Todos los capítulos de DELIGHT ME: UNFORGETTABLE STORIES : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Lucy’s povWe sat at the dining table as a new family.My mother talked about the ceremony, the flowers, and the future. She waved her fork around while she described how perfect the light had been when they said their vows and how she already had ideas for the spare room and the backyard. David answered when spoken to, calm and polite, the perfect new husband. His voice stayed even. His smile looked easy. Only I knew that less than an hour ago that same mouth had been between my legs and then on mine while he fucked me quiet enough that the shower covered the sounds.I pushed food around my plate and felt his knee brush mine under the table once deliberate, private. The contact was light but it shot straight to my still-tender cunt. I was bare under the jeans. His cum had mostly stopped leaking but every time I shifted I felt the sticky reminder of how hard he had filled me. My clit throbbed against the seam of the denim. I kept my eyes on my plate and tried to look like a normal

Elena’s pov“What the fuck are you doing, Elena?” I said it out loud while I paced the kitchen tile barefoot, phone gripped so tight the edges dug into my palm. The screen still showed his last message and the three dots that had appeared and vanished and appeared again like he was right there waiting.I knew exactly what this was. Every lingering look across the dinner table when David got up for more wine. Every “accidental” brush of his knuckles against the small of my back when he reached past me for the salt. The way Marcus’s eyes always dropped to my mouth when I laughed too loud and stayed there a beat longer than friendship allowed. Fifteen years older than me and he still looked at me like he wanted to ruin every careful thing David and I had built.And the worst part was I let him.I stopped in front of the fridge and pressed my forehead to the cool door. My tank top was still rucked up under my arms from earlier. My nipples dragged against t

Elena’s pov“Keep walking,” I told myself as the elevator doors finished opening. “You already drove across the whole city with nothing under this dress. You already fingered yourself at two red lights. Turning around now would be the real joke.”The hallway was quiet and expensive, the kind of quiet that made every step of my heels sound too loud. My dress still clung to the wet spot between my thighs. I could feel a fresh slick sliding down the inside of one leg with every stride. My nipples stayed hard against the thin black fabric like they were trying to punch through.I reached the door at the end and raised my hand to knock even though he had said it would be unlocked.The door opened before my knuckles touched wood.Marcus stood there filling the frame, no shirt, dark jeans riding low on his hips, bare feet on the hardwood. Fifteen years older and every one of those years looked good on him right then. His chest was solid, a little gray in the hair t

Elena’s pov“Bedroom,” Marcus said against my mouth, still buried deep inside me against the wall. “Now.”He pulled out slow enough that I felt every thick inch leave me empty and aching. My legs were shaking. He didn’t give me time to steady myself. One arm hooked under my ass and he lifted me like I weighed nothing, carrying me down the short hall while I wrapped both legs around his waist and bit the side of his neck.The bedroom door was already open. Afternoon light filtered through the half-closed blinds in long gold stripes across the big bed. He dropped me onto the mattress and I bounced once, legs still spread, cunt shiny and open from how hard he had just fucked me in the living room.“Look at you,” he said, standing at the foot of the bed stroking his cock, the head still wet with me. “David’s perfect little wife spread out on my sheets like you belong here.”“Shut up and get back inside me.”He climbed on after me, knees spreading my thighs wider. The head of his cock nu

Elena’s pov“Come here,” Marcus said, voice low against my ear while he was still buried inside me from the last round.Talk turned back into touch without either of us deciding out loud. His hips rolled slow and deep, not the hard pounding from before, just a steady grind that kept every inch of him pressed against that swollen place inside me. I wrapped my legs higher around his waist and locked my ankles. The sheets under us were soaked and sticking to my back. Afternoon light had gone softer through the blinds.“You feel that?” he asked, pulling almost all the way out and sliding back in with deliberate care. “That’s me not pretending anymore.”“I feel it.” My voice came out husky. “Don’t stop.”He kissed me while he fucked me slow. Not the hungry clash from the living room. This was deeper, mouths open, tongues sliding, breath shared. One of his hands cupped the side of my face. The other stayed under my ass, tilting me so every thrust dragged along my clit. I was so sensitive f