Page 97 of DeLucas After Dark

“Ah!” Simone shivered in shock. It was close to its limit, and I recognized that, but there was more to give.

I placed the wand on her clit and stroked it lightly. Her hips bucked towards the sensations, forcing her to ride my hard shaft.

“Yes,” I whispered. In my element, I focused on the feel of her slipping up and down my length. Her hot, wet, velvet grip had me in a chokehold, and I loved it.

The sensations were mind blowing, and I longed for more. The wetness sucking me in and out of her body had me gasping for air. Simone gripped me tighter, making every stroke of her cunt over my erection painfully good. I felt every quiver, every thrust, and how slippery she was. It was fucking amazing, damn near bringing me to my knees. When she gave me that orgasm that I craved, it would set us both off into a whirlwind of pleasure.

Indescribable sounds left her lips like the sweetest melody. Strangled moans, half groans, and pathetic cries implied how much her body loved this. Simone needed this as much as I did. I clicked the wand up two speeds and those sounds grew louder. I wound my hips into her as she pushed into me. The spasms shook her so hard that she could only hold on to the cuffs that kept her in place. Without them, she’d have collapsed long ago. Her hold on to my hardness loosened a little, and I knew it was because of the greed that I’d stirred. Her pussy was a needy girl and loved my ruthless charm.

“It. Hurts.” Simone cried out.

Aaaaah. Now we’re getting somewhere. “Good.” I turned up the speed on high and she screamed. “Time to make you cry.”

I held the wand firmly in place as her body shook hard. There was no need for me to move, since she’d tightened around me again and the spasms gripped me in the best way. Vibrating around me, I was on edge, too. It was time. Simone’s moans took everything out of her, leaving her gasping for each breath. Fuck! I grabbed her hips, holding on to the last of my resolve.

Simone’s orgasm ripped forward, and she growled like the fiercest cat in the wild. I’d tamed her into embracing that animalistic nature when it called. She took hold of the beast and didn’t let go. Her hips moved violently, fucking me eagerly as she took that ball of lust and rode it hard–good. I gave her as she gave me. My body was a mess of spasms that manifested and released into her. I howled, letting go of everything and it was fucking unreal how good I felt.

We were soaked in everything us, and I cared not. I removed the wand from Simone’s clit and slowly withdrew from her folds. I stumbled backward, realizing I was just as fucked up. She was floating, and it gave me the time to find some sort of balance. Beautifully spent, I carried her to our bed and pulled the duvet over us. Off on my own high, I let us ride out the feelings until we were both competent.

I woke to her nibbling my lips, and I smiled. “Hey there.”

“Mmm … Hello, Beast.” Simone paused to respond and then went back to her kissing fest.

“How are you feeling?” I asked.

“Well used.” She laid her head on my chest, and I cuddled her closer.

“Good. You wore me out.” I confessed.

“That makes two of us. Thank you, Beast.”

I rumbled in approval. “Welcome. Sleep with me, Firefly.”

She nodded and mumbled. “Yes.”

When I closed my eyes, I saw Simone in a wedding dress, walking down the aisle to me. She wore a beautiful off-white gown, and my focus was on her. We got married and I couldn’t stop smiling. We had a small reception, and then time sped up, showing me our three children. Two girls and a boy.

One step at a time, DeLuca.

Except my future with her was like a constant freight train coming at me full speed. I needed to either take the wheels and drive or get the hell out of the way. There was only one choice for me.

I’m not a fucking coward and I wish somebody besides me would try to drive this son of a bitch. This was my goddamn train and owned the fucking track, too.

Try to stop me.

SIMONE

Dinner was amazing, as usual. You’d think with as many people present as there were, that there would be nothing left. Nope. She’d barely made a dent in these pans. Everything was served in the long, deep foil pans. Every surface in the kitchen had food on it. Counters, the stove, the island, and even the smaller table that was in there where Beni and I had eaten breakfast for the first time.

In the dining room, she’d extended the main table and then added another beside it. I’d never seen anything like it. The food was divided into sections, giving the desserts their own area. That’s where Beni snuck up behind me and kissed along my neck while wrapping his arms around me.

“I think your mother likes my family.” He whispered.

“Agreed. She’s sweet on Amina and Max.” I giggled.

“I know. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that she was flirting with him.”

“No, that’s just her southern hospitality. Friendly to everybody. I’m surprised that after my father passed that she didn’t go back to Alabama where she’s from.” I used to wonder if she’d only stayed here because I was here. Though I didn’t want her to leave, I did want her to be happy.

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