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"For starters, the fact that you're a virgin. That means if I fuck you, Delia, you’re mine. All mine. Do you understand?"
"Mmmhmmm." The poor girl is distracted, her pupils blown wide with clear arousal, and her nails digging into my shoulders.
I slide a hand over her mouth. "I didn't hear an answer, princess. Use your words."
Delia focuses enough to give me a real answer. "I'm yours."
Satisfaction flashes inside of me. "Good girl."
I move my hand, and this time, I don't bother easing her into it. My mouth crushes against hers, and I swallow the moan she lets out.
"That's it, sweetheart. Let me make you feel good."
I reach down and pull her shorts off, tossing them to the side, and then yank her t-shirt over her head, leaving her naked on my lap. I'm unprepared for it—the creamy expanse of her skin, the pink tip of her full breasts, the generous curve of her hips, and her soft, puffy pussy. All for me.
"You are so fucking beautiful," I tell her, cupping her tits and pinching and circling her nipples with my fingers until she quietly moans.
She licks her lips. "Should we move to the bedroom?"
"No. Fuck that." I stroke a hand down her bare back, and she shivers. "This is my house. Now give me that sweet mouth again."
She does, swaying into me, and the connection of our mouths is electric. Our tongues tangle, and she whimpers.
"Spread your legs, baby," I tell her between kisses.
Delia wiggles on my lap, spreading a little. "Like this?"
"Wider. You're doing so well, princess."
I stroke her thighs, up and down, getting closer to her wet cunt each time, until she's panting with need. "Dean, please."
My pulse is thrumming in my ears. I want to hear the words from her mouth, want to hear her beg me for it. "Please what?"
"Touch me."
"Where?" I tease, nipping at her neck and jaw, soothing the bites with my tongue as I go. She tilts her head back, hair falling behind her like a waterfall. I suck one nipple into my mouth, cupping her other breast in my hand. “Here?”
The noise she makes for me….God, it could kill a man. She drags her nails over my scalp as she responds, “Yes, there and…”
“Where, Delia?”
"You know where!” she huffs, frustrated.
I smirk. "I want you to say it, baby. Tell me where you want me to touch you."
She swallows. "My pussy. I want you to touch my pussy."
“Like this?” I stroke one finger through her folds, and she moans. "You're soaking wet for me."
"Yesss." All the air comes out of her lungs in a rush.
I stroke her again and again until her hips are rocking, trying to get more. I love the way her breath hitches when I touch her clit. I circle her, and her head falls back, her hands gripping my shoulders.
"Good girl. You look so pretty like this. All spread out for me, wet and desperate."
"Yes." She gasps again.
Fuck, I can’t believe I have her here, so ready and willing. Was it really just yesterday I first met her and felt that zing of our instant connection? It feels longer…it feels like Delia has always been here, has always been destined to be naked and writhing on my lap.
