Delilah’s Guilty Pleasure

TEASING LITTLE SLUT

“Mr Romano,” I whispered to the camera, as my fingers slipped out of my slick folds. “I’m so sore from you… but I can’t stop.”

My juices coated my hand “You f****d me so good this morning, made me cry and come until I passed out.”

“You’re the best…” I bit my lip to stifle my moan“… the best c**k I’ve ever had Mr Romano . No one else could ever make me feel like this.”

I circled my c**t slowly , then faster, moaning loud now. “I’m still full of your c*m. Can you see it?” I dipped inside, pulled my fingers out shiny and held them to the camera. “This is all you. Only you.”

I plunged my fingers inside again, pumping slow, then fast, moaning his name until my hips bucked and I came hard, fresh c*m juices coating my hand. I sent the video with a single text: Can’t stop thinking about you.

And his reply was instant: You might just be the end of me, Delilah.

With a satisfied grin, I slipped out of the bathroom and walked back to the studio.

We were all working when suddenly the intercom crackled. Jax’s low voice filled the entire floor.

“Everyone, go home. Don’t worry, it’s a paid day-off, so clear out now, I need time alone to think and… create new ideas.”

Murmurs rose, and whispers erupted; some were confused, some were grateful.

And because they stalled, the next time Jax spoke his tone was commanding, and his annoyance sliced through the air. “I. SAID, pack up and get the f**k out! You all are getting paid for it. I don’t want to see a single soul in here in five minutes.”

This time the chairs scraped.

“Except you Delilah, get me the blue chiffons from the storage room, I’ll need your help here.” Footsteps tapped hurriedly until the studio emptied fast and soon the doors shut.

In less than five minutes the office was silent except for the hum of the air-conditioning and my own racing heartbeat.

I stayed glued to my screen, pretending to type, but my n*****s hardened against my bra, anticipation pooling hot between my legs. Then I heard him…

Heaven boots echoed from across the room, slow and predatory… I could feel him coming for me, hunting me like prey.

My breath hitched, I bolted from my desk, and slipped past the exit corridor, down the spiral staircase, with my pulse racing. I wanted to make him chase. Make him earn it.

The stairwell door banged open somewhere nearby… He was hunting and he was close.

Role play had always been my thing and I’d always loved an obsessive lover being my predator. The chase was half the fun.

I had barely made it ten steps before his hand clamped around my upper arm and the door slammed shut behind us.

Jax dragged me back down the stairwell, shoved me face-first against the concrete wall, and leaned in to devour my mouth with his.

“You think you can run from me, you teasing little slut?” Jax growled, His body pinned mine, and his hard c**k ground into my ass through his pants. “After that video? Showing me how wet my punishment made you? You’re begging for more, aren’t you?”

I gasped, arching back against him instinctively. “What are you gonna do about it, Mr Romano? Punish me again?”

His laugh was dark, and filthy. He spun me around, eyes blazing as he ripped my blouse open. The buttons popped without struggle, scattering across the steps.

“You’re trying to kill me, Delilah” Jax growled and my lacy bra followed, he yanked it down to expose my heaving t**s as they spilled out, stiff n*****s begging in the cool air and he groaned like a starving man.

“f**k, look at these perfect t**s,” he rasped, palming them roughly, thumbs flicking the hard peaks until I whimpered. “So full, so f*****g responsive. You’re a goddess, Delilah. My goddess. And I’m gonna worship you by f*****g you to a wreck”

Jax’s mouth descended again, sucking one n****e hard while his fingers plunged under my skirt. He groaned against my skin when he found me soaked. “This cunt is greedy today… Jesus, you’re still dripping for me. You’re f*****g unreal.”

Two thick fingers thrust inside me without warning. I cried out, back arching, hands gripping his shoulders.

Jax crashed his mouth onto mine to swallow my moans, his tongue invaded and claimed. I kissed back fiercely, with my nails digging into his shoulders. He broke away, shoving me down a few steps until my back hit the railing. “On your knees first. Show me how sorry you are for being such a brat.”

I dropped willingly, and my knees scraped the concrete, but the pain only fueled the heat. I unzipped him fast, freeing his massive c**k with thick veins pulsing, the head slick with pre-c*m, and his balls heavy and full. “God, Mr Romano, you’re so big,” I murmured, stroking him from base to tip. “I love your size.”

“Suck it,” he ordered, fisting my hair. “Take it deep like the good girl you are.”

I obeyed, and my lips stretched around his girth as I swallowed him down.

He groaned, and his hips thrust shallow at first. “That’s it, baby. f**k, your mouth is heaven. So warm, so tight. You’re suck me so good, my perfect little cocksucker.” Then he began to f**k my mouth with fervor.

The praise mixed with roughness made me gush with energy. I bobbed faster, gagging slightly as he hit the back of my throat, and tears pricked my eyes. He pulled me off his d**k with a wet pop, hauled me up, and bent me over the railing.

My skirt was hiked up, and my panties were yanked aside, he didn’t even bother removing them fully.

“Spread those legs,” he commanded, slapping my ass hard enough to sting. “Show me that pretty p***y. Yeah, just like that.. you're such a needy slut, Delilah, but you’re my needy slut. The

hottest woman I’ve ever fucked.”

Two fingers plunged into me, scissoring my hole roughly, and stretching me. I cried out, and gripped the railing. “Oh Mr Romano! Oh God…harder!”

He added a third, curling them viciously against my G-spot. “You take it so well. Look at you, clenching around my fingers like you can’t get enough.”

“Mr Romano… please…” tears of pleasure clouded my sight.

“Please what?” He curled his fingers in a come-hither motion, stroking that same spot that made my knees buckle. “Please f**k you raw again? Please remind you who owns every inch of this body?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “All of it.”

I heard his belt open, next was his zipper, then I felt the hot, rigid length of his c**k sliding through my slick folds.

He didn’t ease in. It took one brutal thrust, and he was buried balls deep in my cunt.

My walls fluttered around his thickness “f**k… yeah” I cried out, and it echoed into the empty space.

Thank God we were alone.

Jax didn’t hold back, he pounded me relentlessly, skin slapping against skin loudly in the empty stairwell, and his balls smacking my c**t with every thrust.

“f**k, your tight cunt is gripping me like a vice,” he grunted, one hand wrapped around my throat from behind, squeezing just enough to make my eyes roll back and make head spin. “You feel that? That’s me owning you. Every inch. You’re mine, baby… my beautiful, bratty queen.”

He gripped my hips and slammed in with heavy thrusts that jolted my whole body against the railing. “This is how horny you make me. My c**k is addicted to you.” He groaned.

Tears streamed down my face from the intensity, and pleasure coiled viciously in my core. “f**k me harder” I cried “My p***y is yours!”

He spanked my ass mid-thrust, the crack echoing. “My good girl.

Begging so pretty.”

“Tell me,” he demanded, changed his pace and began f*****g me slowly but hard, like he was torturing me on purpose. “Tell me who f***s you best.”

“You,” I gasped. “Only you. I love how your c**k ruins me every time.”

“That’s right baby” he grunted, pulling back just to slam deep again.