My cock pulses, and I curse under my breath. “Your pussy was sore because of me?” I repeat, my hand sliding down her body, between her thighs, to gently cup her sex over her dampening panties.
She bites her lip and nods.
Memories flash through my mind. I’d tried to be gentle—Iwasgentle—but I’m not surprised. And when we’d finished and I’d looked down to find her covered in blood, something deep and primal had taken over me. Not lust. No, somethingprotective. Like she was mine now, and nothing would ever touch her.
I shake my head. “I wanna say I’m sorry for that, but that’d be a lie,” I murmur. Thinking about Delilah going about her day, sore, a constant reminder of me, of what we did, my cock deep inside of her—it’s making me fucking feral. “The thought of your tight, perfect, little pussy sore because of me?” I run my hand up the back of her head, through her hair, tightening softly, grasping at the nape of her neck. She opens her mouth, a soft gasp coming free. “Fuck, Trouble, it just makes me wanna make that pussy sore again.”
She whimpers at that, and shit, I’m gonna have to concentrate hard on not coming in my fucking pants.
“Is that what you want?” I ask.
She nods, and I open my mouth, but she beats me to it. “Yes,” she whines.
I grin. “Good girl.”
I grasp her face, pressing my lips against hers for one last kiss before I spin her around and bend her over my bed. She yelps in surprise, but I go to work brushing the hair from the nape of her neck and kissing softly across her skin until she relaxes into the mattress. I run my hands over her body, and even though she’s still clothed in the sexy, little, black dress she’s wearing, the fabric is thin, and I can feel every inch of her. My hands reach the hem of her skirt, lifting it up and exposing her ass.
She glances over her shoulder, up at me, and I gently knead the flesh of her ass, raising my eyebrows in question. “You okay with all this, Trouble?” I ask.
It’s a serious question.
“Yeah,” she answers with a nod, arching her back.
I reach for her panties, kneeling before the bed as I slowly pull them down, pressing kisses as I go—her cheeks, her ass, the tops of her thighs, all the way down her legs. And when I’vetossed the panties aside, I gently spread her legs and lean in to run my tongue along her glistening slit.
She bucks in response, whimpering into the mattress.
Fuck, she tastes good. She tastes so fucking good. And the fact that I’m the only man who’s ever tasted her? It makes me so hard, I might come in my pants.
And the thought of any other man ever tasting her?
Utterly unacceptable.
The thought startles me. Almost stops me. Because … what does that mean? But Delilah moans softly, and my head is back in the game, pushing everything from my mind except for her and me and this moment right now.
I stand, unbuckling my belt, undoing my pants, and pulling a condom from my wallet. I slide it on and position myself at her entrance. I can sense her tensing at the contact, and I have to remind myself that while she’s technically no longer a virgin, this is only her second time.
I run a hand gently up her back, leaning down to kiss her jawline. “Relax, Delilah,” I whisper. “Let me take care of you.”
She melts into the bed with a soft sigh, and I sink into her. She’s still tight—so fucking tight—and she whimpers into the mattress, squeezing the bedsheets on either side of her.
“Breathe, baby,” I whisper in her ear. “Are you okay?”
She nods vehemently, unintelligible sounds coming out of her, but a string of them I do understand: “I’m making noise because—it’sgood,” she whines.
And that’s all I need to hear. Elbows propped on either side of her, I begin thrusting in and out. Her body jostles on the bed, her moans muffled by the comforter.
“Such a good girl,” I praise, pressing my lips to the back of her head, inhaling the smell of her strawberry shampoo. “So good, so good for me.”
“Graham,” she whines into the sheets.
“That’s it, baby,” I praise. “You take it so well.”
She arches her back, pushing back against me, and I grip the swell of her ass, squeezing hard. “I love that I’m the only man who’s ever fucked you,” I murmur, pounding into her harder, the idea spiraling within me, cementing itself deep. “The only man who gets to have this perfect cunt.” Delilah gasps, and I reach up, grasping a handful of her hair at the nape of her neck and leaning down to whisper in her ear, “You like that too, Trouble?”
She nods frantically, moaning.
Fuck, I’m not gonna last long. Normally that’s not an issue for me, but I don’t know what it is about today, this night, this girl—but everything is falling apart at the seams.
