Page 9 of DeLucas After Dark

“Fuck me with that big dick!”

Shelly needed to shut the fuck up. I didn’t like it when women got loud during sex. I roughly grabbed her hips and began fucking the shit out of her. I showed no mercy as she screamed and thrashed her head about. Her wild hair was flying everywhere. That annoyed me, so I gathered it and wrapped it tightly around my fist.

Using her hair as leverage, I thrust more forcefully, until the girl collapsed on the bed. I would have felt bad for her, but it wasn’t in me to be compassionate. She asked for this and I was going to have my fill. I fucked Shelly until my dick was raw. We must have gone for hours. I had that much pent-up frustration.

When I was done using her body, I stood, located her swimsuit, and tossed it at her. She was still panting and looked exhausted, but I didn’t care. I was done with her and didn’t want her catching feelings. She needed to go right now!

“Thanks for the fuck. Your pussy isn’t half bad.”

“Wait? What? You want me to leave?”

“Take the hint, Shelly. Don’t embarrass yourself.”

“You’re an asshole!”

“That’s what they tell me. Have a good life.”

I waited for her to leave before locking the door behind her. I made my way to the bathroom to remove the condom and jumped into the shower. I needed to wash the smell of Shelly’s cheap perfume from my body. The scent was starting to make me sick. When I finished dressing, I called down to the front desk and requested housekeeping to come and change the sheets. There was no way I could sleep in that bed after all the nasty shit I did to that woman.

Besides, I had a week’s worth of dates to plan for me and Sheree. This was the part I couldn’t mess up. It was imperative that she fall head over heels for me. I would date her for a month or two before proposing. Marilyn had the perfect engagement ring in her jewelry collection. Good thing I had held onto several of her pieces for a rainy day.

SHEREE

That Giorgio was one thoughtful man. He knew I was in the country doing my travel blog so he decided to take me on a tour of the island so I could get the best places to visit on film. I had to admit, I was a little apprehensive about going in a sea cave via boat with a man I barely knew.

What if he wanted to drown me? It was dark in caves, wasn’t it? But then I looked it up online and found there were underwater lights that allowed for great visibility. Also, the tours were guided, so we would not be alone. It was the end of tourist season, so we practically had the place to ourselves.

Now, I am not the girl who enjoys caves and shit, but it was actually nice. The place was majestic and made you think. Of course, I got some footage while there, but I didn’t want to be too rude by being on my phone the whole time. The good thing about Giorgio was he didn’t seem to mind. His only stipulation was that he didn’t want to appear in any of my pictures or videos.

That little request had me shooting him the side eye. It also made me defy him and take his picture on the sly. Usually, when a man refuses to be photographed, it’s because he has a wife and family somewhere. I decided to let it go for now, but you know your girl did not forget. I was moving carefully with this dude. These men are slick as snot, and he was not getting over on me. I knew right then that he would not be getting in my panties.

“Sheree, did you enjoy the caves? It was beautiful, no?”

“I had the best time today, Giorgio. Thank you for bringing me. I got some great footage for my blog, but even better, I had fun with you.”

He smiled at me, and I wanted to swoon. I had to remind myself about the red flags he was throwing up. I was about to tell him that I didn’t think we should see each other anymore, but he surprised me by inviting me out again.

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. That means you would be willing to come out with me later this week.”

I hesitated, but before I could say anything he placed his finger against my lips. Usually, a man would draw back a knub, but I was in a different country and didn’t want to end up as Big Bertha’s bitch, in a foreign prison.

“Giorgio…”

“Don’t say no, Sheree. I don’t think I can handle that. You have captivated me. I think about you whenever we are apart. I need to be near you. Please say that you will spend the rest of your time here with me.”

Well, damn. I still wasn’t sure of his sincerity, but it sounded good. Plus, he was a decent tour guide. It was safer for me to travel around the island escorted by a native who spoke the language. If nothing else, I may get a few free meals out of him. What harm could it do?

“I won’t promise I will spend the entire time with you, but I will agree to go out with you one more time.”

“That’s a start. I’ll take it.”

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One additional date turned into three. Before I knew it, Giorgio and I were spending time together every day. He was funny and charming. If he did indeed have a wife, she was very stupid. The man spent a shit ton of time with me. There was no way my man could be away from me that long without me being suspicious.

I would have all kinds of questions. Where are you? What are you doing? Who are you with? Oh, he would be sick of me. There would be no way he could get away with having another family. He had to be single. No way any woman would put up with his long absences. Since I couldn’t be sure that he was being honest, I decided to ask the one person in the world who always told me the truth.

“Hello.”

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