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Without a word, Delilah raises up and positions me at her entrance. Never once does she break eye contact as she slowly sinks down on my length. Once she’s fully seated, she tilts her head back and moans the most exquisite sound I’ve ever heard in my life.

With her hands on my stomach, she starts to move up and down and rocks on my cock. “You’re so damn big. I feel like I’m going to split in two. I need…” she says breathlessly and starts to move a little faster.

Knowing what she needs, my hands move on their own accord. One goes to her hip to help her move while the other moves between her legs. I make slow circular movements with my thumb on her clit and feel her walls flutter around me. I’ve never seen anything hotter than this woman who’s riding me and using me for her pleasure.

Each time she comes up, my hips follow her, wanting my cock deep inside of her at all times. When she starts to swivel her hips as she meets the base of my shaft, I nearly lose my load. Holy fucking shit, she’s going to unman me in a matter of minutes. But I can’t hold back. Everything about her makes my body feel more alive than it ever has, even out on the field. Every nerve ending is sparking to life as pleasure and heat course through my body.

“Fucking hell, you’re a dream come true. Ride me and let me coat your insides with my cum.” From underneath her, I start to pump my hips faster. I coat my thumb with her juices and rim her tight hole until she starts to press back against the pressure. When her walls start to flutter, I press inside, making her heat pulse around me and milk my cock.

Sitting up, I drive into her. Taking her mouth with mine until she breaks away, and lets out a heady moan that has my cock jerking inside of her and letting stream after stream of my seed coat her insides.

Delilah goes limp against me while I pump in and out of her, drawing out the last of our releases. She’ll be lucky if I ever let her out of my bed again, and if she fights me, I’ll tie her down until she’s my willing slave.

12

Delilah

I’ve almost fallenasleep when Max slaps my ass and sits up with my body draped across his. I must make a sound of protest because he chuckles and squeezes me tight.

“As much as I would love to stay in bed with you all day, I promised you a date and I’m a man of my word. Plus, your dad might kill me if they come back, and I’ve got you naked in my bed.”

Lifting my head, I smile at him. While Max is always handsome, right now with his hair a mess, completely naked, and a relaxed smile on his face, he looks younger and even more gorgeous than normal.

Running my fingertip over his full bottom lip, I ask, “How is it you look better after sex while I’m sure I look like a complete mess?”

Leaning in, he touches his nose to mine. The feel of his hot breath skating across my face has me closing my eyes and willing my body to calm down. “If this is you messy, I don’t want to see you any other way.” He climbs off the bed with me in his arms as if I’m as light as a feather and carries me into his bathroom. “Get cleaned up, so I can take you on our date.”

It’s sweet he wants to take me out when we have the whole house to ourselves when I’m not sure the next time we’ll be alone is.

He sits me down on the cool counter and leans a hip against it as he looks me over. His eyes are half-lidded when they meet mine. “Wouldn’t it be easier if I got ready in my own bathroom?”

“This is your bathroom now. I don’t want you staying in the other room. I want you in my bed every night.”

I tilt my head to the side and take him in. He’s serious, and I’m not sure how I feel about it. How will Beckham feel with me not being in the room next to his? And my parents are here.

Biting my bottom lip, I look down at the toenail polish that’s starting to flake off. “Isn’t that moving things a little too fast?”

“Did you not like being in my arms only a minute ago?” He crosses his arms over his chest, and I can’t help but watch his muscles with the movement.

“I did.”

“And did you not like fucking me?”

“I more than like it, but—”

“But what? We’re grown adults and I don’t want to waste time on something when I know it’s going to happen down the line, anyway.”

The way he talks about us is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in my life.

“What about Beck? He’s used to being right next door to me.” I try to reason with him.

“Tell him where you’ll be and if he needs you, he can come to you. If you want, we can sit down with him and see how he feels about us being together.”

Leaning forward, I take his hand in mine. “You’d do that?”

He steps to me and brings his other hand to my waist. His thumb rubs circles on my hip. “When are you going to realize I’d do just about anything for you? If it will put your mind at ease, I’ll happily talk to him.” His face hardens for a moment before he speaks again. “Did you share a bed with the asshole who hurt you?”

I did, but I don’t want to voice it. I’d like to not think about Bradley for one day.

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