Chapter 2

"Mmm… ah…"

Delilah let out a long, languid moan, her neck arching as she gasped in short, breathy bursts—caught somewhere between resistance and pleasure. "You're so bold… gentler… gentler…"

I didn't answer. My other hand traveled lower, teasing every sensitive spot on her body. Attacking on three fronts, I quickly found a rhythm that made her tremble all over. If I hadn't been holding her up, she would have already collapsed onto the floor.

I knew for sure: Delilah wasn't getting away tonight.

I spread my whole palm over her warm, slick, plump backside and began to toy with her flesh at a leisurely pace.

She went completely limp.

A full half minute passed before her legs twitched twice more, beyond her control. Finally catching her breath, she threw her arms around my neck, her eyes heavy with lust. "That feels incredible… you really know how to please a woman…"

"You haven't seen anything yet."

I scooped her up by the waist and carried her to the bedroom next door, tossed her onto the bed, and pulled off her nightgown from behind—already a crumpled mess.

There she lay, like a silvery-white fish spread out on a cutting board.

After all, Delilah was no inexperienced girl. Instead of covering her bare, exposed breasts, she reached for my waistband.

Her breath caught.

The wanton heat on her face looked ready to drip, and even her voice turned syrupy thick. "How are you even built… bigger than a… that's over eight inches, isn't it?"

I gave her breasts a few more squeezes, then simply took off my boxers and lay back beside her, feeling a flicker of pride.

Don't know if it was some genetic fluke, but ever since I was a kid, my thing had been… different. By third grade, it was already the size of a grown man's.

Once I started developing, it got even more outrageous—not only did both girth and length multiply, but it also turned into something savage-looking, a real weapon of mass destruction.

"Wait… it's too big…"

Delilah turned my "treasure" over and over in her hands, her breathing growing faster by the second.

"I'm afraid… it won't even fit…"

Watching her act all coy when she was practically dripping with want, I teased her. "If you're scared, I'll put my pants on and leave right now."

"No—"

The word slipped out before she could stop it, her grip tightening around me. "It's just… I've never had one this big before… and it's been so long… I can't help feeling a little nervous…"

Of course, I didn't just sit there. While she kept admiring me like some museum piece, I ran my hand up her smooth, firm calf and began gently kneading her big, soft backside.

Delilah shivered with pleasure, then shifted her body to press her ass fully into my hand. She rested her head on my thigh and kept staring at my length from every angle.

Soon enough, my kneading had her thighs rubbing together uncontrollably, her whole body shaking with bliss until she collapsed limply onto the bed.

I pulled my fingers away, leaned up, and kissed her on the ass. "Your turn on top."

Originally, I figured she could start on top, find her own angle and rhythm. But Delilah just shook her head, wrapped her arms around me, and started kissing me messily all over my face. "You take charge… on top, from behind, anything… hurry, I can't hold on anymore."

"You don't like being on top? Moving yourself?"

I rolled her underneath me again, curious.

"No… during the day at school, I have to act like a proper teacher…"

Delilah wrapped her legs around my back, cupped my face, and tangled her tongue with mine for a long, deep kiss. "It's rare… to find a strong, amazing man like you… I want to be flipped over and back… fucked senseless…"

Her breath grew ragged with every word. Spreading her legs wide wasn't enough—she used both hands to reach under her ass and pull herself open. "So what if it feels like losing my virginity all over again… I can take it… I really can… harder…"

No man could resist that kind of shameless, honeyed invitation. I hooked her legs over my shoulders and drove down with the force of driving a spike through the mattress—bottoming out in one stroke.