There might not be stars above us, but they’re in her fucking eyes as she moans around her soaked panties.
I suck harder, scraping my teeth on her clit to make it swell as I add a fourth finger. Letting it go with a wet pop, I lift up enough to let her see me spit on her cunt. “My filthy pain slut of a wife. Play with your ass, push your finger in, feel how you clench, begging for my dick like a needy fucking whore.”
She drops one leg and I quickly push my right elbow on the inside of her knee to stop her moving it as she pushes her hand under her legs, straining her body to reach. And Delilah successfully becomes my left hand as she teases her ass with her middle finger. I spit around the digit, making it easier for her while fucking her harder.
Her screams are muffled as she slowly pushes her middle finger into her tight hole. I pull my fingers out of her cunt to have an unobstructed view, groaning, “Fuck, koukla mou. Add another, stretch your pretty ass.”
A light sheen of sweat coats her chest as she eagerly traces around the ring with her forefinger. I add more spit, watching with rapt fascination as she pushes the tips of two fingers into her ass. My fingers are soaked in her, so as I lay my cheek on the back of her thigh, I clean them while watching her fight the limitations of her contorted body to get more.
“You taste like heaven,” I moan. “We’re going to spend the rest of our lives like this. You on my tongue while you fuck your ass.”
The greedy thing stretches her thumb, trying to fuck her cunt when I haven’t given her permission to. I slap the back of her hand, watching the red stripe bloom as I bite into her thigh. “Be good.” Then I slap her ass. “Or I’ll push you.”
The muffled whimper is like a shot of adrenaline, forcing me to look into her eyes. Those fucking eyes never cease to claim my soul. Pinching my fingers and thumb together, I slowly push into her cunt, feeling her stretch around my knuckles as I softly kiss the back of her thigh.
“You’re so beautiful when you stretch for me,” I softly coo as she tries to scream. “One day you’re going to take my full fucking arm. Everyone will see I’m the only person who can make you into a puppet.”
She moans louder.
“Is that what you need, my little whore?”
She nods.
“For me to control you because I’ll never let anyone else hurt you?”
She nods faster, moaning louder.
I roughly fuck her with my fist once I’m past my knuckles then softly toy with her clit. Her fingers speed up as she tries to match my pace, alternating between the brutal way my fist moves to the tenderness of my tongue.
We work together as one without looking away from each other until her trembling thighs tense and I push my elbow deeper into her stomach. The pressure of her inner walls clenching forces me out before her cum sprays up, soaking my chin. I impatiently seal my mouth over her cunt, drinking every fucking drop while she screams around the gag of her panties.
I push my tongue into her, extending her climax as she shakes, fighting the pleasure. She’s forced to pull her fingers out of her ass from the pressure. I grab her neck, squeezing the sides. Her screams are perfect, vibrating through my hand, making her clench around my tongue as she comes again.
She weakly kicks into my back as goosebumps erupt over her body. When I don’t move, she does it again with more force. I hesitantly move back then lean over her to tug the hem of her panties out of her mouth with my teeth. I spit them on her chest before sealing our lips together. My pretty wife scrapes her nails across my back as she pulls me closer, smiling against me.
“Love you,” she says weakly.
“I’m—”
“Going to go back in your room to finish whatever you’re doing?” Ruby says further away.
Delilah hides in my neck as I turn my head to see my sister-in-law with a steaming cup in her hand, glaring at me on the other end of the balcony leading to her bedroom. She still has one foot on the other side of the threshold as she blocks the door from closing.
“My bad.” I laugh, intensifying her glaring.
82
DELILAH
I’m bright red as we sit at the large kitchen table while Ruby makes breakfast. Kane lightly taps my foot under the table then laughs when I don’t look up. I told him to sit far away from me, so it doesn’t trigger Ruby’s memory, but he has to be an asshole by sitting right next to me, draping his arm on the back of my seat.
Seraphim narrows her eyes at us as she asks, “What’s funny?”
“Nothing,” I whisper.
But her mother turns to look at us over her shoulder. I hunch my shoulders forward to hide from her.
“Did my mom tell you off?” My niece innocently leans closer, whispering, “She does it to me all the time too. I think she doesn’t like anyone having fun because her and my dad are boring.”
