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He draws back slightly before delving a tad further and it happens. “Shit, Delilah,” he breathes as my inner muscles tighten around him. “If you don’t stop clenching my cock like that, this will be over before it’s even begun.”

I push my head back into the pillow and moan. “I … I can’t help it.”

He rocks into me, moving in short, languid strokes, and the spasms keep coming. This has never happened before, but holy crap, I’m not complaining.

Pushing up onto one of his elbows, his other hand moves underneath me to cup my arse. He angles my hips towards him and I widen my legs so he can slide in deeper.

He gradually picks up the pace and my hips buck forward to meet every one of his thrusts. I’m not even sure if he’s fully seated yet, but whatever sorcery he’s committing against my body, I hope he never stops.

“Spencer,” I whimper as my nails dig into the muscles that line his back.

“Delilah,” he groans in response. “You feel too good … I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to last much longer.”

“Please don’t stop.”

He chuckles into the crook of my neck before peppering open-mouthed kisses along my jawline. “I need to slow down.”

“Don’t do that either.”

He pulls back and smiles down at me, and a second later, I let out a tiny squeak when he withdraws before flipping over onto his back and taking me with him. I’m now straddling his lap.

He doesn’t enter me straight away. Instead, he grasps my hips and drags me lower to grind against him. Is he giving himself a moment, or me?

After a minute or so, he has me withering again. “I need more,” I admit. One of his hands moves from my hip to swat my arse. “Ouch! What was that for?”

“Don’t act like you didn’t like it, you little minx.”

My eyes slightly narrow, and the corners of his lips curve into a smug smirk. He may be right, but I’ll never admit it.

His free hand moves around to grip his dick, and I look down in fascination as he strokes it. There is something insanely hot about witnessing him doing that.

“Ride me, sweetheart. I want to see those perky tits of yours jiggle as you bounce up and down on my cock.”

“Your wish is my command, Mr Prescott.”

His eyes are focused on where we are joined as I slowly sink down onto him. I never would’ve picked him for a dirty talker, but I like this side of him … a lot.

Chapter 28

Spencer

The guilt I expected to feel when I woke this morning was surprisingly absent. I had no intentions of running again. I wouldn’t do that to Delilah a second time. I made my choice yesterday after being backed into a corner. It was either act on my feelings or risk losing her altogether. To me, it was a no-brainer. The alternative was something I wasn’t prepared to face.

I want this woman… more than anything I’ve ever wanted before in my life.

Is it morally wrong? Possibly. But unlike my father, it’s not Delilah’s youth that I’m attracted to, it’s her. The person she is on the inside.

She is currently sleeping soundly in my arms, and I’ve never been more content. I took her twice last night. I could’ve kept going too; she felt so good I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to fuck her into next week, but given our size difference, I knew she needed her rest.

My cock is as hard as granite as it rests against her tight backside. I’d love nothing more than to take her right now, but again, I’m going to refrain. I rarely do sleepovers,but Delilah is different. She isn’t just a good time. I want to keep her and never let go.

And that thought scares the fuck out of me.

Is our age gap too large for this to even work?

Does she even want me as much as I do her?

Fuck, I hope so.