Page 82 of Heartstrings & Horseshoes

“I wrapped one of those slutty little lace thongs around my cock and fucked my hand in your childhood bedroom.” My gasp encourages his honesty.

“Did you ever wonder where your purple vibrator went?” I nod, transfixed.

“I found it in the nightstand where you kept your smutty books. All I could picture was you fucking that toy while some fictional man turned you on and I lost it. I wanted to be the only cock to give you pleasure.”

“You are. No other man’s ever made me feel like you do. My toys were okay…but I always fantasized it was you sliding in and out of me.”

A small groan slips between his lips, weakening his cocksure attitude. He fists his dick and strokes himself as I speak. It’s so erotic I might come without ever being touched.

“Who’d you buy the lingerie for, Delilah?” He crushes the carnation in his hand, dropping the dead flower at my feet.

“Who were you planning on fucking when you bought this cocktease bra and panties?”

“Honestly, no one. I wanted to feel desirable, even if no one wanted me.” He tries to argue but I hold up one finger stopping him.

“I didn’t know you wanted me, Connor. I bought these for myself. But you’ll be the only one to ever see them or take them off me.”

I step to the man I now call mine and scrape my nails down his solid chest, holding his molten gaze as I drop to my knees at his feet.

My nails dig into his muscular quads and his erection fills my vision. I’ve never understood when women say a dick is attractive, but Connor’s is immaculate.

Thicker than any vibrator, so long it’s intimately acquainted with my cervix, with throbbing veins trailing from the base to the flared head. The pronounced ridge between the shaft and head makes me want to lick around it like a ring pop.

“I want to make you feel good.” I circle my hand around his girth and stroke him root to tip gently. A full body shiver courses through him, and he jerks his head cracking his neck.

“You always do. You don’t have to do this.” He gulps, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

I squeeze his cock tighter, and he groans. “I want you in my mouth. Please, may I have your cock?” I ask, deviously innocent.

“Fuck yes. Suck my dick, baby. I’ve been dreaming about having your lips wrapped around me for fucking ever.” His hands hover in the air, unsure whether to hold my hair or tangle in his own.

I make the decision for him and lead his hand to my ponytail—he immediately wraps the long rope around his fist.

“I’ve never done this before,” I admit, licking my lips, still stroking him.

“We’ll go slow, only do what you’re comfortable with. I’ll love every second of having your mouth on me.”

I hold his base steady with my hand, my man vibrating with restraint. With unbroken eye contact, I flatten my tongue and lick the broad head of his cock like an ice cream cone.

The sexiest whimper escapes him and my pussy floods with satisfaction I made him lose control.

Unsure what to do, I lick every inch of his shaft making his legs tremble. Emboldened, I suck a deep breath in through my nose and take the head into my mouth and lower my mouth until I gag.

“FUCK!” Connor barks. The strangling sensation of my throat closing around his tip makes him feral. My scalp burns from how hard he’s pulling my ponytail, and I love it.

His pleasure encourages me, so I repeat the process. In. Gag. Out. In. Gag. Out. Tears run down my face, my makeup destroyed.

“I’m going to come, baby, tell me where you want me to come right fucking now before I blow,” he says, on the brink of ecstasy.

I won’t be able to swallow, so I release his cock with a pop and jerk him off until he explodes across my breasts.

With the little energy he has left, Connor drags me into the shower to clean us off, gently massaging soap across my body, careful not to get my hair wet.

He makes love to me until the early hours of morning and we spend the day together in bed, learning each other’s bodies better than we know our own.

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Connor age 10, Delilah age 9