He bites my lip, pulls my hair. He takes me, licks my nipples, kisses my neck. “You want to come on my big cock, don’t you, sweet Delia?” he growls. “You want to come for me, you filthy girl?”
“Yes,” I pant. “Oh, yes, yes, please yes.” I’m wild with it, wild with him, and I need to feel my pussy clench down hard on his massive shaft.
He fucks me harder. I grind against him, grinding hard against his thick cock, sweat rolling down my pale skin. He licks my nipples, sucks them hard, and thrusts deep inside me. I can feel it building, feel it coming, and he doesn’t stop. He grinds and fucks and takes me like an animal, his growls deep and throaty, his eyes full of intense passion for me. I love the way he looks at me, like he can’t get enough of my body.
“Keep going,” I pant. “Oh, god, yes, keep going.”
“Come for me,” he says. “Come for me, sweet Delia.”
“Oh, fuck, Max.” I feel it then, just as he pulls my hair again. I come hard on his thick cock, the world going white then dark as pleasure explodes all through me. I shake, unable to help it, and there’s a smile on my lips, moans and laughter and groans escaping with every gasping breath.
He fucks me through it like an animal, growling the whole time. And when I finish, just barely coming back to myself, he pulls me off the counter. He puts me down on my knees and I take his cock in my mouth, licking my pussy off him, sucking him hard. He pushes me deep and fucks my lips, moaning loud and low. I suck him fast, hair shimmying along my back, both hands stroking his massive shaft.
He comes hard in my mouth. He comes in thick spurts that I swallow up, swallow every drop. I moan in joy and pleasure as he comes for me and I love the sound of his incredible groaning ecstasy ringing in my ears.
I finish him off and lick every inch of his amazing cock. When I’m done, he pulls me to my feet and kisses me for a very, very long time.
We end up half-dressed on his couch, my head against his chest, his arms wrapped around me.
“Not bad for a day’s work,” I mutter.
He laughs and kisses my hair. “Good point. Can’t complain. Although I think I’d get fired if they knew.”
“Which part?”
“The part where I got you off so hard you nearly blacked out, then made you swallow my come.”
“Oh.” I blush. “Right.”
“Don’t tell me you’re getting shy on me now.”
“I’m not shy.”
“Look at you. Just had your tight, perfect little cunt wrapped around my cock and you’re blushing.”
“Cut it out.”
He chuckles but he stops. We linger in that silence for a long moment.
I can’t remember the last time I felt so content. Even when I had my store and was working long, happy hours, I never felt like this. Wrapped up in his arms, it’s like nothing could go wrong and I don’t want to be anywhere else.
“We should stay like this for a while,” I whisper, my voice muffled by his chest.
“I agree,” he says. “But not for too much longer. Patricks will come looking sooner or later.”
I sigh and groan. “I don’t want to think about him.”
“Trust me, I don’t either.”
He hugs me tight against him and I close my eyes. I let a smile slip across my lips and I push all other thoughts from my mind. I forget about the mob, about Patricks, about my parents, about my failures.
There’s just him, holding me, making me feel safe.12MaxThings are quiet at the manor for a few days. I do my rounds and stay out of trouble, and the security I set up around the cabin doesn’t get triggered.
But I don’t let it lull me into ease. If the mafia chased me all the way down to the middle of nowhere, they aren’t about to let me go just because I set up some floodlights and started working for some rich people. No, they’re coming, and they’re coming hard.
My biggest concern is Tab. My daughter is always my biggest concern. But right up there with her is Delia.
If they don’t know about my relationship with her, they’ll figure it out soon. We aren’t exactly hiding it very well, and the mafia is incredibly good at finding what you love and using it against you. I know they’ll do it to me sooner or later, just like they did it the first time.
The only difference is, I’m going to be ready for them this time.
A few days after my afternoon with Delia in the cabin, Patricks stops me in the hallway. He leans up against the wall and watches me. We’re alone near the music room and the place has been quiet. Delia’s out with her sister and her parents are holed up in their wing of the house like normal, which means nothing much is going on.