Dirty Pucker (Denver Bashers #2)

32. Del

Chapter 32

Del

A growl rips from my throat.

Holy fuck is it hot hearing Ingrid asking for my cock.

I take a second to soak in this moment.

Ingrid lies on her bed, legs sprawled wide, her skin flushed, her gold-blonde hair messy. Her pussy is still swollen and glistening from when I used her vibrator on her seconds ago.

Fuck, was it sexy watching her come that hard… feeling her come that hard.

She thrashed on top of me like she had completely lost control of her entire body to pleasure.

My dick is throbbing, aching to be inside of her.

It was the sweetest torture watching her get so turned on and have such a wild orgasm. As much as I wanted to taste her sweet pussy, as much as my dick throbbed to be inside of her, I wanted to prioritize her pleasure even more.

First off, because she deserves to get off. And second, because it’s a huge turn-on for me. Nothing turns me on more than teasing the woman I’m with, watching her go wild with pleasure.

I reach behind my neck and rip off my shirt, then unzip my jeans and slide them down my legs.

I hook my thumbs in the waistband of my boxer briefs right as I notice Ingrid looking up at me, her blue eyes glittery as her gaze rakes across my body.

I grin and pull off my boxer briefs.

She lets out a breath. “Wow.”

“You keep saying that.”

“It’s just…you are ridiculously hot.”

I chuckle at the sweet compliment she’s given me. It feels pretty incredible that this stunning woman thinks I look so good.

I lean down and press a soft kiss to her lips. “So are you.”

She reaches up and grabs the base of my cock, gently stroking me a few times.

My breathing turns ragged as pressure and heat build in my dick and balls. After a minute, I wrap my hand around her wrist, stopping her.

“As good as that feels, I need to be inside of you.”

There’s a wicked flash in her bright blue eyes as she smiles up at me.

I lean down and grab my pants, take my wallet out of the pocket, and fish out a condom. I tear it open with my teeth and glide it onto my cock, which is throbbing and hard as steel.

I position myself between her legs and line the head of my cock against her pussy, teasing the entrance.

She closes her eyes and rolls her head back. She whines my name. “Del…”

“Yeah, sweetheart?” I drag the head of my cock over her clit, then run it down her slit.

She whimpers and frowns, eyes still closed. I smile, amused at how cute she looks right now, all flushed and worked up.

I tease her with the head of my cock for another few seconds. She makes a frustrated noise and opens her eyes. She furrows her brow as she looks at me, but then a moment later her expression eases and she starts to smile.

“Stop teasing me. I said I want your cock.”

Again my dick throbs, but I hold back. This is too much fun, playing with her like this.

When I sink the head of my dick into her pussy, she gasps. But then I stop.

I lock my gaze on her. “Beg for my dick like a good girl.”

Heat flashes in those soft blue eyes. The corner of her mouth quirks up. “So bossy.”

“Just how you like it, right, sweetheart?”

I give her another inch but then stop. Her eyelids flutter.

“I need your dick, Del. Please…” she whimpers.

I give her another inch. Pleasure rockets through my cock. Jesus, she’s so wet and so tight and feels so fucking good…

I grit my teeth as the ache in my balls deepens. It’s painful not being all the way inside her perfect pussy, but I need to pace myself and the pain is gonna help me last longer.

She reaches her hand down and grips the wrist of the hand holding my cock, but I keep still. I don’t give her another inch of me. She gazes at me, her mouth half open as her breathing picks up. Her breaths are fast and shallow now, and her pupils are black pools ringed in soft blue. She’s so turned on.

I dip my head lower and stare at her. “I said beg, sweetheart.”

She blinks and sinks her teeth into that pouty bottom lip. “Please, Del…give me your cock…I need it…so bad…I’m gonna die without it…”

With those magic words, I slam into her. We both cry out. I’m still for a solid five seconds to keep myself from coming right then and there. She feels so fucking good…

I lean down and press a kiss to her temple. “Jesus fucking Christ, sweetheart,” I babble. “You’re tight and so wet.”

She lets out a shaky breath. “You’re huge…”

I smile. “But look how well you take me, sweetheart.”

Her eyelids flutter. Her gaze is drunk and hazy.

“So big…so good…” she babbles.

“You’re gonna give me a massive ego if you keep talking like that.”

A breathy chuckle falls from those pouty lips. She groans.

“You doing okay, sweetheart?” I lean back to look at her. Her eyes are cloudy and dazed, but she nods.

“Yeah.” She flashes a sweet smile. “You fill me up perfectly.”

My ego has never been so big. This woman is a dream come true.

I thrust, slowly at first, keeping a steady rhythm.

“How does that feel?”

She’s nodding even before I finish asking her the question.

“Amazing…how do you feel this big and this good…” Her eyes roll and she leans her head back against the mattress.

“Look at you taking my dick, sweetheart,” I murmur, glancing down and watching my cock disappear inside of her. “It’s like your pussy was made for my cock.”

She flashes that sexy, teasing smile up at me before biting her lip. Her smile fades and her brow furrows as the pleasure intensifies.

I keep that steady pace for a minute. Heat simmers in my balls. Pleasure builds right underneath it. I fight the urge to speed up and fuck her hard. As much as I want to do that, I’ll come in less than a minute. I want this to be good for Ingrid. I want this to last. I want her to have at least one more orgasm before I even think about coming.

She reaches her arms up and digs her nails into my back. The flash of pain makes me even harder.

“Fuck yeah. Run your nails all over my back.”

She moans and does what I say. I groan, savoring the burn of her nails across my back.

She grips my shoulders and looks me in the eye. “Can you go harder? Please?”

I shake my head. “If I go any harder, I’m gonna come.”

She offers a sweet smile. “That’s okay. You already made me come.”

“You need to come one more time before I do.”

She blinks like I’ve said the most shocking thing in the world.

I grab one of her vibrators from the bed and flip it on, then press it to her clit. Her mouth falls open and she inhales sharply. She digs her nails into my shoulders. Her legs start to shake.

“Del…oh my god…”

I thrust into her harder, keeping a steady rhythm. Her entire body starts to shake. She’s so close.

I turn up the speed on the vibrator. Her hands slide down my arms, settling onto my forearms. She digs her nails into the meaty muscled part. I fuck her harder and deeper.

A second later, she breaks. She comes screaming my name, thrashing between the bed and my body. I hold the vibrator steady and keep my pace. After a bit, her movements start to slow, but then that familiar panic flashes in her eyes.

She grips her fingers into me again as her body shakes. “No way…”

Her head falls back as she whimpers. Her pussy tightens around my cock as her third orgasm hits her.

I groan, insanely turned on. She’s coming hard on my cock for the second time in two minutes, and holy shit, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Give me another one.”

She whimpers and yelps through her orgasm.

My resolve finally unravels. That pressure in my dick and balls is too much. I can’t hold off any longer.

I toss the vibrator aside and grip Ingrid’s hips with both hands and fuck her as hard as I can.

Liquid heat gathers at the base of my spine.

“Your pussy…” I mutter. “So fucking tight…so fucking good…”

The pleasure inside of me crests. I make it ten more seconds before I explode. I come so hard that my brain feels like it’s splintering into a million pieces.

All the muscles in my body tense. My blood pumps hot. I feel like I’m on fire, engulfed in flames of pleasure.

My vision blurs. As I start to come down, I slow down my movements.

It takes a few seconds of blinking before I can make out images again. The first thing I see is Ingrid gazing up at me, a pleasure-drunk smile on her beautiful face.

I lean down to kiss her, then slowly pull out of her.

I step off the bed and take off the condom, then pad across the room to the master bathroom and drop the used condom into the trashcan.

I lie back down on the bed, pull her to my chest, and kiss her.

“We’re definitely doing that again,” she murmurs against my lips. I grin.

My phone rings, but I ignore it. It stops, then immediately starts ringing again.

I break our kiss and tug a hand through my hair. “I should probably get that. Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Ingrid says sweetly.

I slide off the bed and grab my pants from the floor. My phone stops ringing right as I dig it out of my pocket. A second later, it buzzes with a text.

When I skim the message from my mom, dread shoots through me.

Your dad just tried to break into the house.