Page 52 of Violent Little Thing

So Fucking Good

DELILAH

I want 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 one of 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.

The wet sound of his fingers working in and out of me takes over the room. It’s obscene and drives my desire further and further over the edge.

When Adonis pumps his fingers inside of me, I chase the fullness by rocking back on his hand. Soon, there’s no separation and I’m consumed.

With the sound of his breathing.

The urgent strokes of his fingers.

And the hardness now pressing into my lower belly.

I don’t know when my hand fell away from his erection, but I rush to reconnect, running my palm over the veins I’ve memorized from countless moments like this.

Only now I need him inside. I free him from his boxers and guide the tip to my entrance. Then I wait.

“Need you,” I repeat. I’m panting, so breathless and drunk on the delicacy of our yearning colliding.

He fingers me until I’m shaking on top of him and immediately lines his length up at my opening.

“Just the tip,” he whispers against my mouth, one arm around my back and the other around his shaft as he eases inside of me. “You can take the tip, right?”

My eyes slide shut. My hips still. The more I tense, the more he relaxes beneath me.

“How does that feel, baby?”

Good. So good.

I answer him by taking more of him. At least another inch disappears inside of me before I pause and adjust.

He’s big. It’s one thing to know from watching him. It’s another thing to know from having him stretch me.

My kisses grow frenzied, but I don’t ease down on him anymore. There’s a burning in my hips and abs from the effort of hovering precariously over him, and I accept my fate. This is the sweet spot.

Licking along his jaw, I moan when his harsh grip on me arrests my movements.

“So fucking good,” he says hoarsely, slanting his hips so I yield to another inch of him.

My whimper is incoherent as I drop my head to the crook of his neck.

His hold doesn’t lessen. Then he plunges his hips upward until almost all my resistance shatters.

“ Adonis ,” I scream into his skin.

“You can take more, Delilah.”

“I…can’t.”

But he isn’t asking. He’s telling me.

“Look how good you’re being, opening up for me.”

I cry into his neck. “Please, Adonis.”

“I know, baby. I’m giving you everything and you’re taking it so well.”

It hurts.

God, it hurts.

The stinging. The stretching .

But the fullness. The fullness is completion.

It’s euphoric. And to put it simply, my undoing.

Needing more, I roll my hips and sink.

Onto him. Into him.

Until all of him is seated inside of me.

I cry into his mouth when his hands massage my ass, moving me in slow circles until I’m adjusted.

The friction from his guidance makes his length press against my walls in shallow strokes that feel like ecstasy.

My body molds around him like he’s supposed to be inside of me, and I think I’m addicted.

To the pain.

The fullness.

The realization that nobody has ever been inside of me. Only him.

This can’t end.

“You said you wanted to fuck me, so fuck me, Delilah.”

Darkness drenches his command and throws me into action.

I want to please him. To make him proud.

I want him to know I can take it. And I want to come for him, just like this.

The way I’m sprawled on top of him lets me go at a languid pace, but I feel every inch of him and love it.

“Fuck.”

He circles my hard nipple through my satin nightgown, and I lose control.

He’s kissing me.

Pinching my nipples until the pain feels good.

And letting me fuck him until my thighs shake.

This is more than sex, it’s a fucking revelation.

I’ll always need this. Always need him.

I was lying to myself .

I love Adonis Samson. I am so in love with him.

“Adonis, I…l-love you.” The confession is tearful and disjointed. Damn near gibberish as I fuck myself on his dick. But somewhere between the first and last syllable, Adonis gets the message.

His lids drift lower and lower until I think they’ll close, but then his eyes widen.

Going still beneath me, he bites down on his lip and pinches my nipples harder.

And harder.

The pain collides with the pleasure building between my legs and I collapse on his chest.

Crying, I come for him and he returns the favor, rocking up into me one more time before the warmth of his release hits my walls.

“Fucking love you, Delilah.” He pumps inside of me until he’s limp, and the mess of our arousal runs down my thigh.

My face draws into a wince from the lingering pain until he wraps me in a bear hug that makes me forget.

Low murmuring precedes his lips meeting my tears before kissing them away.

“You did so good, baby.” His mouth travels to my temple. “You took me so well.”

I can’t talk but I know one thing.

Adonis Samson is mine.

The only one.

My only one.

I only want him.