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“Fuck, you are so beautiful, Del. Just look at you,” he growled, tugging my pink cotton briefs off my thighs.
My cheeks burned, and I wished I’d worn something sexier, but unless I knew I was dressing for smexy times, cotton was what I went with. And I told him so, but he just scoffed, tucking my underwear into his back pocket.
“There is nothing sexier than a girl in cotton panties. It’s like every high school fantasy come to life, baby. And I am keeping those. They’re mine now.”
“Are you kidding?” I giggled, but he wasn’t.
Still fully clothed, Sonny crashed his mouth onto mine and there was something deeply erotic in that. His clothes brushed against my sensitized skin, and I didn’t know what turned me on more, the feel of his denim covered cock pressing against my pussy, or the way his tongue worked my nipples.
“Fuck, baby. Look how hot you are. You got my jeans all wet with your delicious pussy,” he growled, sliding down my body until he was half on the sofa, and half kneeling at the apex of my thighs.
He didn’t wait for me to move or adjust or do anything before his tongue was filling me. Head back, I moaned long and loud as he fucked me with his mouth, plundering all my secrets with skill and want.
“Don’t you fucking look away, baby. That’s right,” he growled, sticking two thick fingers into my slit. “Eyes on me. I wanna watch you come all over my face.”
That did it. He barely touched me again, and I came apart all over him. Sonny’s grin looked feral as he lifted himself up, unzipped his pants, and unsheathed his glorious cock. Last time we had sex, it was dark, and after I sheathed him with the condom, I didn’t really have a chance to look at him. This was the first time I’d really seen his dick, and ohmyfuckinggawd, it was huge.
“See something you like?”
“Yes. You,” I growled, reaching for his cock, but he moved back, sucking air through his teeth.
“Uh uh. You do as I say, Del. That’s my rule.”
He reached out and put his massive hand over my pussy, teasing the hole with the tips of two fingers. Fuck. It wasn’t nearly enough.
“When we are like this, I own this pussy. And I’ll feed my pussy when I say so. Now, up on your knees,” he commanded.
I did as he said, climbing onto my knees on the sofa. It was small, now that I looked at it, and I wondered about logistics. But I should have trusted Sonny to have that all figured out. Pants still on but his dick out, he nudged me aside, sitting on the sofa. Then he pulled me over, settling me on top of his lap.
“Roll it on,” he grunted, handing me a condom.
I had to scooch back to do what he asked, and I gasped at what I saw. A dark, wet stain on his pants made my cheeks flame. I’d done that.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking hot for me, aren’t you?” he growled, and he didn’t look mad at all.
He looked hot. His shirt was half open now and the tantalizing glimpses I had of his tattooed chest made my mouth water. He pulled me closer, lifting my hips until I could feel his latex sheathed head at my entrance.
Then he lowered me onto him, slowly, so fucking slowly. We both groaned aloud when he finally filled me, and for the first time in days, I felt like a whole person again. Warning bells went off inside me, but it was too late. Sonny had already started moving, and I fell into the rhythm guaranteed to change my life forever.
“Stay with me, Del. Right here with me,” he growled, and I nodded.
I didn’t want to be anywhere else.
Chapter Six
Sonny
After christening her storage room, I convinced Delani to come back with me to my place. I lived in a newly renovated monster of a house, a big old Victorian on a cul de sac not twenty minutes from where both our stores sat. It had everything I never had growing up, a three-car garage, indoor swimming pool, dining room, custom kitchen, expensive furniture some interior designer picked out for me—but it was missing something.
Looking at Delani, I knew exactly what that was, too. She offered me a smile, eyes widening as I pulled into the garage I’d just opened with a click of my remote. Damn, she was so fucking beautiful.
I didn’t want to spend the night away from her. With the promise of a meal and some real talk, she agreed to come home with me, and I could have danced the whole way home. I didn’t, of course. But I could have, and that made all the fucking difference in the world.
Delani looked perfect sitting in the front seat of my suped up SUV. I didn’t drive sports cars anymore, living on the east coast, I felt big was the way to go. Besides, it came in handy when I had to make special trips to the distillery.
February was cold as fuck in New Jersey, but I turned on the heated seats and the trip to my house was comfy and cozy. Except for the uncomfortable bar inside my jeans. Fuck. I just came not a half hour ago, and I was raring to go again.
Never before. Never like this.
