Page 12 of Deliah
The doors pinged open on the top floor, but we didn’t move. He stared at me for a second like he was deciding whether to kiss me again or carry me out like a caveman. Apparently, he went with both. He bent down, grabbed me by the thighs, and lifted me onto his shoulder like I was a duffel bag. I screamed and smacked his back, but I was laughing, breathless, dripping.
“Jay! Put me down!”
“Not a chance.”
I could feel his hand slide up the back of my thigh as he walked, and I swear I felt a shudder run straight through my core. He was so casual about it. Carrying me like it was a regular Friday night activity and this was normal. He fumbled for his keys with one hand while I dangled over his shoulder.
“Seriously?” I said, half laughing, half losing my mind. “You’re unlocking your door like this?”
“Yeah,” he said, breathless from laughing. “Gonna fuck you with one hand, too, if you don’t shut up.”
I bit his back through his shirt. “Try me.”
He groaned—low and guttural—and finally shoved the door open. Then he carried me straight through, kicked it shut behind him, and tossed me onto the sofa like a sack of sin. We were both breathless and grinning. He stood there for a second, just looking at me. Sweaty. Flushed. Fucking feral. “Trouble,” he said again, shaking his head.
“You have no idea,” I breathed, already crawling towards him on my hands and knees. “Now stop talking and ruin me.”
Our clothes hit the floor quicker than a knife fight in a phone booth. He tore my dress over my head, and his hands were everywhere, grabbing, clawing, claiming. I was yanking at his jeans like they’d personally offended me, biting his lip between groans, already soaked between my legs, and dizzy from how fast this was spiralling. He picked me up without warning and threw me onto the bed. Not gently. Like a fucking doll. I let out a breathless laugh, but it caught in my throat the second I saw it.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
He pulled his boxers down, and I actually blinked. I had walked in thinking I’d ruin him. Ride him like a wild thing, make him beg, make him remember me. But that plan shattered the moment I saw his cock. Massive. Thick, hard, and heavy, the kind of cock that makes your mouth water and your brain glitch. My legs opened instinctively. My body wanted it. All of it. There was no warm-up. No teasing. Just a desperate, primal scramble. Two bodies fighting for control, for dominance—for who wasgoing to break who first. He kissed me like he was starving. His mouth devoured mine, tongue hot and slick, lips dragging across my neck. He bit my shoulder. I moaned. My hands raked down his back, nails digging into skin. I wanted to mark him. Claim him. Scar him. I pushed him back and climbed on top, straddling him with a grin that said, “Watch me work.” I planted my hands on his chest and rode him hard, grinding down slow, then bouncing with rhythm and spite. I circled my hips until I could feel every inch inside me, stretching me open, hitting places I’d forgotten existed. He groaned—low, animalistic. That sound made my toes curl and my pussy clench. I leaned back, watching his eyes roll just slightly.Yes, I thought.You like that, don’t you?
I reached behind and slapped his thigh. “Still feeling smug?”
He growled in response and grabbed my waist with both hands, flipping me underneath him like a rag doll. My back hit the mattress with a thud, and he slammed into me in one brutal thrust that knocked the air out of my lungs.
“Fucking hell,” I gasped.
He just grinned and kept going. I shoved him back again, flipping us, and this time, he let me—just to watch me ride. I gripped the headboard for leverage, hips slamming down, my tits bouncing, sweat starting to roll down my back. My knees were burning from the pressure, but I didn’t give a shit. I needed more. Needed all of him. Just as I was about to grab his throat, he caught my wrists in one hand and pinned them above my head. With the other hand? He slapped me across the cheek. Not hard. Just enough to sting. Just enough to shock me. I froze. Something twisted in me. Shame? Excitement? I didn’t know. I just knew I wanted more. My eyes met his. And then—I moaned. My pussy pulsed around him like it knew something my mouth hadn’t admitted yet. I was in deep. Deeper than I wanted to be.And he knew it. He started fucking me harder, faster, dragging his cock all the way out before slamming back in so deep I swear I could feel him in my ribs. His grip never loosened. My wrists were caged. I wasn’t even in control of myself anymore. My body was pure reaction—heat, sweat, need.
He leaned down, voice dark and filthy against my ear. “You like being slapped, don’t you?”
I gasped, breathless. “Fuck you.”
“You’re dripping.” He laughed, still thrusting. “You love it.”
And he was right. It was filth. Pure, primal, dizzying filth. And I fucking loved it. He released my wrists and yanked me closer by the thighs, dragging me down the bed, pulling me into every thrust like I was his own personal fuck toy. My hands scrambled for the sheets. My head tipped back. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t do anything except feel. I bit his shoulder. He bit back. I slapped him across the face, and he laughed. He grabbed my hair and tugged my head back, exposing my throat, kissing and biting until my skin bloomed red.
“Say my name,” he growled.
“Jay,” I whimpered.
“Louder.”
“Jay!”
He reached down, wrapped a hand around my throat—not squeezing, just holding—and then leaned over me. And spat. Right into my mouth. Without thinking, I opened wider and swallowed. Like it was sacred. Like it was blood. Like it was mine. Our eyes locked.
Something snapped. He fucked me harder. Deeper. My legs went around his waist. My nails clawed down his back. Heslapped my arse so hard it echoed. I didn’t flinch. I moaned. It was war. It was heaven. It was obliteration. I came first. Hard. My whole body shook. My spine arched. My nails dug in. I screamed. Not some cute porn star moan—an ugly, raw, primal scream that ripped out of me like my soul was shattering.
He wasn’t far behind.
A few more thrusts, and he growled into my neck, hips jerking, muscles twitching as he came inside me with a force that made me gasp all over again. His body collapsed against mine. Heavy. Hot. Real. We lay there in silence for a long moment. Breathing. Sweating. Buzzing. My thighs were trembling. My cheek was warm. My throat was bruised. My lips were bitten. And I didn’t regret a single second.
He looked at me, hair messy, eyes glazed over, and grinned like the smug fuck he was.
“Fuck, Deliah,” he said, brushing my hair back from my face. “You are good.”
