight me when I slide his trousers over his narrow hips, and my eyes track them as they slither down his legs and pool around his ankles. My gaze flicks back to his tight, black boxer briefs, and my mouth waters.
Sucking in a sharp breath, I look up at him through my lashes as my fingers curl around the thick white elastic on his briefs. They have Calvin Klein printed across the top. He could get a job modelling these if he ever leaves the IT business.
Holy moly.
I tug them down slightly, revealing the crown of his dick. It’s glistening with pre-cum, and this time, I can’t help myself. I lean in and run my flattened tongue over his slit.
“Sweet Jesus,” he growls as his hands disappear into my hair, tugging slightly.
I’m now yanking on his boxers until his cock springs free, revealing him in all his glory. Thick veins pulse beneath velvet skin. His wide head is now an angry, deep-purply pink colour. My free hand moves down to the base, gripping him, but he’s so wide my fingertips don’t even touch.
My mouth goes a little dry as I imagine him trying to fit that monstrosity inside me.
When my eyes snap up to meet his, he must sense the sheer panic I’m now feeling because he tenderly strokes his hand over my hair. “Relax, sweetheart,” he says. “There’s no rush, we have all the time in the world. I’ll make sure you’re ready for me. Okay?”
I nod my head once. “Okay.”
“I’ll be gentle … I promise,” he says, throwing my words back at me. “My job is to pleasure you, Delilah. The last thing I want to do is hurt you. We can move at your pace, and if at any time it gets too much, just say the word and I’ll stop.”
The person who stands before me is a real man. His selflessness, kind-heartedness, and consideration—of not just me, but everyone around him—is admirable. It’s not something I’m used to.
The day I lost my virginity still haunts me. Kayne was so focused on getting himself off, he seemed oblivious to the pain he was inflicting. It wasn’t the last time he’d hurt me either. He once stuck his dick in a place I neverwanted him to, and I bled from that orifice for two days. He constantly made me feel like I was the problem … that I was doing him a disservice by not giving him what he wanted. Now I know he was getting it elsewhere, I can see what a huge red flag he was now.
Blinded by the person I thought I loved.
The anxiety I was feeling vanishes in an instant. I trust this man to do right by me. I know that much.
My hand is still wrapped around the base of his dick, so I stroke it once, twice, and when he rocks his hips forward and groans, I run my tongue around the tip before drawing it into my mouth.
“Delilah,” he breathes. “That’s it, sweetheart, take me in your mouth. Yes, just like that.”
His encouragement spurs me on. I may not be able to take all of him, but I use my lips, tongue, teeth, and hand to make it as enjoyable for him as I can. I was constantly critiqued when I did this in the past, so I have a fair idea of what he may like.
The gentle hypnotic rocking of his hips is contradictory to the tugging of my hair, or the grunts and groans that rumble in the back of his throat. He’s showing restraint, taking it easy on me like he promised.
I don’t want that.
I want him to let loose … to give me his all.
Sliding off the bed, I fall to my knees, taking him deeper into my mouth. So deep that my eyes water and I gag, but I don’t stop. The hand that’s wrapped around his base tightens as the other moves up to cup his heavy balls. I gently massage them between my fingers as my mouth works over his shaft.
Spencer’s grip on my hair increases as he widens his stance and violently throws his head back. A slew of profanities falls from his parted lips as he finally legs go,losing himself in the moment. “Fuck, Delilah … fuck. I’m going to blow.”
He tries to withdraw, but I don’t allow it. I want to finish what I started.
I feel the first burst of warm cum hit the back of my throat as his movements become jerky. His long, drawn-out groan pleases me. I love that it’s me making him feel like this. I won’t stop until I’ve taken every last drop.
When I finally release him from my mouth with a pop, he bends, slides his hands under my arms, and lifts me off the ground in one fluid motion. My legs wrap around his waist as his lips meet mine. The kiss he gives me is so deep, so passionate, my toes curl.
Once he’s had his fill of my mouth, he sits me down on the side of the mattress and pushes my open blouse down my arms. He unclasps my bra next and audibly growls when my bare breasts come into view.
Gently laying me back, he bends down to swirl his tongue around each hardened peak before palming them with his enormous hands. “So soft … so perfect,” he whispers against my skin.
His thumbs hook into the side of my underwear, and I watch him observe me as he slides them off. Once I’m naked, he drops to his knees.
