shuddered. “Damn you.”
Then he withdrew—a slow slide that had her clenching
inner muscles around him to hold him inside—all the way
until only the head of his cock remained between her swollen
lips.
Natalie held her breath, waiting, hoping—dying as every
second ticked by. Her body quivered, anticipating, aching to
be filled.
Rene closed his eyes, his jaws grinding closed, again. Another shudder rippled through him, vibrating the blunt crown
poised at her entrance.
Her sex relaxed then clasped around him, emitting a succulent sound that embarrassed her.
“Ah, God,” he groaned and adjusted his hands, one at a
time on the mattress. “I can’t stop. I can’t—” He slid back
inside with a firm flex of his buttocks—this time a smooth,
easy glide.
“Yes! Oh, yes!” she cried out. She was soaking wet, oozing
a creamy invitation.
His cock lapped and twisted in it, tunneling side to side,
stretching her to take his girth.
Natalie’s bottom quivered as she held herself high to take
his strokes.
52 delilah
devlin
Rene twisted gently, rotating his hips, holding back, but
unable to withdraw. His tight, rigid features reflected the
helpless urge gripping her own body to finish the act.
When next he butted against the proof of her innocence, he
opened his eyes. Searing heat and regret intermingled in the
hard glare he leveled on her. He lowered his chest and bracing
on one arm, reached beneath her to cup one buttock, pressing
down with his hips to wordlessly urge her to the mattress.
Then tucking his face in the corner of her neck, he rocked
against her, going only so deep. “Put your legs around my
waist,” he rasped.
Natalie awkwardly clasped his slim waist with her legs,
hooking her ankles behind him. She found the movement angled her hips to ease his sliding movements, and she sighed.
Her arms closed around his shoulders, and she hugged him
tight, resting her cheek against his sweat-slick skin.
Once, twice, he stroked inward, tapping her hymen.
“Ready?”
“Please,” she whimpered.
“Fuck me,” he groaned and rammed forward, pushing hard
against it.
The stubborn membrane guarding her womb relented,
tearing away, allowing him to slide deeper until his cock filled
her to bursting.
Natalie gasped. The pain wasn’t great, just a stinging sensation that subsided as he continued to glide inside her. However, the girth of his cock stretched her tight channel as he
pushed himself deeper and deeper, his strokes coming faster
now and sharper.
His breath gusted against her neck, and the muscles along
into the darkness
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his back and shoulders bunched. The tension building in her
core matched the strength of the thrusts he levered his hips
to deliver. He lifted his head above hers, staring into her face.
His expression was angry and strained at the same time. As
he worked, stoking a fiery friction between them, his cheeks
reddened, and sweat broke on his forehead and upper lip.
Faster, harder—both their chests jerked as their breaths
hitched and gasped. Then the coil of desire, the one he’d taught
her to recognize, curled inside her belly, tighter and tighter.
She sobbed and ground her hips against him to take him
deeper still. “Jesus, harder, Rene! Please,” she keened.
With his hands planted on the mattress, he lifted his upper
body to give himself greater leverage and powered into her
pussy, the force of his strokes driving breath from her lungs.
Hips braced high, she welcomed the slap of balls against
the crease of her ass and the friction burning her pussy as he
hammered faster and harder.
At last, Natalie shattered, crying out as a dark wave crested
over her.
Rene spilled liquid fire into her womb, pumping to bathe
her inner channel with his release. “ Merde! ” he muttered,
pounding a fist into the bed even as his hips continued to
rock. His forehead fell to the pillow beside her.
Natalie panted like a cat, the ripples
Then he withdrew—a slow slide that had her clenching
inner muscles around him to hold him inside—all the way
until only the head of his cock remained between her swollen
lips.
Natalie held her breath, waiting, hoping—dying as every
second ticked by. Her body quivered, anticipating, aching to
be filled.
Rene closed his eyes, his jaws grinding closed, again. Another shudder rippled through him, vibrating the blunt crown
poised at her entrance.
Her sex relaxed then clasped around him, emitting a succulent sound that embarrassed her.
“Ah, God,” he groaned and adjusted his hands, one at a
time on the mattress. “I can’t stop. I can’t—” He slid back
inside with a firm flex of his buttocks—this time a smooth,
easy glide.
“Yes! Oh, yes!” she cried out. She was soaking wet, oozing
a creamy invitation.
His cock lapped and twisted in it, tunneling side to side,
stretching her to take his girth.
Natalie’s bottom quivered as she held herself high to take
his strokes.
52 delilah
devlin
Rene twisted gently, rotating his hips, holding back, but
unable to withdraw. His tight, rigid features reflected the
helpless urge gripping her own body to finish the act.
When next he butted against the proof of her innocence, he
opened his eyes. Searing heat and regret intermingled in the
hard glare he leveled on her. He lowered his chest and bracing
on one arm, reached beneath her to cup one buttock, pressing
down with his hips to wordlessly urge her to the mattress.
Then tucking his face in the corner of her neck, he rocked
against her, going only so deep. “Put your legs around my
waist,” he rasped.
Natalie awkwardly clasped his slim waist with her legs,
hooking her ankles behind him. She found the movement angled her hips to ease his sliding movements, and she sighed.
Her arms closed around his shoulders, and she hugged him
tight, resting her cheek against his sweat-slick skin.
Once, twice, he stroked inward, tapping her hymen.
“Ready?”
“Please,” she whimpered.
“Fuck me,” he groaned and rammed forward, pushing hard
against it.
The stubborn membrane guarding her womb relented,
tearing away, allowing him to slide deeper until his cock filled
her to bursting.
Natalie gasped. The pain wasn’t great, just a stinging sensation that subsided as he continued to glide inside her. However, the girth of his cock stretched her tight channel as he
pushed himself deeper and deeper, his strokes coming faster
now and sharper.
His breath gusted against her neck, and the muscles along
into the darkness
53
his back and shoulders bunched. The tension building in her
core matched the strength of the thrusts he levered his hips
to deliver. He lifted his head above hers, staring into her face.
His expression was angry and strained at the same time. As
he worked, stoking a fiery friction between them, his cheeks
reddened, and sweat broke on his forehead and upper lip.
Faster, harder—both their chests jerked as their breaths
hitched and gasped. Then the coil of desire, the one he’d taught
her to recognize, curled inside her belly, tighter and tighter.
She sobbed and ground her hips against him to take him
deeper still. “Jesus, harder, Rene! Please,” she keened.
With his hands planted on the mattress, he lifted his upper
body to give himself greater leverage and powered into her
pussy, the force of his strokes driving breath from her lungs.
Hips braced high, she welcomed the slap of balls against
the crease of her ass and the friction burning her pussy as he
hammered faster and harder.
At last, Natalie shattered, crying out as a dark wave crested
over her.
Rene spilled liquid fire into her womb, pumping to bathe
her inner channel with his release. “ Merde! ” he muttered,
pounding a fist into the bed even as his hips continued to
rock. His forehead fell to the pillow beside her.
Natalie panted like a cat, the ripples
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