Page 9 of Road to Absolution

Appreciating there was a God and he had created this woman for me, my eyes scanned up higher… I jolted. “What are you doing?”

Delilah Hutton had handfuls of her swollen breasts, rubbing and tugging on her nipples without mercy. “I’m aching to come.” She laughed. “And I can barely reach my clit anymore.”

Grunting, because I was suddenly remembering the first time she ever masturbated, and how I got to be there and assist, my hips pumped hard. Our skin slapped together while I warned, “Babe, you better stop being so fucking hot or I’ll blow before we get anywhere.”

Her head leaned back as she arched, reacting to me fucking her. Her delicate fingers twisted a nipple. “Better make me come before your cum drenches my belly.”

As if a race car on a heated track, I slammed on the brakes—stopped fucking and fell forward, catching myself on my hands. My body seized as I did my best not to come, because those words—the image of me spraying the belly that was growing because of, well, me coming—had me ready to come on the spot. I huffed, “Babe! Are you trying to kill me?”

A throaty giggle echoed in our bedroom for the very first time and sounded fucking fantastic. “If you aren’t going to put that dick to use, please finger fuck me. Now.”

Now, I had to pull out completely. It was either that or lose my shit. This woman was slaying me with just her words. She knew better than to talk like that while I was inside her.

On bent legs, I stared at my wet dick that was wondering why I wasn’t in the silky cave right in front of it. I think my cock’s one eye even glared at me, claiming pulling out was for ‘quitters’.

I’m no quitter, you one-eyed bastard!

With two fingers together, I slid back inside her. Unfortunately, this action didn’t help calm my erection, especially with her saying, “Add a finger and get that thumb working.”

My mouth watered as I pulled out my fingers to obey her command. Slowly, I slipped in three, salivating with how silky she felt. I couldn’t pull my eyes away.

“Thumb!”

I chuckled. “Patience is a virtue, ya know.”

Delicate fingers tried to reach around her stomach. “Do I look like I’m concerned about virtues right now?”

My mouth gaped as I stared at her private lips, begging for more. “No, babe, and I fucking love it.” I pressed the pad of my thumb to her hard nub and slowly added pressure.”

Her hands dropped and her head thrashed. “Yes, Maverick. Don’t hold back.”

I’m sure I had a wicked smile when I responded, “Like this?”

On the cusp of kicking me, she gasped for air. “Stop teasing!”

Licking my own lips, I was hungry for a taste of her wetness. “Babe, you’re dripping. It’s making me thirsty.”

Even though very pregnant, her hips tilted slightly. “I’m dying for a release, Maverick. I don’t care what you do or how you fucking do it, just take some pity on me!”

Scooting down fast because I was anxious to feast, I said, “Done. Hold on, baby.”

Hands gripped parts of the headboard that were available. “Thank God,” she hissed, then… “Ahhh, yes.” Her body eased. “Your tongue is… Oh, yes, like that.” Her hands gripped the brand-new sheets. “Fuck. That’s so good…”

Delilah used to be shy and reserved, but once she had trust in me, her reservations evaporated, leaving me in a hog heaven of lust.

Her voice shook. “You’re a god. Don’t stop.”

Score!

Gasping for air now, she let loose! “In my new bed, in a home you bought me, I’m going to come on your face.”

I warned her not to talk like that!

With that dirty talk, I let all my own reservations go and set the animal in me free.

My prey?

The delicate pussy that was never going to be the same. Delilah screamed my name as she orgasmed, me not slowing down until so much deliciousness hit my tongue that I was now ready for my own release.