Dirty Delilah(13)

She could smell it in the air—sex and motor oil. Asa and her own arousal. The vinyl of the bike’s seat slipped against her breasts and she tilted her hips, her underwear feeling tight and confining on her skin.

She could hear his breathing deepen behind her. Feel his need for her. “You want it, don’t you?” he moaned. “Want me to spank you and fuck you here, on this old bike instead of my bed.”

She had no desire to deny it. “Yes.”

“Dirty Delilah,” he murmured. “I knew you were perfect for me.”

With the first cupped blow, his palm landed on one cheek of her ass over her underwear and she shouted as the skin stung with heat. And then he smacked the other with more force and she cried out again.

“I need to see it, Del.” She held on to the machine as he pulled her underwear to her thighs impatiently. But he didn’t take them off. “Spread your legs. Wider. A little bit…yes. Fuck yes, that is exactly what I want to see. All that pink, glowing skin.”

The elastic of her panties dug into her thighs as her position held them in place. He came up beside her, so close that when she turned her head she could see his heavy shaft flushed and hard opening the open fly of his jeans. She wanted to taste him.

He started to spank her again and her eyes closed as she gasped for breath. Yes. Yes. Asa. Oh don’t stop, please.

His fingers slid between her thighs and caressed the lips of her sex. “So wet,” he rasped. “Wet and begging for more. Will you, Delilah? Will you beg me to fuck you? Because I don’t think I can wait anymore.”

He wanted her complete surrender. “Please, Asa. I want you inside me. I’ve always wanted you. Fuck me. Please fuck me. Don’t make me wait.”

His fingers left her body and she heard the sound of foil tearing as he slipped a condom on. She started to close her legs to drop her underwear to the floor but he stopped her. “Don’t fucking move, Del. Keep those legs spread just like that.”

His chest pressed against her back and his arm pulled her close as he guided his cock inside her. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he groaned. “God, you’re ready for me aren’t you? Tight and hot and ready for all of me.”

“Yes.” He was filling her. Inside her so deep. Better than any fantasy.

Asa.

He pushed her hair over one shoulder and buried his face in her neck. “Delilah. My Delilah.”

His hand slid up to cup her breast, the other gripping her hip as he started his slow, deep rhythm. So deep.

“Asa, please.”

“Yes,” his voice was rich with arousal. “I know, baby. I know what you want. Hard and fast and dirty. You want the bad boy to fuck you so deep you can’t walk tomorrow. You want scratches and bite marks and maybe a little more spanking.”

Yes. Oh God, yes.

“But I want this,” he continued. His strokes long and slow. “Eleven years. Twelve if you count the first time I got off in my bed imagining your legs spread for me. I tried to satisfy myself with other women—”

When she tensed against him, his grip on her hip tightened and his hips powered against hers with more force. She was helpless. Her underwear and the weight of his body made it nearly impossible to move away. “But it didn’t matter what or who I did, I was still hungry. Still dreaming of this tight paradise.”

“Fuck.”

Asa’s laugh was strained. “Yeah. But the kicker is, it’s better than I ever imagined. And now that I know it? I’m not sure I’ll be able to stay away. Not sure I’ll be able to go more than a few hours for the rest of my life without sinking inside my new addiction.”

His words were destroying her will, his body making hers its slave. Every inch of her skin, every cell was alive. Electric. Focused on him. “Asa. It feels so good. Don’t stop. Fuck me. Any way you want. Anywhere. God, just keep fucking me.”

He swore and jerked against her. “Delilah, baby, you asked for it.”

She lifted her hand from the bike and stretched her arm to brace it against the wall when Asa picked up his pace and started fucking her harder, giving her exactly what she’d been begging for despite his determination to take his time. “Yes. Jesus, Asa, yes!”

“Knew I’d love it.” His voice was guttural now. Breathless. “Hearing you say it while I was inside you. Say it again.”

He slung his hips hard against her, filling her completely and shaking the bike’s frame. “Yes! Yes. Fuck, yes.”

He pulled out of her, and before she could cry in protest, he‘d ripped off her underwear and was straddling the bike, draping her legs over his and lowering her onto his cock again. “Ride me, Delilah,” he muttered. “Show me how you can ride.”