Page 83 of DeLucas After Dark

I let out a strangled laugh. “Merry Christmas, my love.”

His gorgeous smile takes over his handsome face and my sex spasms, my chest filled with love for my man. I gently run my fingers over his features. Touching him like it’s our first time, like I haven’t seen him in months, like he’s a soldier returning from the battlefield.

“How was your trip?”

He lets out a low chuckle. “Fine. Till that fucking storm.”

I giggle, pushing him down for a quick press of our lips.

“It’s so good to have you back, baby.”

He pulls me into his big chest, strong arms wrapped around my body, nuzzling the side of my face, lips on my skin.

“It’s good to be home.”

The low rumble of his voice courses through my body, sending thrills all over, the peaks of my nipples hardening even more, rubbing into his soft chest hair. I moan into the crook of his neck. Joey’s answering purr sends a shiver down my spine and I tighten my arms around him, rolling my hips to meet the shallow thrusts of his engorged shaft through my throbbing folds.

“Baby,” I moan. “I need you.”

He lifts his head and I’m floored all over again by his beautiful face. Jet black hair askew, thick, inky eyebrows, that Medici nose, the cut cheekbones and jaw, and that mouth… Full, pouty, pink lips I could kiss on for a lifetime. And the possessive grasp of his big hands, the inferno blazing in his somber eyes. His ragged breathing and throbbing cock. All of him says his mine and I’m his. All fucking his. For eternity and beyond. As lasting as the boulder size rock on my finger.

Joey’s stare is intense, unwavering. “What do you need, princess?” His voice thick and feral.

“I need you to make love to me,” I moan. “Fuck me,” I whimper when his fingers roll a taut nipple, the zing of pleasure coursing straight to my clit.

“Is that all, my queen? Cause you know you can have whatever the fuck you want.” He kisses my neck, licking and biting, sucking on my trembling flesh.

“Anything… everything,” I moan again, fingers digging into his massive shoulders, once more brought to the frontier of ecstasy. My pussy soaking his long, thick, hard shaft with each slide through my folds. The bulbous head rubbing all over my clit, then gliding down to my entrance, barely giving me an inch before retreating.

“As you wish, my love,” Joey rumbles. Then he wraps my thighs around his waist, fills his hands with my big ass, and pushes inside me.

Slowly, deliciously, tortuously. Like It’s never gonna end. Like we have all day. Like he’s inside me to stay.

I let out a loud gasp when his cockhead breaches through my damp, swollen folds, my cunt contracting to suck him in further. “Haaaa, baby!”

“Yes, my love. Right. Fucking. Here,” He grits between clenched teeth, punctuating each word with a slap of his balls on my bouncing ass as he thrusts wildly inside me.

The amazing friction of his dick inside me spreads through my body like a wildfire. It feels so fucking good. So right. Perfect. “Oh My God! Joey!”

He leans in and takes my mouth in a long, deep mouth-fucking, grinding into me, our pelvises connected. He bites my bottom lip and sucks the sting away. Squeezes and spreads my ass-cheeks. I feel so fucking full. Owned, possessed, taken. All fucking his. His big dick pulsating inside me, my wetness dripping down his heavy balls, our tongues swirling around each other. Our hearts beating a mile a minute.

“I’m so fucking close,” I whimper into his mouth.

“Fuck, me too,” Joey growls back, his parted lips still pressed to mine.

He kisses me again, and I lose myself in the sensations. His big body surrounding me, the feel of his flushed skin, our mingled scents, the taste of him, his fat cock thrusting into me… I explode into a million pieces, and Joey keeps holding me tight through spasm after spasm of my orgasm. I hear myself wail, feel my body trash, but that’s all in the background of my mind. All that matters, all I’m fully aware of is the devastating pleasure coursing through every cell of my body. The blinding love filling my heart. The man loves and fucks me like no other.

And I barely start recovering from my orgasm that Joey slams into me with a rapid succession of mighty thrusts.

“fuck, baby… you feel so goddamn fucking good,” he roars, planting himself to the hilt, spurting rope after thick, hot rope of his cum inside me, sending me into another spiral of pleasure.

“Annnnhhhh! Joey!!” I cry out.

“Yes! Fuck! Maddie! Yes, baby! So goddamn good!”

His arms are so tight around me it hurts, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. My big, strong, bad boy. My lover. The man who lay down his life for me and my world a fairytale.

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