Page 42 of Until Delilah

Max

It’s two hours later,and I thought for sure Delilah would be up from her nap when I got home, but as I look around the downstairs area, she’s nowhere to be seen. For an instant, I get worried that while I was gone, her ex found her, but then I hear the strains of soft music coming from upstairs.

Setting down the takeout I picked up on the way home, I head upstairs wondering what she’s doing. I wanted to get back sooner, but when I gave over the file I’m slowly amassing on Bradley Stanton the first, second, and third to her dad, he wanted to go over everything with me.

The bedroom door is closed when I get to the master bedroom, and it’s quiet except for the light music. “Beauty?” I call as I open the door.

Stepping into the room, I take in the sight before me. Delilah has on a tiny black scrap of lace covering her luscious tits and nothing else.

“I thought I’d welcome you home a little differently.” She chews on her bottom lip as if she doesn’t know she’s the most breathtaking woman on the planet.

My dick salutes her and begs to be let out of the confines of my jeans.

“A man could get used to coming home to this,” I growl and rip my t-shirt over my head as I start to prowl toward the bed.

“So, you like?” she questions, getting up on her knees where I can see her glistening pussy waiting for me.

“I more than like, beauty. I love. I guess you’re not hungry if this is how you’re greeting me.”

“I’m hungry for one thing and one thing only, and that’s you. Take off your pants and let me taste you.” She curls her finger in a come-hither gesture.

I give her what she wants. Pulling off my shoes and then my pants, I grab my boxers by the waistband and tug them down my thighs, letting my cock that’s hardening at a maddening pace free to slap against my stomach and then point directly at her. He wants her just as badly as I do.

The second my thighs hit the edge of the bed, Delilah reaches out and wraps both hands around my length. Dipping down, she swipes her tongue across my slit and then sucks my mushroom head into her wet mouth. I shudder at her touch.

Brushing her hair out of the way, so I can watch as she works me up, I pull it back and keep my grip on the makeshift ponytail.

Opening her mouth wider, she takes me in until I hit the back of her throat. I can’t help but groan. It’s hot as fuck when she tries to swallow my cock down her throat. Her pillowy lips stretch around my length. The sight before me nearly has me spilling my load, but I grit my teeth and hold off, enjoying the moment.

What’s even hotter is how turned on she gets as she bobs up and down my length. Rubbing her thighs together, Delilah squirms and moans.

“Touch yourself as if it was me touching you,” I say and then let out a long groan as she spreads her legs wide and slips her hand between them.

“Dip your fingers inside and give me a taste,” I demand. If my cock wasn’t halfway down her throat right now, I’d throw her down on the bed and bury my face between her legs.

Two fingers come up wet with her juices as she reaches her hand up to me. I dive and suck the sweet honey off her fingers until it’s all gone and I’m dying for more.

Pulling my dick out of her mouth, I pick her up by the waist and crash my mouth to hers. It’s short and desperate, just the way I’m feeling for her in this moment.

When I pull back, I take her with me as I lay back on the bed. “I want you to ride my face while you suck me off. Turn around and sit on my face.”

She doesn’t waste any time turning around in my arms. In an instant, her pretty pink pussy is hovering over my face. “What are you waiting for?”

She takes it as me wanting her mouth on me when it’s the exact opposite. I want my mouth on her.

Licking her.

Sucking her.

Tasting her sweetness.

I pull her down by her hips and quickly arrange my hands so I can spread her lips wide open for me. I want every inch of her exposed to me. I use my thumbs to open her hood and then swirl my tongue around her clit as if my life depends on it.

Delilah starts to ride my face just the way I want her to. She moans and I feel saliva start to drip down my shaft and to my balls. Never one to waste, she takes my balls in one hand and massages them, coating them with her spit.

I’m close to blowing, but I want her to come with me. With two fingers, I start to pump in and out of her, making sure I hit her in the right spot with every stroke. It doesn’t take her long before her walls start to flutter.

“Baby, I need you to come with me. Do you think you can do that?” My hips shoot up, chasing her mouth.

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