I lean in so my mouth is beside her ear. “And here.”
Her little whimper as I move my hands from her breasts down to her stomach, growling in satisfaction as I realize I can no longer count her ribs under my hands. Even the little pooch she’s developed is so fucking sexy to me.
“Mr. Cross.”
My name is little more than a sigh on her lips as her head tips back, exposing her pale throat in submission.
“Good girl. Let me take care of you, honey. Just focus on feeling what’s going on in your body. Can you do that for me?” I prompt, shifting my hands to her thighs.
“Yes, Mr. Cross,” she breathes, her nipples hardening even further.
I hum in approval as she lets me part her thighs until I can see her core. My cock, which had been half awake this whole time, springs to full, aching hardness against my boxer briefs as I see her folds already wet and glistening.
“So responsive for me. Such a good girl,” I practically purr, reaching out and running two fingers along her outer lips before bringing them to my lips to taste her.
I moan at the rich sweetness that explodes over my tongue, dark chocolate and something uniquely Delilah. I need more, need to drown in that delicious nectar. Leaning forward, I help Delilah to move onto her front, ass in the air and chest to the mattress. I only take a moment to admire the view before I dive into her core, licking long, wide stripes from her clit to the bottom of her entrance.
Delilah moans my name again, her voice a perfect melody in my ears as I devour her pussy, thrusting my tongue as deep as I can inside her, just to feel the fluttering of her walls. She doesn’t squirm or fight, just simply takes what I give. I moan praise between licks, occasionally moving to suck on her clit. But I don’t want to waste a single drop of her essence.
“Mr. Cross, please. Please don’t stop,” Delilah begs, voice high and needy.
I moan against her entrance as I use my tongue to fuck her. I won’t ever stop, not when it comes to giving this beautiful omega pleasure. She’s known so much hardship, and if I can make her forget that for even just a moment, I’m going to do everything in my power to make it happen.
Delilah’s moans and whimpers get higher and louder, and I shift my focus to her clit, sliding two fingers easily into her pussy. Her walls squeeze the digits as I suck and flick her sensitive bud over and over, until I feel her thighs shaking on either side of my head.
“Come for me, honey. Let go and drown me,” I growl when I come up for air.
She doesn’t need more prompting than that. Her toes curl and legs shake, but she doesn’t move away. And then all at once, she screams wordlessly in pleasure, her body bucking as she falls apart. I feel her walls pulsing around my fingers, drawing me in further and refusing to let go. But I fight through it, prolonging her climax until she loses strength in her legs and flops down onto my bed.
I pull my fingers out slowly, chuckling to myself. “Good girl, but I’m not done with you yet.”
Delilah turns her head, looking over her shoulder, her steel gray eyes half lidded and glossy with pleasure. God, she’s so stunning when she’s blissed out like this. But my cock is practically throbbing with the need to be inside her. I give her timeto catch her breath as I undress, my cock dripping precum as it emerges from its confines. Despite the weight she’s put on, Delilah is still easy to manhandle, and I move her further onto the bed before climbing up myself. The harness makes it easy to pull her up with me to the head of the bed, arranging her with pillows under her chest and hips this time to support her on her belly.
“You have the perfect ass, you know that? Just enough to grab onto as I—”
I take two fistfuls of her flesh as I thrust all the way inside her in one movement, Delilah gasping at the sudden fullness. I groan in my throat as her wet heat surrounds me, her walls still fluttering from her first release. I curse under my breath, my eyes fluttering closed for a moment while I enjoy the feeling of her. She’s too perfect for a group of sinners like my pack, but I’ll never be able to let her go. Not when she feels like heaven around my cock.
I start with long, slow thrusts, letting her feel every inch of me. I adjust my angle with each roll, searching, and I know I’ve found the spot when Delilah’s back arches under me, her moan a little choked.
I chuckle again, gripping the ropes crisscrossing around her waist and hips as I pull her back to meet my thrusts. “Does that feel good, honey?”
Delilah nods, hands twisting in her restraints as she tries to find something to hold on to. I let out a little warning growl, going still.
“Use your words, sweetheart. Tell me how good I’m making you feel,” I correct patronizingly.
“Yes, Mr. Cross. You feel so good, Mr. Cross. Please fuck me more. Please, please, please,” Delilah whines.
“Such a polite girl,” I coo, moving my hips again.
I thrust a little faster than before, my hips snapping against her ass. I can’t take my eyes off where I disappear inside her cunt, gritting my teeth as I groan with pleasure. She’s absolutely soaked, my cock gliding in and out with no resistance. Her walls tighten around me, but I don’t stop, mesmerized.
“Mr. Cross, please may I come? Please?” Delilah pants, her body shaking slightly.
“No, not yet. Hold it for me. Can you do that for me, honey?” I grit out, picking up speed.
She nods and lets out a moan that sounds more like a sob. I feel her tense around me, holding back like the perfect girl she is.
“Just like that, good girl. Don’t you come, not yet. You’re going to wait for me, okay? Wait and hold it until we can come together.”
