Free Filfthy by Winter Renshaw Page B

worked this hard and got this far without the pleasure of watching her face as she comes all over my cock.
    “Come on,” I say, rising and taking her hand. Without thinking, I lead her to my bedroom.
    But it’s too late to turn back.
    All the other girls I’ve fucked since Mirabelle have only seen the inside of my guestroom – never my master. It never felt right.
    Then again, Delilah’s nothing like all those other girls.
    Bringing her to the center of my bed, she lies down, and I occupy the space between her spread thighs, plunging two fingers between her swollen folds then making her taste what I’ve done to her. Her tongue glides across my fingers before I pull them out, and she licks her lips slowly as they inch into a smile. Who knew Delilah “Stick-In-Her-Ass” Rosewood had a kinky side?
    Oh, wait. That’s right. I did.
    “Taste how fucking sweet you are,” I say. “I could devour you all night.”
    She lifts a long leg to my shoulder, tucking a smile against her shoulder.
    “Be right back,” I say, climbing off the bed.
    “You’re gentler with me than I thought you’d be,” she muses when I come back from the guest room, condom in hand. “I kind of expected you to go buck wild on me.”
    I stop, giving an amused chuckle. “Do you want me to?”
    “I was kind of looking forward to it . . .”
    “And I was looking forward to taking my sweet ass time with you,” I say.
    “Well, de la Cruz, our agendas clash once again. Who’s going to walk away a winner this round?”
    The corner of my mouth pulls, and I take a step toward the edge of the bed. “You know I never lose, right?”
    “Normally I’m all about compromise. It’s a healthy solution to most of life’s complications.” She sits up, resting on her elbows, legs crossed at the knees now as if she’s suddenly closed for business. Her eyes say otherwise.
    Tease.
    She reaches for me, tracing her fingers along the tattoos that wrap my upper body before pulling me towards her, I lower myself to my knees, resting on the edge of the bed as her hands grip my ass in a tight hold.
    “You’re supposedly this rough-and-tumble football player. I expected sex with you to be at least a tiny bit animalistic.”
    “Is that really what you want, Delilah?” All she has to do is say the word, and I’ll deliver. But once I start, there’ll be no stopping. Not with her. I’ll be incapable of controlling myself the second her sweet pussy is wrapped tightly around my cock.
    Her eyes fall to my hand, and I pump myself vigorously as I watch her lips form the sexiest smirk. Normally I’m not this easily beaten, but the way she’s watching me right now gets me so fucking hot I can’t think straight.
    “God, you looking at me like that, it drives me crazy.” My voice is a low moan, coming from a place inside I never knew existed. I want this woman. I have to have her. Now. “Get on your hands and knees, Delilah. Tonight we play by my rules. Tonight there’s no stopping. You want filthy sex? You can start by being my filthy little whore.”
    Her eyes smile, and she rolls her body to her stomach, pressing up on her hands and knees. She’s a good girl, and I didn’t want to have to fuck her like this, but if this is what she wants, this is what she’s getting.
    If she looks at me that way again, I’ll fucking melt. I’m putty enough in her hands as it is, but she’ll never know that.
    Gripping her peach-shaped ass, I prop her hips up, angling them until they’re lined with mine, and then I give her a hard smack.
    “Oh!” she calls out.
    I reach for her neck, cupping it with my hand and twisting her face to the side so I can see it. She’s smiling, licking her lips, and her breathing is growing louder by the second.
    “Spread those thighs, Delilah, and wait like the good girl you are.”
    She nods in silence, widening her stance as I flick the foil packet between my fingers and lift it to my mouth. Tearing it open between my teeth, I pull it