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“Shit.” I’m barely through the door when the platter of cookies is starting to slip. Fletch’s quick thinking has him grabbing it from me. How he’s managing to do multiple things at once, I’ll never understand, not while his mouth is attached to mine. The moment the plate is taken away, I’m all over him. My hand continues its path, slowly sliding down his thick muscular stomach, feeling each peak and valley of his abs. Fletch’s lips on mine, his tongue licking my lower lip, the soft mewl leaving me makes him nip at it with his teeth. The tips of my fingers meet the waistband of his sweats, and every meme or video you’ve heard about a man wearing gray sweatpants is true, at least for Fletcher Wild. The outline of his thick and heavy cock had me some type of way. I was ready to throw caution to the wind and quite literally climb him like a pole. He’s a shower while also being a grower. Some men could never be as lucky as Fletch or, well, me. I’m the only one reaping the rewards.
“Oh my god,” I breathe between each word when my hand wraps around his length. I’m ashamed to say that I’ve seen his cock, felt him inside of me, but have yet to touch his dick. A complete and utter travesty I will never let happen again.
“Christ, Delilah,” he groans, his mouth leaving mine and moving to my neck, where he nips at me once again. It’s plain as day he likes to bite, and what it does to me is out-of-this-world amazing. I slowly start to work my hand up and down, twisting my wrist as I go. “Tighter,” he all but demands. His hand slides beneath my dress, grabbing a handful of my ass as he walks us backwards. The door is now shut, and my back meets the cool wood. It does nothing to calm down the desire building up inside of me. I do as he says, holding him with a firmness I’d have thought it would hurt, but apparently, that’s not the case for Fletch.
“Fletcher.” It looks like we’re not ever going to make it to a flat surface, you know, like a bed. Walls, the side of the road with me holding on to my car for dear life, and now my back is pressed against the wall. “Please, more,” I beg, feeling his fingers move closer to my center from behind. My body trembles with need. Why is it always like this when we’re near one another? The all-consuming need to be naked and have him pushing his cock inside me, it’s the only thing I can think about.
“You gonna make me come, Delilah?” Two fingers drive inside me, causing my head to tip back, giving Fletch more room to nip, suck, and lick at the column of my throat. “Woman, you get me off with your hands, I won’t be coming inside you.” His words only spur me on while I continue working his shaft. Our breaths become even more heated when I sweep my thumb over the head of his cock, gathering his precum to use in order to keep up my pace. Fletch antes up the stakes, as if we’re playing a game of Texas Hold ‘em, trying to beat who can make the other come first. We both already know who’s going to win.
He will. Always.
“Fuck, yeah, want your cunt wrapped around my cock, feel this wetness without anything between us.” His admission sends a shockwave to my core.
“I’m not on birth control.” God, how I wish I were right about now, but being celibate meant not bothering. I knew my cycle like clockwork. I’ve yet to miss a period and can tell you the day when it’ll start.
“Fuck.” The four-letter word is my sentiment exactly.
“You can pull out,” I offer as I lose his fingers. I’m ready to kick and scream, except Fletch wraps his hands around mine and rubs the blunt tip of his cock along the lace of my thong.
“Woman.” It’s a gamble, one I’m willing to take.
“I’ve never, you know.” A look like I’ve never seen before crosses his face.
“Never gone bareback, Delilah.” My thong is ripped off my body. Now there’s nothing between us. “Be sure. I’m not going to be able to stop once I feel your tight-as-fuck cunt tightening around my cock.”
“I’m positive. Fuck me, Fletcher, take me. I trust you.” My hand leaves his length, as does his.
“Watch. Look at us.” It’s a command, and I obey him without thinking anything of it.
“Fletch.” My pussy stretches around his thick length. Seeing my wetness coat him has me ready to close my eyes, and I almost lose sight of us, but I’ve come to know Fletcher Wild. He’ll pull out of me, make me wait until my eyes are back where he wants them, and only then will he give me what we both need.
“The next time I take you like this, it’ll be in front of a mirror. It’s too fucking hot to miss a moment.” He bottoms out inside of me, hitting a spot, that spot, one that feels almost painful yet doesn’t. I take a deep breath, and he must feel the exact same thing because his body locks up. “Fuck, woman, you’re killing me. So tight, so hot, so fucking wet.”
“Move, please. I need more.” I’m desperate, no longer able to keep any pretense of watching as he manages to work my body up by staying so still. My head tips back as I swallow and grind my hips downward to spur him into action.
“Goddamn it, Delilah. Off.” I’m not sure what he’s asking for until he’s pushing up my dress, and all I can do is lift my arms, then Fletch takes care of the rest. The minute I’m completely naked, his head bends downward as his fingers entwine with mine, holding them at either side of my head, and he’s pulling a nipple into his mouth. It’s an onslaught of sensations, overwhelmed with how he is able to maintain his composure as he strokes in and out of me. On every upward thrust he swivels his hips, and his pelvis hits my clit in the most delicious way imaginable.
“I’m close.” I’m unsure of how he’s going to be able to pull out with the way my pussy is clamping down, my orgasm hitting me faster than it did on the side of the road. A feat I never thought would be possible. Anyone could have seen us. The thrill of getting caught hit me fast, but that was nothing compared to this moment. His hard velvet shaft without a barrier feels indescribable.
“Fuck, yeah, get there, Delilah. I’ll pull out and paint all this beautiful fucking skin with my cum.” He pulls away from my nipple before moving to the other, this time nipping it with his teeth. That’s all it takes, and I’m soaring. Eyes closed, my hand ripping away from his to dig into in his dirty blond hair, holding him to my breast while my legs are locked around his waist.
“Fletcher.” His name tumbles from my lips on a gasp. He doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking me through my orgasm and yet somehow manages to hold himself back.
“Damn it, I’m not ready to leave your tight cunt,” he croons into my ear. It sucks that I’ve lost his mouth on my nipple, but having him talk me through my orgasm is so much better.
“I don’t want you to leave. I want to feel you, Fletch. All of you.” I’m an idiot for suggesting he come inside me. Pregnancy is a lifetime commitment.
“Woman.” He sucks on the skin beneath the shell of my ear.
“The timing isn’t right.” I’ve already calculated the days in my head while trying to coax him to let go.
“When was your period?” He plants himself inside me in one hard thrust.
“A week ago.” Fletch moves harder, faster, and somehow deeper. We maintain eye contact this time. My body starts to free-fall again. Only this time, I’m pulling Fletcher right along with me. Never in my life have I been able to come twice, back to fucking back.
“Damn, Delilah,” he grunts on an exhale as I feel him come inside me, and I’ll never want to have Fletch any other way. Which is going to be hard during certain parts of the month, so either we go back to condoms, or I get on birth control, as soon as possible.
“Yeah.” I’m speechless. The only thing I can manage to do right now is feel.
