Page 51 of Mr. Delicious
Chapter 13
Adam
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Istared at the angelic being before me and thought surely I’d either gone insane from having too much sex, or slipped into some sort of fantasy.
I didn’t care which it was, because I would gladly accept either. Whichever would have been fine by me.
Sweet Wren. It was official that she was the hottest woman alive and also the kind that I knew now was the deadliest.
Sweet to the world. Showing a warm and homely side with her cookies, but really she was this hot, sexy woman, and actual seductress who could bamboozle you all six ways to Sunday.
And fuck, did she ever bamboozle me.
I gazed at her at my feet. The epitome of beauty with her autumn eyes, shimmering hair and those full lips on my cock. It was so fucking hot.
She looked up at me, those eyes drifting up my body and, beaming up at me while her glossy lips curved into a mischievous smile. A tease.
I took a handful of that hair, running my fingers through the featherlike texture.
She opened her mouth and took me in, the suction pulled at my groin, my insides, my world. I kept my hands in her hair loving the feel of her, loving the reaction on her face as she bobbed up and down, sucking me faster, harder.
Then, as if sucking me didn’t feel amazing enough, the temptress slid her slim fingers from the edge of my thighs where she gripped me to the base of my cock. With her fingers holding my shaft just below her lips she started jerking me off while she sucked. The combo made me gasp, and my knees wobbled. I clenched my teeth to gather some control but I could feel my release coming.
Her pace increased, working me to the edge of oblivion. This was unreal but I didn’t want to finish in her mouth. I wanted to be inside her sweet pussy.
She glanced up at me, pleasure evident on her face too. She knew what she was doing to me.
“Wren,” I was amazed I could still talk. “I have to fuck you now.”
The need to be inside her had driven me to the brink of insanity. With one last suck she released me and sat back.
“Then fuck me.” No one else could have gotten away with saying that in such a sweet way.
I dragged off my shirt, off my pants and boxers then practically pounced on her. She giggled into the kiss I gave her and tried to talk against my mouth but I wouldn’t let her.
We rolled over onto the floor and like an animal I grabbed her blouse and ripped it off her. The little pearl buttons that held it together popped off and bounced across the wooden floor. I reached under her skirt and ripped the panties too.
She gasped.
“This stays on.” Her little pink skirt. I’d looked at it all day and imagined taking her in it.
“And this?” She tugged at her bra.
“Take that off for me.” I loved the way she did it.
She unhooked the clasp at the front releasing the heft of her gorgeous breasts. Those nipples were puckered and ready to be sucked but I’d have to do that later. Like every night since we’d been here I planned to spend the rest of the evening indulging on her fine body. Inside and out.
I retrieved a condom from my pants, shoved it on and turned her over so she was on her hands and knees. Her tits bounced from the impact and that skirt did it’s magic over her fine ass. I plunged into her from behind and nearly lost my cool then.
Fuck, she felt so damn good.
I pushed in and out a few times, each time going deeper until I was buried at the hilt and she moaned into the pleasure.
“You want more baby?”
“Yes, give me more please.” Her voice strained.
