“I can get a little rough,” he cautioned with another
light press against her throat.
Intuition – or was it optimism? – told him that Delaney
wouldn’t mind, and the erratic pulse trilling against his hand was
confirmation. There was an energy
simmering beneath her skin that he recognized as a smokier version of her usual
boldness. She would take everything he
chose to give and ask for it again.
“Do what you need to do, erastí̱s.” Her slow, quiet
approval grabbed him by the dick and jerked painfully. “I’m sure I’ll like it.”
“Translation?” he breathed thickly through the
motherfucking anticipation hanging in the air like smog.
“’Lover’.”
The hand encasing the slender column of Delaney’s neck abruptly
fell away.
He was out of patience and rose, pulling her along to
follow through the corridors that brought them to the bedroom. Fastening both hands around her slender waist,
it took no effort to toss her tiny body into the middle of the king-sized bed.
Her dark hair and dress were a sooty smudge against the colorless
bedding, and he planted one knee in the mattress to loom ominously over the
woman who lay flat on her back. The
thoughts ruling his mind leaned more toward selfishness than forthrightness,
but Jon was going to voice them, anyway.
“'Mou' isn’t just
an endearment, Delaney. You’re
mine. Your body belongs to me.”
She went from flat on her back to being propped up on
elbows, and the soles of dainty feet scraped enticingly against the bedcovers
when sliding to meet her backside. The
sound alone was enough to evoke images of tangled sheets and hair, but the
calculated move slid her skirt to seductive heights.
When her lacy black crotch finally released his gaze, Jon
found Delaney blinking leisurely up at him.
“How about I loan it to you and we debate custody later?”
Fuck, yes.
“Alright.” Jon
shrugged out of his shirt and blindly tossed it at a chair. “But I don’t wanna borrow the dress. How about you get rid of it?”
“Sure.”
She gave a single tug on a string he hadn’t seen until
now, and the black fabric slithered open to pool at her sides. One leg
straightened while the other stayed bent, leaving Delaney posed for her Playboy
shoot. A skimpy bra was the same black
as the panties with satin instead of lace, and it almost couldn’t contain her
abundant curves.
Jon immediately reached to offer his assistance by
palming the two fleshy cantaloupes. They
were decadently heavy, and he immediately imagined how much he’d like having
his dick crushed between them.
“Jesus Christ, you’ve got a lot of titty for such a little
girl.”
“I may be little, but I’m far from a girl,” she chuckled
throatily, trailing her fingers along an abdomen that was as flat as her chest
was curved. The graceful swell of her
hips begged to be gripped, but the naughty vixen had decided she wanted to
tease by stroking the soft stretch of flesh below her navel and threatening to go
lower.
It would never make it past the threatening stage,
because Jon snatched those fingers up for a punishing nip. Her eyes dilated when he kissed away the
sting and advised, “Mine. No touching
without permission.”
“I don’t need your permission.”
One of her precisely groomed eyebrows arched with censure,
drawing his balls up with it. Delaney
was going to be worth every minute he’d waited to have her here.
“We’ll see,” he murmured, sucking lightly on the pads of
her fingers just to witness her lids sag under the weight of lust.
When each of the five were shiny with his saliva, he
folded them all into a fist except for the middle one. That finger he pushed between puckered lips,
not stopping until it was seated in his mouth well-below the second
knuckle. Then, he curled his tongue
around it and sucked while slowly pulling it free. The very tip skidded softly off his bottom
lip as she bit hers.
“You like that?” One of Jon’s hands still enclosed her
fist but the other flicked the first button on his fly as she purred her
affirmation. “Me, too. That’s why you’re gonna do it to my….”
The words simply trailed off as she tucked her knees
under her and withdrew from his grasp to start working his fly with both
hands. Drawing him out of the open
buttons, Delaney peered up at him through her lashes and licked her lips.
Damn, he was going to enjoy her.
After a couple of lazy strokes, those fresh-glossed lips
rounded around the head that was already turning purple and slid partway down
the shaft. Her eyes found his with some
unspoken message that he didn’t quite catch and Delaney used the free hand to
pick up Jon’s, placing its palm on the back of her head.
“Get a little rough,” she invited, her hot breath
steaming skin that hadn’t seen the inside of a woman in months. “Please.”
His hard-on jerked in her grasp, instinctively
understanding what she wanted before Jon did.
It took him a couple of seconds to lift his other hand to join the
first. Her lips closed over him again,
and when she stopped partway this time, he applied a pressure that took the
decision out of her hands.
Breath found its way out her nostrils and Delaney’s chin
lifted to make room for more as he pulled her face closer. He’d been with a lot of women and knew that
it wasn’t disgust that rumbled in the back of her throat. She was getting off on this.
“You want me to fuck your mouth, baby? Huh?” Jon challenged thickly, twisting his
fingers until her hair tangled around every knuckle. “Fuck it balls deep like I’m gonna do to your
pussy?”
A muffled moan told him that’s exactly what she wanted,
and he used the tangled hair to bob her up and down on his dick in a way most
women deemed taboo. Some thrusts were a
little harder, catching her unaware, but she liked it. Looking down to see her dress hanging open,
soft titties bouncing inside their satin captivity and nimble fingers working
inside her panties, Jon knew his initial instincts about his Greek goddess were
on the money. Delaney was going to take everything
and ask for seconds.
“Feels so good, Mou.
You suck it so good. I’d come
right now if I didn’t want your pussy so bad.”
His shaft was slick and wet barreling into lips that had
grown puffy, and she rode one hand while scratching at his thigh with the
other.
He’d give anything to flatten her nose against his crotch
and blow down the back of her throat, but he was doing the Delaney sampler
platter tonight. No full courses, only
appetizers. Repeating that to himself,
he stabilized her head and jerked his dick out with a wet ‘pop’ that made his balls spasm.
The next time his dick made that noise, it would be buried where her
wayward hand was now.
Still clutching tangled tresses, he tugged so that she
looked up at him. Shallow breaths snuck
in and out between parted lips that were swollen with the effort of sucking
him. The luscious oval was stained the same
deep pink as her cheeks and dilated black pupils reflected his desire.
“You’re the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
Delaney had thought her heart couldn’t beat any
harder. He domineeringly clung to her
hair in the way men of her fantasies did – just hard enough to be on the right side
of painful and without any intention of letting go. His arousal bobbed in the open fly of jeans
he had yet to remove, seeking to burrow back between her lips. He glowered with a passion that started a new
flood between her legs.
All of that put her well-above the optimal heart rate,
but when he croaked out that she was beautiful.
“Gamíseis.” She commanded, blindly reaching for his jeans
and tugging. The need to feel him on
her, in her, and over her was overwhelming.
He was gorgeous, he was sexy, he was wired to play the games she liked
to play. Delaney physically ached to be
his. “Eímai dikós sou.”
“English.” The
stark command came with clenched fists that tugged at her roots.
“You know the first part.”
“Fuck me,” he recited in an undertone. “And the second?”
“I am yours.”
The rumble in that incredibly contoured and furry chest
went on for a solid five seconds before Jon’s hands flexed wide and retreated to
shove his pants down to the floor. When
he kicked them aside, broad palms found both sides of Delaney’s face, and his lips
locked onto hers for a breath before parting and possessing them.
The mattress hit her shoulder blades as one of those
meaty paws pushed at a satin bra cup, popping out its occupant. His thick tongue filled her mouth almost as
completely as the part of him blatantly digging into her belly. He left no room for breath. No room for taste. No room for anything but him as he took a
full, intimate inventory of what he considered his.
He licked the insides of her lips, both top and
bottom. He explored the soft grotto
under her tongue. He tickled the roof of
her mouth while tasting the topography.
He suckled her tongue until she thought it would detach.
All the while, she was climbing the length of his back
with greedy hands, stroking every cut muscle from his neck to fabled
backside. He was a work of art, and when
kisses of ownership shifted from her mouth to take in a swollen breast, she
tunneled fingers through the silver mane whose texture tickled in the most
titillating way.
Sharp teeth found the pebbled tip that craved attention
and her neck arched sharply in reaction, with both heels lodging deep in the
bed. This was no gentle nibble, but he’d
already discerned that gentle wasn’t really her thing.
Sex was a physical act, and as with all physical
activities, some people challenged themselves to push to boundaries. This was Delaney’s extreme sport. Testing her limits was a thrill-seeking
adventure, and when he uncovered the other breast for its share of attention,
she placed his hand atop the abandoned mate.
Jon didn’t hesitate in accepting the direction. The love line, heart line and life-line in
his palm grated her gluttonous flesh and the callousness was excruciating perfection. A low, keening noise was ripped from the
woman who gyrated against the linens.
“Gamíseis.”
That earned a firm chomp for her nipple that had her
crying out as his head lifted. With hair
completely disheveled beneath the touch that tortured it and eyes shielded by
smoked glass, he gave the appearance of a wild man – one who was ready to get
down to business.
Or so she thought when he withdrew to unceremoniously
jerk at panties that had only been in the way so far tonight. They disappeared… somewhere that she didn’t
notice because a finger was being jammed inside her.
The act itself was harmless since Delaney was too wet to
create any friction, and the bulky digit slid in without protest from her
body. It only elicited a sigh of
pleasure and quiet Greek babble as he knelt beside her. Stunning features were carved into
contemplative repose, as though he struggled with the decision of what came
next.
The way he hooked that invasive finger in just the right
way to lift her off the bed was a good start, and she commended him with words
he wouldn’t recognize.
“Your Greek makes me horny, Mou. The question is… how do I want to remedy that
problem?”
“Gamíseis,” spilled
forth unconsciously under his blistering scrutiny. The thumb strumming her slick folds as ably
as a guitar demanded music, and it was the only chord she knew.
“Yes, but which part
to fuck? Hmm?” The remorseless fingers of the non-strumming
hand reclaimed Delaney’s tangled tresses, fisting hard enough to compel a
guttural moan as the gruff pondering continued.
“Do I fill that dirty mouth of yours?
Or slide between those phenomenal fucking tits? Or slam in for a good old-fashioned pussy
pounding? You tempt me in so many ways,
baby.”
“Mounì mou.” A demand for translation was sure to follow,
and she was eager to provide one. She
wanted to see how much blue would fall victim to desirous pupils. Wanted to see just how black those
distinctive eyes could become.
“Tell me.”
The thick demand snatched an aroused breath from Delaney,
and she couldn’t let her hands lie idle any longer. She pulled roughly at her tender nipples and
whispered the taunt intended to trigger the beginning of the end.
“My pussy.”
The hiss of the ‘s’ still hung in the air when he climbed
between her legs, using both knees to crudely part hers wide. It was almost like he couldn’t resist one
more touch and swiped along Delaney’s flooded crease. When he flicked t diamond-hard clit nestled
within, she came up off the bed again, and his harsh chuckle was enough to seize
her inner muscles into a nerve-wracking knot.
“Mou,” he preened arrogantly in a profession of
ownership. The man had no doubt as to
the power he held over her in this moment.
He knew she’d shamelessly
give anything to get the orgasm his gaze promised. “Say the other thing again. Say you’re mine.”
“Eímai dikós… sou!”
The force of his possession wrenched the last word free, and
Delaney almost choked at the depth of it.
One stroke submerged him to the hilt, and she clamped her thighs
together to maintain the age-old connection that was matched by no other. The sharpness of his hipbone chafed against
her as he countered his confinement with a provocative grind of the hips. Both of Jon’s hands burrowed in behind her
head, fingers coiling severely enough to fulfill her most erotic fantasy.
The lure of an epic orgasm unclenched her thighs so that
he could lever back and slam home again.
A flow of mindless sex chatter tumbled from her lips as chest hair scuffed
enflamed nipples, as he swelled inside her womb, as her scalp tingled from the
wickedness of his rule. He was a
hurricane sweeping in with the intent of devastation, and his filthy English
matched her filthy Greek pant for pant as he wreaked mayhem and destruction.
Sweat poured, voices weakened, hands groped everywhere
they should and shouldn’t be, mouths committed sin, and pleasure hovered on the
precipice of pain – until she needed it to become pain.
“Harder! Harder!”
He knew. He knew
that meant everything harder. Jon slammed, he yanked, he ground, he
committed erotic abuse until impatience made him snarl, “Come, goddammit!”
And that’s when the eye of the hurricane settled over
Delaney. Utter peace and tranquility established
itself in her soul a split second before she was struck with devastation that
convulsed her against his hard body – battering and bruising her against the
hard rocks of muscle as he howled into the fray.
She was still gasping for air when the rocks became pillows,
and his violent grip gentled to a dove’s wing.
A silken touch accompanied sweetly murmured words of praise, and his possession
shifted to a soothing presence. His
perfect weight blanketed her while easy lips pressed against a pulse that may
never stop pounding.
He knew.
He knew and understood like no one ever had.
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