Page 73 of Heartstrings & Horseshoes

All I want is to plow my dick into her until my balls slap her ass, but instead, I’m pumping the brakes.

Her face falls and she withers beneath me. “You don’t…want to…with me?” Delilah’s doubt breaks my heart.

“Baby, all I want is to”—I waggle my eyebrows suggestively—“with you.” Her laugh shoots sparks through my veins.

“I don’t want to push you into anything you’re not ready for.”

Mischief glimmers in her eyes and I know I’m in trouble. She shrugs and feigns indifference.

“You’re right. I’ll just go to bed and make myself come all over my fingers. Alone. I’ve gotten by for years without your cock. What’s one more night?”

The little she-devil. The word cock coming from my angel—the way her mouth rounds into the perfect “o”—makes mine jump in my pants. She wants to play? I’ll play.

“Is that what you did when I worked nights?”

“Mmhmm. Every night before I went to sleep.”

Fuuuuuck.

“Since you stopped working nights, I touch myself as soon as you leave for work in the morning. The bedroom’s humid from your shower, and all I smell is you,” she taunts.

“That so?” I gulp, struggling to keep control of the conversation. My thumbs no doubt pressing too hard into the crease of her hips.

“Mmhmm. Your side of the bed’s still warm, so I take off my pajamas and lay in your spot, rubbing my bare skin all over the sheets that smell like you.”

I’m so hard I can barely pay attention.

“I make myself come with your pillow between my legs.”

Did I die? I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.

“Remember the day I sent you that selfie from bed?”

Yes of course, I fucking remember, I smashed my hand with a hammer because it’s all I could think about.

“Is that what you were doing? Fucking yourself, texting your best friend?” I ask, afraid to know the answer.

“I tried and tried to come, but I couldn’t. I needed more. You send me shirtless pictures sometimes, so, I returned the favor,” she says confidently, her blush betraying her.

“You needed me between these thighs, baby?” I squeeze them harder, my hands having been mindlessly stroking them. She’s so fucking soft.

“I’ve been going insane since I had you on top of me at the bonfire. I’ve never come so hard, and we were fully dressed. You felt so good, Connor. I wanted you so bad, I was afraid to say anything or move the wrong way for fear you’d stop.”

“I blew in my pants, baby. You think I felt good? You felt fucking incredible. Even as a horny virgin, I never busted in my pants. I didn’t care I was sticky with my own cum, because I finally had you beneath me.”

I pull her by the hips, so her ass is propped up in my lap, spreading her legs even wider, exposing her barely covered cunt to me.

I gently run the back of my knuckles along the seam of her shorts, right along her center and she bucks into my touch, gasping.

“You need me here? That toy of yours not enough since I fucked you into the ground?” The sexiest whimper escapes as I press my knuckles a bit harder into her covered pussy.

“You want this? You want me inside you, baby?” I ask, in disbelief I’ve been granted the opportunity to even ask.

She nods softly, her eyes never leaving mine.

“I’ve waited my whole life to hear you say it, doll. I need you to be a good girl and tell me what you want,” I command gently. Her eyes flash—I think my girl might have a praise kink.

“You like that? You want to be my good girl?” Her pupils overtake the blue of her eyes, and I have my answer.