Saving Della Ray

“Don’t hurt yourself!” I warned in panic, as I scrambled to retrieve my phone. “I’ll handle him. I can call the cops.”

Ignoring me, Gage crouched down to grab Michael by the hair. He pulled his face towards him and after saying low words to him that I couldn’t hear he pushed him back on the grass.

He then grabbed my forearm and would have dragged me with him, but I pulled back. He turned around to look at me.

“Why are you here, you sick asshole?” I asked, my tone thick with bitterness and emotion.

“You can call me any name you want, it’s not going to change a thing. I’ll keep on coming here every night to check up on you,” he said.

My heart knocked hard against my ribs at the thought of him caring that much that he was looking out for me, but then it made me mad as hell to think he wouldn’t give up his stupid club for me. “If you’re not going to be with me, then why bother? I can take care of myself.”

“No, you fucking can’t,” he said.

I could hear the furious tremble in his voice. To learn that he was probably going through even a bit of the hell that I was … gave me a thrill of joy. I stepped forward and slipped my hands around him, holding him tightly to me as I pressed myself against his chest.

Then take care of me properly. Get out of that damn club and choose me, I wanted to say, but I didn’t dare. I knew I would be only asking for more rejection.

“Then take me home with you tonight and show me how much you care,” I said instead.

Gage

I turned around and she hopped up on me, her legs opening wide, so I could feel the heat from her warm willing pussy on my stomach. Jesus, it felt like it had been so long. I couldn’t wait to feel her naked body against my skin again. I held her tightly then kissed her exposed neck and collarbone.

Then I swooped on her mouth. This was mine. And only mine. I wanted to kill that asswipe when I saw him kiss her. I wasn’t done with him yet. But that could wait. Nothing was more important than this moment with her.

I lifted my head and in the moonlight, I saw the hurt and the sadness in her eyes. Taking her to my bike, I carried her off into the night. The wind felt good in my face. This was how it was always meant to be. Me and her riding out in the open road. I felt her rest her cheek on my back.

When we got back to my place, she wanted to walk, but I wouldn’t let her. It was some romantic notion of mine to carry her to my lair and do what I wanted to her. I put her on the bed and watched her get undressed. I bent down, laid my forehead against her belly and breathed in the scent of her pussy. Like a drug … it fucking intoxicated me. I licked around her belly button. Then I bit the soft flesh hard enough to leave teeth marks.

She jumped with surprise.

Yeah, I wanted to leave marks on her body. “Open your legs and lift up your hips so I can see everything you’ve got, baby,” I ordered.

Obediently, she spread her legs wide.

My cock was so hard and heavy, I had to reach down and rub it through my boxer briefs to relieve the ache. “Now hook your knees with your elbows, baby. I want to see what I’m gonna eat.”

She pulled her knees outward and exposed everything to me. Her glistening pussy opened up like a pink flower. I could see her pretty little thing throbbing and pulsing for my cock. I rubbed her dripping slit, and the tender petals, before gently dipping my finger into her hungry little hole.

Della gasped and closed her eyes.

Her scent alone was driving me insane, so I gave in to the temptation and licked the insides of her thighs all smeared with her cream. As soon as her flavor hit my brain, I lost all control. I sucked her whole pussy into my mouth like a fucking caveman.

“Gage,” she moaned, as desperate for my cock as I was for her pussy.

“Mmmm … Mmmmm …” Hell, I couldn’t get enough of her. The more I drank the more addicted I became. “Come on my face, baby,” I said, as I devoured her. Sucking her juicy clit hard, I felt her body bow off the bed.

“Jesus, Gage!” she screamed as she grabbed my head to climax hard and deep all over my mouth and beard.

Hearing her scream made me feel like a God. A feeling I hadn’t felt for years. I lifted my head and looked down at her. She was still wide open. Even her little asshole was all wet from her dripping nectar and begging for my cock. I could do anything with her. Anything. Because she was all mine. Only mine. Every hole, every nook, every cranny, every curve—mine. The fact that she wanted me to do whatever I wanted with her made it all the more delicious.