Saving Della Ray

I ground my sex into his face, and he ate me up with a wild and desperate hunger.

“Fuck” I thrashed wildly against the door. “Oh, fuck … Bone.” I tried, I really tried to contain myself, but in that moment nothing else mattered beyond the euphoria he was flying me towards.

When I climaxed, my entire body slammed against the door and if Nichole had any doubts as to what was going on that would have confirmed it. I began to crumble to the ground. If he hadn’t quickly risen to hold me up, I would have collapsed.

Without giving me a chance for me to recover, he threw me across his shoulder, and deposited me on the bed.

Mindlessly, I stared at him, my hand was pressed hard against my sex. The waves of my orgasm were still coursing through my body.

He tore my bundled jeans from my feet, and crawled up to me until our eyes were level. Then he kissed me.

It was different from any kiss he gave me before. This one was full of desperation. The kiss a man might give his sweetheart before he went away to war. When he thought it might be his last. At the feel of his cock as it settled between my thighs, I reached to my left and opened my bedside drawer. There was a condom there. I gave it to him. “It’s very old. I hope it still works.”

“Do you want me to make it quick?” he asked.

“Fuck yes!” I breathed. “Jess and Nichole are home.”

He sheathed himself.

As he slipped into me, I held my breath. “Jesus,” I gasped in shock. I had never had a man stretch me so wide. To allow me to get used to his girth, he stayed still and began to trace wet hard kisses along my jawline. When he took my breast into his mouth, I felt a hot trickle of desire roll down my inner thigh. “I’m ready,” I panted.

He pulled out and plunged all the way into me.

My back arched up from the bed into a bow. “Oh, my Go—”

He saved me from myself as he covered my mouth with his, eating up my words. Then he removed his mouth from mine. “Keep it down,” he whispered.

I almost screamed at him in fury. “I fucking told you to take this somewhere else,” I cried, digging my nails into his firm full ass.

He pulled away just as his cock reached my opening and then plunged back into me. “Next time.”

“There won’t be one,” I shot back.

His response was a dry chuckle. ‘We’ll see about that.”

“Go slow,” I warned. “Or else the bed will creak. They’ll be able to hear.”

“You just told me there won’t be a next time,” he said. “So why the fuck should I do that?” He plunged into me once more and this time so vengefully the bed rocked against the wall in a vicious protest.

From then on, he was unstoppable. My nails clawed viciously down his back in retaliation for rendering my control to dust and putting me in deep trouble with Nichole. His thrusts picked up in rhythm, and came in such hard, deep drives that I couldn’t find my voice. I wrenched the sheets from the mattress, and my head thrashed about as he fucked the life out of me.

“I’ve wanted you for so fucking long,” he snarled. “From the first fucking moment I saw you. All I wanted was to be inside your sweet pussy.”

I was panting. The loud smacks of his groin against my flesh made me wish to God Nichole would take Jess out of the house and into the garden. It seemed as though the very ground was shaking beneath me. I opened my eyes to search his face and it was twisted in a grimace of otherworldly bliss. I imagined that I looked even crazier than that.

“Bone,” I cried out, lifting my hips and tightening my legs around him, in an effort to take him even deeper.

His cock seemed to swell even more inside of me, the thick rod grating tantalizingly against the tender walls of my sex, as he fucked me as though he were possessed.

His thrusts became animalistic, borderline cruel even, but I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. I gave up any idea of holding on to the reigns of control as the hoarse groans spilling from his throat drove me wilder still. Tortured and on the verge of unconsciousness, I surrendered completely to it.

My orgasm was monumental.

The walls of my sex clenched every inch of him so tightly, he exploded right along with me. His shudder was violent as he held me in a tight grasp, hot, and vehement.

I held tightly onto him, my lips planting frenzied kisses all over his awe-stricken face. My heart felt as if it would burst with emotion. “Bone,” I gasped repeatedly, as if it was a prayer I was offering the gods. In fact, it was … Please don’t take him away from me.