“Oh god.”
“Not god, baby. Just Owen.”
“Move,” she gritted out.
As if I could do anything else.
With my palms settled on her cheeks, keeping them spread apart, I watched in fascination as my cock disappeared inside her.Slowly, I increased my pace, and Delia’s cries increased in volume as I did. Her legs shook as she struggled to keep herself upright, so as gently as I could while staying buried inside her, I banded an arm around her waist and lifted her, carrying us around to the front of the couch. With my cock still in her ass, she gingerly crawled onto the cushions, folding herself in half until her face rested against the cool leather.
Seeing her like that undid me, and the fucking wheels came off.
“Hold on,” I said in warning before I unleashed.
I fucked her recklessly, pounding relentlessly in and out of her. And she met me thrust for thrust, her hand disappearing between her thighs, flicking against her clit.
“No,” I growled, swatting her hand away. “My pussy.”
“Okay, daddy,” she said, moaning long and loud when I buried three fingers inside her.
I pounded into her roughly from both sides, my hips and hand moving in perfect tandem, driving her higher and higher. I’d never heard her moan like that, so loud, so unrestrained, as though I was tearing her apart from the inside and the only thing that would save her was letting her come. And as her orgasm built, my own gathered at the base of my spine, balls drawing in, preparing to unleash on her.
“You can rub your clit now, baby.”
Her hand flew to that bundle of nerves, circling roughly in time with mine fucking her, and a few pumps later, she shattered, a scream tearing free from her throat, my name on her lips.
“That’s it, Whiskey,” I said through gritted teeth. “You let everyone know who fucks you this good.”
“Come, O,” she gasped.
I did as commanded, spilling hot and long inside her. My entire body shook with the force of it, the edges of my vision darkening, every thought vacating me but a single word.
“Delia!” I shouted, my movements erratic as I worked us both through it.
That orgasm—fuck, it went on forever. I swear I lived entire lifetimes in the span of the minute we blew apart and were pieced back together.
The second I returned to my body, I pulled my fingers and cock free, sitting down and gathering Delia against my chest. I peppered her face and hair with kisses.
“You okay?”
“I think I died and came back to life,” she said, and I choked on a laugh. When she tilted her head to look at me, her eyes were heavily lidded, a blissed out smile playing on her lips. “I’ve never come that hard before.”
“Me either,” I agreed. “But how do you…feel?”
Delia giggled. “My ass will survive, QB. But your cock is massive so I’m going to be a little sore.”
I lifted her off my lap and rose to my feet. “Let me clean you up, then we can go home.”
“What about dinner?” she asked sleepily.
I raised a brow at her. “You really want to be in public after that?”
She giggled. “No.”
“Exactly. So we’re going home.”
“But which home are we talking about?”
I returned from the bar with a wet cloth, and she shifted to letme wipe her up. The scene would’ve made me laugh—her ankles banded together and trapped by her jeans—if that orgasm hadn’t altered my brain chemistry.
