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by M. E. Clayton


  My left hand latched onto his waist as my right hand shot back to wrap around the arm of the hand he had fisted in my hair. He was tightening his hold, and it was beginning to hurt. “Bec…because I don’t know what I’m doing,” I confessed.

  Deke looked sinister, and his voice was rough and raw, but it didn’t match his words. “Lamb, if that was you not knowing what you’re doing, then I’m fucked when you finally do know,” he growled.

  That was it.

  That was the praise I had been looking for, but it was cut short when he said, “You say you don’t know what you’re doing, but if that were the case, then why do I want to wait to taste your pussy for another time, and just throw you on the bed and fuck you until you bleed all over me?”

  Holy shit. “Deke…”

  “If you don’t know what you’re doing, then why do I want to forget that this is your first time, and fuck you like a dirty slut?” He asked, making my center throb and my knees weak. “Why do you have my dick harder than it’s ever fucking been, Delaney, if you don’t know what you’re doing?”

  “I can still taste you on my tongue,” I whispered, not knowing exactly why I said that.

  Deke leaned down until I could feel his breath on my face. “By the time I’m done with you, Delaney, you’re going have the taste, feel, and scent of my cum all over your body, baby.”

  Well, damn.

  Chapter 21

  Deke~

  If I hadn’t seen with my own two eyes just how nervous Delaney had been, and still was, I would never have guessed that had been her first blowjob. Delaney had sucked my cock like she had been inside my head. She mastered every stroke to make me erupt in her mouth quicker than I’ve ever had.

  And I had been right.

  It had been the best head of my life.

  And now? Now, all I wanted to do was tear into her. I wanted to fuck her, and I don’t mean just fuck her. I wanted to rut her. I wanted to sink my teeth in the back of her neck and draw blood as she came on my cock. I wanted to own her. I wanted to possess her.

  I wanted to fucking hurt her.

  My dark side, the one that I worked to hide so well, had been unleashed.

  She had unleashed it.

  I know now that Delaney had unleashed it the night at the beach. It had just been biding its time until she granted me permission to use her.

  To love her.

  And I planned on beating into her body until she begged me to stop, but as much as I was primed and ready to go, I needed to prepare her. I knew this. I knew I couldn’t let loose just yet. She’d never let me near her again if I didn’t bring her some pleasure.

  I released my hold in her hair and told her, “Get on the bed.”

  “Deke…” she pleaded.

  “Get on the fucking bed, Delaney,” I snapped.

  I watched her crazy-sexy body run to the side of the bed, yank the covers back, and hide underneath. I stalked towards her and her face was a beautiful blush as she took in my naked body. I got into bed and climbed over her. I braced all my weight on my elbows as I looked down at her.

  Delaney looked terrified and my dick started to harden again. “Tell me again,” I demanded.

  Her big brown eyes searched mine. “I want you,” she surrendered.

  My lips touched her scar, and I went from there and started working my way down her body. She let out soft moans and whimpers as I traveled over her skin. When my face got to her big tits, I did what I’ve been wanting to do since forever; I grabbed her left tit and started sucking on her light pink nipple. It was hard and waiting for me.

  “Oh, God…” she mewled as her hands sunk into my hair.

  I turned to her right tit and gave it the same attention. Her skin tasted clean, and she smelled like my body wash and that was fucking me up something fierce. When I was done with her tits, I kept traveling south, anticipation coursing through my every nerve at finally finding out what Delaney’s pussy would taste like. “Spread your legs for me, baby,” I cajoled. I wasn’t going to take her slowly, but I needed everything, before I sunk my dick into her, to be perfect for her. I needed her body soaking wet with release and I needed her mind unable to think behind the pleasure I was giving her.

  Delaney’s legs opened for me, and soon I was nestled in between her smooth, creamy thighs. The second her scent hit my nostrils I knew what it felt like to be a drug addict. I knew I was going to move her in tomorrow because there’s no way I was going to live without her next to me every night.

  Resting the weight of my shoulders on the inside of her thighs, I used my hands to spread her smooth pussy lips open and took that first swipe at euphoria, and Delaney tasted every bit as delicious as I knew she would.

  “Oh, my God, Deke…” she cried, her hands flying over her to grab onto the headboard. Delaney had a tight trimmed triangle above her clit, but the rest of her was bare, and so it was easier to eat and lick her everywhere.

  And I did.

  I devoured her.

  I made out with her pussy and it wasn’t until she gave up that first orgasm that I finally sunk my fingers into her pussy, and it was just as tight was the last time they were in her wet cunt. I turned the upward and massaged that spot that so many guys don’t have the patience to look for.

  Or they were just fucking tools and couldn’t find it.

  I pulled my face away from Delaney’s pussy longer enough to demand, “Give me another, baby. Soak my fucking face.”

  She moaned and her hips started to match the rhythm of my fingers. I kept my tongue on her clit as my fingers worked her pussy and, soon enough, she was giving me her second cum of the night. But I needed one more. I seriously needed her soaked to prevent any serious damage to her body. Not trying to brag, but The Lord blessed me, and He wasn’t stingy about it.

  After tearing another orgasm from Delaney, I wiped my face on the inside of her right thigh and kissed my way back up her body. When I reached her face, she looked sated and ready to pass out, and it was exactly how I needed her.

  Because my dick was harder than iron, I didn’t have to use my hand to guide the head towards her opening. I braced myself on my elbows, started down at a very high-looking Delaney, and slammed my cock balls deep inside her unused body with one thrust.

  “Deke!” she screamed as she threw her head back and her hands fisted the sheet on either side of us.

  I was such a bastard.

  I’ve always been a bastard and have always taken what I wanted. But, never in my life, have I ever wanted something like I wanted Delaney. So, instead of going slow, instead of giving her time to adjust, instead of making this special for her, I drilled into her like she was a seasoned pro. “Fuck, Lamb,” I grunted. “You’re so fucking tight.”

  “Deke, it hurts,” she cried, and it was like music to my ears.

  “I know. I know, and it’s going to keep hurting because I can’t fucking stop, Delaney,” I panted, breaking the news to her. “I’m not going to stop fucking you, baby. Not until you cum all over my cock and milk me dry.”

  “Oh, God…” she whimpered.

  Delaney was in pain. She was fisting the sheets. She had tears leaking down the side of her face. She was moaning and whimpering. But most importantly? She wasn’t telling me to stop.

  She was taking every hard thrust into her body and her hips were pushing back, and I knew why. She had mentioned how Melissa had looked powerful on her knees, and I knew my loss of control was Delaney’s way of feeling powerful. She wasn’t going to tell me to stop because she wanted to break me. She wanted to give as good as she got. My weakness was her aphrodisiac.

  Delaney wanted me at her mercy, and I was there.

  She felt like absolute Heaven with her pussy wrapped so tightly around my cock, and I knew I’d never get enough of this. I knew, now, why Ramsey and Liam had such a connection with Em and Linnie. Looking down, and seeing Delaney’s virgin blood all over me, was enough to make me want to stay buried in her every minute of every day. E
ven my bite mark on her neck hadn’t brought out this kind of possessiveness. Delaney was officially mine now, and that knowledge had me ramming my cock into her so hard, I knew we were both going to be sporting bruises.

  “You’re mine, Delaney,” I grunted. “Say it.”

  Her legs opened wider and, instead, she said, “I…I think I’m going to cum again, Deke.”

  “Fucking say it!” I barked.

  “Yours,” she moaned hysterically. “I’m yours.”

  I braced my weight on the flat of my hands and fucked Delaney like I was going insane; and I think I was. “Cum on my cock, baby,” I begged. “I want to see your blood and our cum on my cock.”

  “Oh, Jesus…” she groaned, and then her hands latched onto my arms as she threw her head back and came all over me.

  Her pussy’s contractions around my dick were enough to set me off. I came with a force that almost put my back out.

  But I didn’t stop.

  I didn’t stop slamming into Delaney until my dick started to soften. I made sure every last drop of my seed was nestled deep inside her womb. When I did finally pull out, I fell onto my back and pulled her to me. I felt her hot tears on my chest, but I didn’t ask about them. Nor did I hurry to clean us up. I liked us laying there dirty with one another.

  After a few minutes, I asked that one question that needed to be asked, “Delaney, are you on birth control?”

  Her body shot up and the gasp that escaped her was loud enough to be heard downstairs. She looked down at me, eyes wide and face pale. “You…you didn’t…you didn’t use a condom?”

  I smirked and shook my head. “Nope,” I admitted. “And I’m not ever going to.”

  Chapter 22

  Delaney~

  My body felt like I’d been run over by a bus. Even though we were only able to have sex three times throughout the night, my body felt like it had been taken a million times over.

  Because Deke hadn’t been slow or tender, in the least, my body had shut down after only three times. There was no longer any pleasure towards the end and that’s when he finally took mercy on me.

  But Holy Bejesus, those first two times? Oh, there had been pain, quite a bit of it actually, but the pleasure? The pleasure had been overwhelming enough to ignore the pain.

  But more than that? Seeing Deke Marlow lose control to have me had been like an intellectual orgasm. I hadn’t cared what he was doing to my body because my mind had reached an altered state where making Deke lose control…validated me, somehow.

  His inability to go slow, to make love to me had me believing every word out of his mouth about how desperate he was for me. Even knowing I’d never be as important to him as his friends, his…frantic mating made me feel like I mattered. I was significant to this guy. And for a wallflower, whom no one ever paid attention to, that was an aphrodisiac I was afraid I might be addicted to.

  The only time he showed any tenderness at all was after the first time, he had run a hot bath to ease some of the discomfort from his invasion into my body. We sat in his tub with the jets on until our skin started pruning. After that, Deke had taken me to bed again, and repeated everything he had done the first time. He kissed me all over, bringing me another climax before thrusting into me brutally again.

  I wish I could say I was offended that he hadn’t taken care with my body, and that he ruined my first, second, and third time, but I couldn’t say that. His unreasonable need fueled my need to matter to someone. Oh, I knew I mattered to Ava, but she’s about the only person who I mattered to on a personal level. I mattered to my parents and the Reynolds as a means to an end.

  And as pathetic as it was, the bruising, the bite marks, the hickeys…I reveled in them because, a few days from now, they would be proof that last night really did happen.

  “You hungry?”

  I looked up and Deke was in the doorway, one shoulder leaning against the frame. I winced as I sat up in Deke’s bed, but that couldn’t be helped. I hurt all over. “A bit,” I replied feeling a bit awkward, which was ridiculous considering this guy has had his face in between my legs.

  His head jerked towards the nightstand. “There’s a glass of water and some ibuprofen,” he said, and I turned my head to see a glass of water and two little tablets. My heart stammered.

  I reached over and grabbed the water and pills and downed them in one swallow. I looked back at Deke and asked, “Can…is there time for me to take a shower?”

  He stood up straight and walked towards the bed. “It’s Saturday,” he said casually. “There’s time for whatever you want.”

  Those last words had me wishing I wasn’t so sore, which reminded me…“Deke, we need to talk,” I said as my stomach hollowed out.

  He sat down next to me, and his hand reached out to caress my thigh over the sheets. “Yeah? About what?”

  It was hard to concentrate looking into the portrait of such perfection. Deke Marlow was hot as hell. His black hair and green eyes were a lethal combination all their own, but throw in that face and body? No one should be so good-looking.

  I finally snapped out of my daze. “We…we didn’t use protection last night, Deke,” I reminded him. “Not only was that unsafe…it was super reckless. Never mind an STD, a baby would bond us for life.” I wish I could say my inexperience made this all Deke’s fault, but I couldn’t. Yeah, the first time, fell more on his shoulders since he’s the one with the experience, but I hadn’t protested the next couple of times knowing I was unprotected. I chose pleasure over responsibility and I wasn’t going to pretend otherwise.

  Deke cocked his head and the edge of his lip lifted as if he was trying not to laugh at me. “Lamb, if you want to get on the pill or something, that’s fine,” he replied. “However, we’re going to keep fucking without protection until you do.” He shrugged a shoulder. “If you get pregnant, so be it.”

  I stared at him dumbfounded.

  Absolutely dumbfounded.

  He couldn’t be serious.

  My mind got to working again. “Are you out of your mind?” I whispered, stunned. “Who in the hell wants to be a parent at 18-years-old?”

  Deke laughed, further substantiating his insanity. “If it means I get you forever, I’ll knock you up every goddamn nine months, Delaney.”

  I searched his green eyes for signs of alteration, because he had to be on drugs, right? “You…you cannot be serious, Deke,” I sputtered. “No one wants to be parents in high school. No one.”

  He really laughed this time, as if he was privy to some little secret. “I know two guys who would argue that point,” he chuckled.

  I didn’t like being laughed at. I sat up straighter and smoothed the sheet over my lap. “Ramsey and Liam don’t count,” I flung back.

  His brows rose at my tone. “And why don’t they count?”

  “Because those love stories are legendary, Deke,” I pointed out, as if he didn’t know.

  He smirked. “Ahhhh, I see,” he said, his voice dripping with superiority. “Legendary…”

  I wanted to smack him again.

  “Yes,” I huffed. “So, it’s okay if Emerson or Roselyn get pregnant because they’ll want for nothing for the rest of their lives.”

  “And you think if I get you pregnant, I’ll what?” he asked. “What exactly do you think will happen if I knocked you up?”

  Why were we even having this conversation? I just freakin’ lost my virginity, and Deke was talking about pregnancy like…holy shit!

  “Do you have kids?” I asked incredulously.

  Deke’s head reared back, and he looked offended. “Fuck no, I don’t have any kids,” he barked. “Why would you think I have kids?”

  Was he for real? “Be…because you’re sitting here talking about knocking me up every nine months as if it’s no big deal!” I screeched. “You’re also talking about teenage pregnancy like it’s…normal, or okay.”

  Deke rolled his eyes, and I seriously wanted to do him bodily harm. “First off, there is not
hing wrong with a person if they get pregnant early.” He shrugged a shoulder. “Shit happens. Second, we have more money than most. If you or the girls got pregnant, it’s not like it would be a struggle.”

  My eyes felt like they were going to pop out of my head. “We’re teenagers, for Christ’s sake, Deke. We have futures that would be changed forever by a pregnancy.”

  He shrugged a shoulder again. “All I’m saying is that if you don’t want to get pregnant, you better work out your birth control soon, because I’m not wrapping it up.”

  My stomach started churning with an ugly thought. “Do…do you have unprotected sex often?”

  I wasn’t sure what it was about my question, but Deke looked murderous all of the sudden. “I’m not going to discuss the other girls I’ve slept with, with you.”

  “I have the right to know,” I hissed, hurt, jealous, and confused. I didn’t want to discuss Deke’s other conquests any more than he did, but I had the right to know. If he was insisting on having unprotected sex, and I was too weak to stop him, I needed to know.

  His mask fell back into place as he said, “I’ve only had unprotected sex with one other girl in all my life. I can run to the clinic for bloodwork if you’re so worried about it, Delaney.”

  I could swear my heart stopped beating.

  Everything that made me a girl wanted his words to have been that, I was the only one, but hearing him admit he’s gone bare with one other girl broke my heart. A small part of me wished for the rumor about him and Roselyn to be true because then I’d know, without a doubt, that she’d be the girl he was referring to. If not…well, then that meant there was a girl in Deke’s past that he cared enough about to risk his future for.

  And then I thought about how I’d feel if it were Roselyn. They were so close, would I feel jealous? Would their friendship make me feel more insecure than I already was?

  But then I got to thinking about Roselyn and Liam, and I knew that if Roselyn was that girl, whatever they had was long gone. Liam, Roselyn, and Deke wouldn’t be as close as they were if there were any residual feelings between Deke and Roselyn.

 

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