All Chapters of Delilah’s Guilty Pleasure: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

JAX ROMANO The first time I fucked Delilah, it wasn’t meant to happen. She had always been like a daughter to me, and I—God help me—like a father to her. But all of that collapsed with a late-night glass of whiskey and one kiss that never should have happened. We’d been talking about my wild college days, about the stupid things I used to do—like giving girls diet ginger ale mixed with whiskey to get them tipsy fast. I said it casually. But Delilah went instantly quiet, watching me with that glint in her eyes that I didn’t recognize yet, but should have. The office went still around us. The record finished playing, leaving only the soft hiss of the needle circling uselessly in the groove. She kept staring. “You’re so amazing, Mr. Romano,” she murmured. “I wish I’d been one of those girls you gave whiskey to in college.” I laughed. “I do too, Delilah.” That was when she stood, crossed the room, set her drink down, and took my face in her hands. I barely had time to breathe

“I don’t think I’ll need to trim you with the scissors. Your hair is so soft and fine the razor should do it easily.” I nodded, but I was unprepared for the feeling of Silver’s fingers spreading the shaving gel on my mound. Round and around he slicked the fragrant gel until it transformed into a thick layer of creamy foam. He wiped his hand on a damp washer and then brought the shaving razor up to the top of my pubic mound. “I’m going to stroke down first. Get off most of the hair, and then I’ll go up, against the grain, until you’re nice and smooth. Okay?” Feeling light-headed, I nodded. The pressure of the razor was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. It scraped and massaged at the same time. In long, slow strokes Silver worked his way down my mound, stopping every now and then to tap off the excess hair. He had a little jug of hot water in which he rinsed the razor. Every time he did it, the razor returned hot on my skin. I liked the feeling and found myself spreading my

A MONTH LATER “On your knees” The clamp on my clit tightened as I dropped on all fours in front of Jax, and crawled to him. I knew what to do without being told. I was his puppet and he was my master. “You slutty cheating wife” he spat, eyes glued on me. I moaned at the sensations my movements sent to my clit. When I got to him, I sat back on my calf, while Jax stroked himself through his jeans. “Look at you… finally on your knees where you should’ve been before you decided to play the little traitor.” “I’m sorry, daddy… I shouldn’t have cheated on you.” “No. You shouldn’t have.” He stops palming his dick and steps closer “But you did. And now you think ‘sorry’ fixes anything?” “I know it doesn’t. Let me ease you and make it right” I stared at his bulge. “Get up” he ordered with a sharp tilt of my chin up and I stood up “That’s not what I want.” Jax growled. I swallow hard. “…tell me what you want, daddy.” “What I want,” he says slowly, “is to teach you ex

DELILAH AMOUR “You have too many clothes on” Jax said as he motioned the chauffeur to roll up the partition. “I have nothing appropriate under my coat” Jax smiled and fingered the button of my red leather coat “You have too many clothes on” he repeated “Take it off” Without another word, I peeled the coat off my body and handed it over to Jax. While his hands worked to neatly fold the red leather, his eyes lingered on what I had underneath. A red corset lingerie with garter straps, matching lace stockings. And a red lacy thong. I should be ashamed, but I wasn’t. The limo slowed to a stop and my blood sizzled with anticipation of tonight’s excitement. “Here we are,” Jax says. When I looked outside the window, I saw that the limo had stopped on a lovely avenue, beneath a plane of trees in front of some sort of small private home which was nestled between the courtyard and the garden, the type of private dwelling one could find along the Faubourg Saint-Germain. The

I laughed, lifting my head to look at Jax, still so very hard, his cock dripping with precum. “Stand up, come to me” he said and I got off Silver’s laps and walked to meet Jax. “God, I love your tits,” Jax groaned, finally letting go of his cock and yanking down the bust of my corset lingerie roughly, breaking the hooks at the back and letting my breasts spill out. Now I was totally naked, save for my shoes. “Oh” I gasped softly, still dizzy from my orgasm high. He grabbed my breast in both hands, his knee going between my legs so I could rub myself against his own thigh now. His tongue made circles around my nipples, tracing delicious patterns over my skin from one breast to the other. “Jax,” I whispered, arching my back, my pussy swollen against the press of his leg between mine. I could barely wait, my whole body pulsing with need. “I want your mouth. Please. Lick me.” He didn’t need to be asked twice, he pushed me on the bed. I was hanging half off the edge of the