Delilah’s Guilty Pleasure

A LONG NIGHT FOR MR ROMANO

The words sent me higher. I pushed back to meet him, moaning shamelessly. “Harder, Mr Romano! Please ruin me!”

He obliged, sped up, and snaked one hand around to rub rough circles on my throbbing c**t.

“God, I love how you submit. c*m on my c**k, show me how much you love being f****d like my perfect little slut.”

I did, sobbing his name, while squirting down my thighs as he praised me through every spasm.

“Good girl, so f*****g good for me. Oh Delilah, you’re so f*****g beautiful like this,” he praised in a ragged voice. “The most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen, taking my c**k like you were made for it.”

He groaned my name, thrust deep one last time, and flooded me with hot ropes of c*m until it overflowed, dripping messily onto the steps.

We collapsed in a heap on the stairs, panting and he pulled me into his lap, kissing my neck and shoulders softly. “You okay, gorgeous? You took that like a champ.”

“More than okay,” I whispered, shaking as the aftershocks trembled through me.

Slowly he pulled out, “f**k, I wish that was in my mouth” I cooed, watching his seed drip down my legs and Jax chuckled.

“Are you happy now, brat?” he murmured.

I smiled against his chest. “Very.”

******

Hours later, the office was dark except for the city lights filtering through the blinds. I was sprawled naked on the leather couch in his office.

My limp and sated body glowed from the city lights, showing how my skin was marked with his fingerprints and faint red lines from his belt from earlier.

With each breath my full breasts were rising, my n*****s were still peaked, and my p***y was still glistening with our mixed release.

Jax sat at his desk in shirtsleeves, tie loosened, looking unfairly gorgeous as he worked on his designs.

And then his phone rang.

Emilia.

I watched him answer, with a mischievous grin and a wicked idea forming in my mind. I slid off the couch, crawled across the carpet on all fours, ass swaying, and knelt between his legs.

His eyes widened, but he didn’t stop me.

“Hey, babe,” he said into the phone when he answered. His voice was steady even as I unbuckled his belt, unzipped and freed his c**k, veined and still half-hard from earlier.

“Em honey, I won’t be home tonight. Yeah, it’s… it’s uh gonna be a late one. I’m… I’m doing some heavy design planning for the show and the deadline is fast approaching. Work is… truly killing me.”

I licked the underside of his length slowly and teasingly, then took him deep into my hot mouth.

He stifled a groan. “Yeah, it’s gonna be a long night for me,” he managed, and his hand tangled gently in my hair to keep my mouth on his c**k “I don’t think I can make it honey… the planning for the show is very heavy. I probably won’t be home till late or early morning.”

Emilia’s voice was soft, and trusting. “Just be safe, okay? Drive careful if it’s really late. I love you so much, Jax.”

That made me to suck harder, hollowing my cheeks, swirling my tongue around the head, until his hips twitched involuntarily.

“f**k, uh, I mean… yeah. Love you too, Em,” he said in a tight voice as I took him all the way to the back of my throat. “Gotta go, I have this uh, client calling. I’ll talk to you soon.”

He hung up fast, tossed the phone aside, and looked down at me with raw hunger. “You evil little thing. Sucking my c**k while I’m talking to my wife?”

I pulled off with a wet pop, stroking his slick girth slowly. “You liked it. Admit it Mr Romano”

“You’re insatiable” He hauled me up to my feet, flipped me onto the couch on my back, and spread my legs wide. My p***y was flushed and puffy, with c*m still leaking from earlier. He groaned at the sight.

“Ughh, such a pretty cunt,” he rasped, sliding two fingers through my folds. “All used and soaked with my c*m. Did I mention how f*****g perfect you are?”

But instead of f*****g me like I expected, he slapped my legs close, put on his shirt then grabbed his phone, along with his keys. “Get dressed. We’re going somewhere I can take my time with you.”

Then he booked a suite at the Grand Lumière, the most expensive hotel in downtown Paris.

But that wasn’t the end of the night.

Thirty minutes later we were in the private elevator, his hand under my dress, kneading my ass cheeks and slipping between my wet legs to tease my hole until I was trembling and aching for him again.

The platinum suite was obscene: it had floor-to-ceiling windows with a skyline view, plush king sized bed draped in silk, champagne already chilling in an ice bucket and a jacuzzi bubbling.

Jax stripped me slowly this time, kissing every inch of the skin he exposed: my collarbone, the swell of my breasts, sucking my n*****s until I arched and moaned.

“Lie back, beautiful,” he murmured, pushing me on the bed. “I just want to make you feel good.”

My breasts heaved and he sucked my pink, hard n*****s gently. No biting, just worship.

Then he went lower just to spread my thighs, and stare at my p***y like it was art.

My p***y was a sight to behold. The puffy lips were parted, the c**t engorged, and my inner thighs were bruised from his grips. “What a masterpiece you are, Delilah. I could live between these legs.” He compliments and lowered his head.

Jax’s tongue traced my folds softly, lapping up the sweetness of my cunt, “you taste like heaven” then he circled my c**t with wicked patience.

“Yes… don’t stop” I writhed on the bed, while my fingers gripped his hair as I moaned his name, but he sucked harder, even when I bucked uncontrollably.

He brought me to the edge twice, then backed off, until I was begging him for more.

And when he gave me more, I came hard, gushing p***y juices into his mouth.

“Please, Jax. I need you inside me.”

He rose, and shed his clothes. Then his broad shoulders, sculpted chest, thick rock-hard c**k which was dripping pre-c*m came into view.

He crawled over me, and slid into my warm cunt slowly, inch by inch, missionary style with his eyes locked on mine.

“Feel that, baby?” he whispered, as he ground his hips in rhythmic circles. “Feel how perfectly we fit? You’re made for me. You’re so tight, and so warm. I could stay buried in you forever.”

We rocked together, sweat-slicked and gasping, building a hot and intense orgasm together. He flipped me onto my side, spooned me close, and while one hand kneaded my tit, the other rubbed my c**t.

“I could f**k you forever,” he groaned in my ears. “You’re everything.”

“I’m… I’m… I’m gonna c*m… Jax!”

“c*m with me, beautiful,” he whispered against my cheek as he sucked an earlobe while heat curled in my abdomen.

We came together, with my p***y clenching around him, milking his hot pulsing c**k inside me, while he groaned my name like a prayer.

“Oh, Delilah!”

After, he held me close, stroking my hair, and kissing my forehead.

“Stay with me tonight.”

“But… your wife…”

“Shh, baby. Allow me take care of you now.”

I did.

*****

Meanwhile, across the city, Emilia sat alone at the dining table, phone clutched in her hand with tears streaming down her face. Dinner for two grew cold on the table.

She stared at the empty chair opposite her, the house was too quiet.”

He’d sounded distracted and rushed on the phone when he said “Love you too, Em.” And it tugged at something inside of her

She knew. Deep down, she always suspected. Sobs wracked her as she clutched her chest, whispering to no one, “Why am I not enough?”

After wiping her tears, Emilia poured herself a glass of wine with shaky hands, whispering to the silent house, “Come home, Jax. Come home to me”

But he didn’t.

Because he was miles away, buried deep and lost inside Delilah again; from the hotel balcony, to f*****g her in the shower, water cascading over their sleek bodies, to whispering how perfect she was, and how he couldn’t get enough.

And she let him ruin her.

Because no matter how wrong it was, in his arms she felt like the only woman in his world.

Which she intended to be… after she was done with Emilia.