Page 68 of Special Delivery

Her eyes widen, and I notice the moisture in the corners. She’s desperate to come, but she’ll need to show patience. Not willing to risk it, I lift her high enough that my cock slips out.

“No, please…” she protests.

“Where’s your bedroom?”

She points to the other end of the hallway, so I make quick work of getting us into the room. There’s no time for a tour. As soon as I find the bed, I drop her onto it. She falls to her elbows, watching me while I undress with parted lips and flushed cheeks. Her hair’s a mess, her eyes teary, her body wearing marks from rubbing all over my clothes, but she never looked more beautiful. My clothes now on the floor, I stalk toward her on the bed.

“Is it hard to wait?”

Her throat bobs as she swallows. “So hard.”

Placing my knees on the bed, I grab her chin. “I know, baby. But good girls who wait get rewarded.” Something flashes in her eyes, and I know that I have her. “On your stomach.” She inhales sharply. “Now, Paige.” She turns onto her front, showing me miles of creamy skin. “On your hands and knees. Let me see that pretty ass of yours.”

She hesitates for a second, but eventually does what I say. Seeing her on all fours, my cock twitches. I grab it roughly, telling him he’ll have to wait a little longer. Kneading my hands into the flesh of her ass, I drop down to press my lips on her center. Her taste engulfs me instantly, eliciting a groan. I suck on her clit, making her body jerk. I slip my tongue into her drenched pussy, letting out another groan. Finally, I land a loud smack on her ass.

She gasps loudly, and I use the moment to slip my aching cock back to where it craves to be. Paige’s cry echoes in the room, while I close my eyes to adjust to the paradise that is her pussy.

“Fuck, Paige, that cunt of yours. I’m fucking obsessed with it.” I emphasize my words with a sharp thrust, and she moves forward on the bed.

My fingers dig into her hips, hard enough to bruise, and the idea of leaving marks on her body only spurs me on. I thrust harder and faster, her wet heat quickly planting the seeds for my release. It starts at the base of my spine, working its way up. I bite into my bottom lip, trying to postpone it, but it’s no use.

“Please… I-I can’t hold off anymore,” she begs.

“Come for me, Paige. Clench my cock with your perfect cunt.”

Like clockwork, she does. Her pussy convulses, wringing my climax. Her chest lowers to the bed while her legs tremble, her release overtaking her. There’s no time for me to pull out. Not that I’d want to, anyway. The spasms turn into flutters as she whimpers, and I pump her full of my cum. I fall onto her back, unable to hold myself upright any longer.

My lips press a soft kiss to her spine, making her shiver. “Fucking perfect, Paige. That’s what you are…”

Eventually, our breaths settle, and I pull out, marveling at the way my cum drips out of her. On reflex, my tongue darts out to lick her soaked, reddened flesh, pushing my cum back inside. It’s something I’ve never done before, but the taste of the two of us is intoxicating.

“Aaah, Ryan,” she murmurs. She’s sensitive, I know, but I can’t force myself to stop this.

“I want you to give me one more, baby. I know you can do it.”

“I-I can’t…”

A loud smack sounds out, and it’s then I realize I spanked her again. She lets out a moan while I continue eating her out. Her juices soak my beard, which leaves angry red marks over her skin, but by the sound of her whimpers and the goosebumps on her skin, I know she’s enjoying it. I lick her like I’m starving, which I am. I’m starving to have her fall apart for me one more time.

There’s no rhyme or reason to my motions, only pure desire. My cock is already half-hard by the time she starts squirming under my touch. I keep her tightly in place until she’s coming all over my tongue, her screams filling the room.

It’s only then I feel sated, help her turn to me, and connect our lips. I want her to taste herself, to taste us, to know how good we feel.

“Fuck…” she whispers once our mouths separate.

I huff out a laugh. “Yeah, fuck.”

She scatters to the bathroom, returning a few minutes after, wearing a bathrobe. The same bathrobe she wore the first time I saw her. Her gaze catches on something on the floor, and she crouches to pick it up. It’s the pink toy I got for her. She places it on her dresser, avoiding eye contact.

“Did you manage to try them all out?” I ask, bringing an arm under my head.

“What?” She glances at me, her eyes widening at the sight of my naked form.

It’s adorable, really. To be embarrassed after everything we’ve just done. “The toys? Did you try them all out?”

“I did.” Her head tips to the side. “Well, almost all of them.”

That sparks my interest, making me sit up. “Which one is left?”