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DELILAH

Iwant to feel him inside me.

It’s a need. One that’s grown to the point of obsession in the last few days and one I can’t resist anymore.

I want Adonis inside me. Stretching me. Hurting me. Filling me. I want to be so consumed with him I can’t focus on anything else. And more than anything, I want to know what his completion feels like when it’s mixed with mine.

Adonis’ fingertips find the source of my need and curl under the band of my panties. He drags them down over my hips with one hand in a languid motion that coaxes me into lifting my leg so he can pull them off.

I love this.

I need this.

My bare pussy rubbing against the hardness hiding behind his boxers.

Feeling him jerk and twitch beneath me while the ache in my center intensifies.

Like so many nights before, I grind against him until I don’t know if the wetness on his boxers is from me or the precum leaking from his tip.

“Adonis.” His name is a plea. I’m begging because I need him to always make me feel this good.

Greedily, I keep my hand inside his boxers and position him perfectly so that I feel every bit of friction from dragging myself back and forth on him.

When I come quietly, he kisses me, and I promise his tongue is rewriting parts of my DNA. Holding me by the back of my head, he doesn’t give me the option of letting go.

And the pulse between my legs culminates into an unrelenting throb. I just came and I still want more. My desire for this man steals my breath.

And still, I’d let it take more.

“I want to fuck you, Adonis.”

As if that’s all he needed to hear, his hand slides from its place at the curve of my ass to the valley between my legs.

From behind, his fingers slip between my folds and massage my wetness.

“You can handle me, baby?”

He asks the question in a gravelly tone just as his middle finger rubs my clit.

Just like that, I’m speechless.

I need a minute.

To feel his fingers fucking me and to feel my body relaxing into the sensation.

“You can take it?”

This time I nod. It’s the most I can do while my hips buck under his touch.

I’m still lying across his body on an angle, but now oneof my legs rests between his while the other is bent at the knee and up around his hip.

The position gives him perfect access to me, and he proves that when he moves from my clit to my lips, massaging my opening with the wetness of my arousal.

“Need you,” I whimper when he works his way in up to the knuckle. It’s not his dick but it’s the only thing besides his tongue that’s been inside of me. I shake as my breath hitches, restless and wanting.

“You’re already so wet, baby. But I need to get you ready.”

I don’t protest, I only nod and let him kiss me while he stretches me so deliciously.