Page 64 of Adoring Delaney

Damn. She sounded almost upset.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.”

That was a no. Shit.

“I shouldn’t’ve started—”

“You didn’t like it?”

“Babe, your mouth is second to only your pussy. It’s heaven. But that was pure torture.”

“Torture?”

She wanted a hundred percent honesty and all of me, holding nothing back. This was one of those times she was going to get it and I hoped I didn’t sound like an asshole.

“When you suck me off I like to watch. I like to hold your hair and control your movements. Sometimes I like to play with you and fuck you with my fingers while your mouth is working my cock. I couldn’t do any of those things without killing us, so it was torture. I was trying not to lift my hips and force you to take me deeper. With that said, anytime your mouth is on my cock I’m in heaven. So I was struggling between wanting to pull over and driving faster to get to the apartment. Because when we get there, you’re going down on me again. Only this time with my mouth between your legs and I’m not gonna let you come for a long time.”

She was back to squirming and I’d gone this far—might as well finish the way I intended.

“And just so we’re clear, that five date rule is over. When I’m done tasting you, I’m gonna fuck you and when my cock is inside of you, I will be kissing you.”

“Maybe I need to take another nap.”

Relief hit fast when I heard the humor in her tone.

“That’d be a good idea, baby, you’re gonna need your strength. It’s gonna be a long night.”

“How much longer?”

“Under an hour.”

“Really?”

“The way you drive, it’d take one and a half. But the promise of your sweet pussy huggin’ my cock, we’ll be there in forty-five.”

“Don’t get a ticket.”

“It’d be worth it.”

“No, it wouldn’t. It’d only delay us getting home and I can’t wait much longer.”

“You need me to take care of you now?”

“I’d like to say yes, but with all your talk about your mouth on me, I think I’ll wait.”

I let out a bark of laughter, enjoying her playful side. Something I’d missed for a long time.

“It’ll be worth the wait.”

“It always is,” she whispered.

Christ. There it was. My Delaney. Sugar sweet and smokin’ hot all in one.

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“Don’t do it, Laney.”

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