Page 52 of DeLucas After Dark

Who knew?

Pain, fingers inside of my pussy and a tongue in my ass apparently are my weakness. This time, when he pulls back, he pours something cool into my ass and begins working it in with his thumb.

It takes a moment before I finally relax, and when I do, I feel the head of his dick pressing back there. Squeezing my ass tight again, I hold my breath.

“Relax, Tesoro,” he says, pressing a kiss to my lower back. “Relax.”

It’s not that easy, but I finally do. He pushes himself deeper inside of me slowly, inch by excruciating inch, until I’m full. He holds himself still and runs a hand down my back before sliding one between the bench and me to pinch my clit.

“Can we stay like this?” I plead.

Those words are an invitation for him to loop my loose ponytail around his hand. He begins pumping my ass, holding onto my hair, and riding my ass like he’s riding a horse on a ranch.

My body shifts vigorously up and down the bench, welcoming the sensation of him filling me up back there. The way that our bodies connect at this point and the sweaty warmth of his slick skin against mine strengthen the bond that I feel with this stranger.

My pussy grows wetter the more he works my ass over, and I’m surprised at how much I like anal sex, so much so that I cum. He pulls out finally, and I know he’s not done, but he smacks me on the ass several times before he kisses it again. When he walks away, I turn my head slowly to follow his steps.

Broad shoulders, long, muscular, and hairy legs, and a wide, muscular back that tapers into a trim waist. His body is beautiful. He returns with the flogger, removes the ball gag, and spanks me until I’m crying out in pleasure from the stinging pain.

He frees my wrists and lets me sit up. We share a kiss before he walks away again, and when I prepare to move, I’m reminded that my ankles are still cuffed. I watch as he washes his long dick, and I wonder how many more rounds he can go.

I know that he’s worked hard to maintain his arousal and not cum, but his patience is greater than anything I’ve ever seen. He returns to the bench, grabs my hair, and jerks my head back, pressing his dick to my lips.

I open wide, taking him inside of me and sucking him deep, thankful that he’s no longer raiding my ass like a burglar. I suck him deeper and harder until he’s fucking my throat again, and I know it’ll be raw in the morning. His balls are smacking against his thigh, spit dribbles from the corners of my lips, and tears roll down my cheeks.

He finally shoots hot cum down my throat but pulls back before he finishes. Smacking me in the face with his dick, he shoots semen all over my face as I lick at it, taking him in at every pass.

The look of relief on his face is intense. It takes a few beats before he moves behind me and uncuffs my ankles. The embrace that he locks me in when he kisses me makes me feel so safe and cared for.

Damn, he’s got a sexy swagger, I note as he walks to the cabinet and removes a washcloth, towel, and some soap. Moving to the sink on the other side of the cabinet, he wets the washcloth and begins cleaning me and then himself.

When we’re finished, and he’s dressed again, I lift my arms. “I have nothing to wear home. Did Santa prepare for that?”

Smirking, he nods and opens the cabinet. He pulls out the black garment bag and removes a scarlet, long-sleeve cocktail midi dress. It has a lace shoulder overlay and a corset bodice.

His touch is tender as he helps me dress. Pressing a small kiss on the nape of my neck, he asks, “Think we can ever share this experience again?”

I turn my head, glancing at him over my shoulder.

“You set the date, and I’ll be here,” I whisper as he softly presses a kiss to my lips.

He escorts me back through the club with his hand on my lower back, guiding me through the crowd. Just as we’re about to exit, the receptionist says, “Good night, Mr. DeLuca. Good night, Ms. Chambers.”

“Good night, Erin,” we say in unison as we look at one another and share a knowing smile.

Standing at our chauffeured Bentley, Marco looks down at me and says, “Now, back to the real world.”

“Only for one night. You promised a surprise trip tomorrow.”

“It’ll be better than tonight,” he promises, kissing me again before ushering me into my seat.

When Marco climbs into the car with me, he pulls me into his arms. I love the hell out of this man. This man who would indulge my fantasy of making love to a stranger. He only took it to another level by taking me to a sex club, something that had never entered my mind.

He locks our fingers together and whispers in my ear. “Do you trust me completely now, Piper?”

“Always did, Marco. I always did.”

“Good. Well, keep trusting me in the days to come.”

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