She’s breathless, her eyes squinting and her hands bracing her desperate, trembling body.
“You’re so damn wet,” I moan. “Are you wet for me, baby?”
“Yes.” She releases a shaky exhalation. “For you.”
Gripping her wrist, I bring it behind her back until her fingers are wrapped around my cock.
“You feel that?” I ask.
“Mm, hm,” she moans.
“I’m so hard for you, baby,” I whisper into her ear. “I’m going to fuck you against this wall, Delilah. Right here, right now, in my house, you belong to me.”
Her lips purse together as she nods, swallowing loudly and dragging her palm up and down my cock. I take it from her, positioning it between her ass cheeks and lowering it to her dripping wet pussy.
“I only have one question,” I say.
“Yes?”
“Are you on the pill?”
She nods, her eyes squeezed tight as her fists clench against the wall. With one thrust, I’m inside, fucking her hard and filthy, just the way she likes. With one hand gripping her hip and the other wrapped around the front of her neck, I have complete control.
A woman like Delilah, who controls every aspect of her world, needs this. And shit, she may even need this more than I do.
My cock is wet with her juices as I piston in and out of her from behind, her moans and sighs muffled against the wall.
If this were any other day and she weren’t in a hurry to get out the door, I’d take my time. But I don’t want to make her late.
“You getting close, baby?” I breathe against her ear.
She nods.
“I want you to come all over my cock,” I order, thrusting harder, faster. I gather her wrists in my left hand, holding them high above her head and pinning them to the wall as the sounds of my skin slapping against hers fills the silent hallway.
My cock throbs, my balls squeezing.
Within seconds, I’m spent, her tight pussy accepting every last drop of me.
“Oh, god,” she moans, jaw hanging, face wincing. She pulls in a high-pitched breath before collapsing against me, and I catch her.
I pull my cock from her and watch the remnants of our fuck session drip between her thighs.
“Holy shit.” Her eyes meet mine in the dark hall. “I never knew I could come that quickly. And it was different. It was a different kind of orgasm . . . like it was from the inside?”
Her bewildered gaze is fucking adorable, and I drop a kiss on her fuck-me lips.
“Go get cleaned up,” I say with a wink. “Aunt Rue is probably wondering what the hell is taking you so long.”
“Shit, shit, shit.” She grabs her jeans and panties from the floor, running to the bathroom and cursing my name at the same time. When she comes out a minute later, I walk her to the front door.
“You’re like some kind of sorcerer.” She stops in the doorway, turning to face me.
“Sorcerer?”
“I’m powerless every time I’m around you. It’s like you’re casting a spell or something.”
I laugh. “Not a sorcerer, Delilah. Just a man who knows what he wants.”
And how to get it.
I reach for her hair, brushing a messy tendril into place, and then I straighten the crooked hem of her shirt.
“There,” I say. “Perfect. Now nobody will know I just pounded the shit out of that sweet pussy of yours.”
Her lips twist. “You and that filthy mouth.”
“You know you love it.”
She grips the doorknob, swinging it open. “Goodnight, de la Cruz.”
Good night indeed.
Chapter 15
Delilah
“What are you getting all dolled up for?” I pass Daphne’s bathroom Tuesday night only to see her hair twisted into a towel turban as she curls her lashes. “Hot date tonight?”
She turns, dropping the curler. “Um, yeah. Actually.”
“What? When did this happen? Who?”
“Weston’s taking me out,” she says with a coy grin. “Just dinner and a movie.”
“Does he know you’re leaving in a few days?”
Daphne shrugs. “Yeah. We’re just hanging out. It’s nothing serious.”
I hop up on the counter, watching my sister prep. Glancing at the wide array of beauty products splattered all over the place haphazardly feels just like old times. I always did hate sharing a bathroom with my sisters, but the clutter is oddly nostalgic.
“What about you?” she asks. “You going to the HOA meeting tonight?”
“Oh, god no.” I stick my tongue out of the corner of my mouth.
“Isn’t Zane going to be there?” She says it in a sing-song voice, teasing me.
“Yes, which is exactly why it would be weird if I showed up. I have no business being there. I’ll just look like a stalker.” I slide down from the counter when my stomach growls. I’m two seconds from heating up some leftover pizza and settling in for a House of Cards marathon in Rue’s family room. That’s my idea of a cozy Tuesday night. With Daphne on a date and Rue at the HOA meeting, I’m going to take advantage of this rare me-time opportunity. “Anyway, you and Weston have fun tonight.”