Chapter 4

4

DEAN

D elia's scent clings to the blanket. It surrounds me, and no matter how hard I try, I can't sleep. I should go back to my own room, but the idea of leaving her makes something inside of me sit up and roar. Delia makes me possessive as fuck...makes me want to have my eyes on her at all times.

My eyes, my hands, my mouth....fuck. I want to be all over her. I want to own her in every way a man can own a woman, and that possessive part of me is sure that I will. It's just a matter of time.

She's too sweet for her own good.

I can't help replaying last night over and over again. The way her body moved with mine when I kissed her. The taste of her skin. She's fucking addictive, and if I don't get a grip on myself, I'll ruin everything.

I've got to play this carefully. She's too young and innocent, and the last thing I want is to be an asshole about this. But dammit, she makes it hard. She makes everything hard, my cock included.

The light in the kitchen flicks on, and I push myself up to a sitting position. "Delia?"

Her soft voice comes from the other room. "Hey, sorry, didn't mean to wake you."

Standing, I stretch, pacing through the house to join her in the kitchen. "It's alright, princess. What's up?"

"Can't sleep," she admits. "We've still got like an hour before dawn, but…"

"Don't worry," I assure her. "Me either."

She leans against the counter, staring down at me, and I stare back, taking in every line of her face, her body. She's wearing a pair of shorts that leave nothing to the imagination and a thin T-shirt that's not covering nearly enough. I don't even know when she changed or what time it is.

"So it's morning?"

She suppresses a yawn. "Barely. I started coffee. I hope you don't mind."

"Of course not. Come sit with me."

She hesitates, but then she does. We pass the dining room table and take our mugs back to the living room where blankets and pillows are still scattered. This time, Delia sits so close her legs press against mine, and the warmth of her calms me. I'm not sure how it's possible that this girl could make me so damn possessive, so protective.

"Are you going to kiss me again?" she asks out of the blue, the steam from the coffee curling into the air between us.

"Probably," I say honestly.

"Okay." She bites her lip, and her cheeks turn red. The sight makes me fucking ravenous.

Suddenly, I have zero interest in coffee. I set the mug on the table and lean forward. "Do you want me to kiss you again, Delia?"

Her fingernails tap against her own mug. "Yes."

"Are you sure? This is the kind of thing that changes everything, and I need you to understand that." I put a finger under her chin, tilting it up so she's forced to look into my eyes. "We kiss again and I'm going to start thinking you're mine."

"I know...." She looks around. "Brody never came back. He didn't text me either."

"Fuck him." I can't resist reaching out to tuck a strand of her chocolate hair behind her ear. "His loss."

"I hate that I let him talk me into coming here. But...I'm glad I did."

"Why?" I know the reason, but I want to hear it from those pretty pink lips.

"You," she whispers, shifting on the cushion.

Fuck it.

I cup the back of her head and, in one smooth movement, crush her mouth to mine. She gasps, and I use the opportunity to slip my tongue inside, claiming her, dominating her. I tilt her head and deepen the kiss, and the little moan she makes sets my blood on fire.

"This," I murmur against her lips, carefully taking her mug out of her hand and placing it next to mine. "This is what you wanted, right, princess?"

She nods, curls flying with how emphatic she is.

"Then give me a minute." She watches with wide eyes as I move to the chair in the living room, sitting and then patting my lap. "Get over here, Delia."

"Like..." She waves towards me. "On you?"

"On my lap. Now."

Her lips are swollen from my kiss, and her pupils are dilated. Fuck, she's sexy. Delia moves and settles across my thighs, her ass against my dick. She wiggles a little bit, and I groan. "You keep that up, and I'm going to have a hell of a time getting control."

"Sorry," she mumbles, trying to get comfortable. A little gasp escapes her when she feels how hard I am.

"Don't be sorry. Just be sure."

Delia meets my eyes. "I'm sure."

My hand slides along her leg, gripping the inside of her thigh and giving it a squeeze. "I'm going to touch you now, princess. Tell me what you want."

She steadies herself with her hands on my shoulders, voice quivering. "I want you."

"More specific, baby."

"I..." Her face flushes, and she glances away. "I'm not sure, I guess? I'm…um…a virgin, so..."

I still. Oh, shit. Part of me is screaming in animalistic joy, but another part of me somehow already knew. Delia is mine, and she was always meant to be mine. Now I know when I have her, I will have all of her. But for now, I still want to take things slow. No matter how fucking hard my dick is.

"Look at me, princess." Slowly, she meets my gaze. "If we do this, if you and I cross this line, it's going to be different."

"Different, how?"

"For starters, the fact that you're a virgin. That means if I fuck you, Delia, you're mine. All mine. Do you understand?"

"Mmmhmmm." The poor girl is distracted, her pupils blown wide with clear arousal, and her nails digging into my shoulders.

I slide a hand over her mouth. "I didn't hear an answer, princess. Use your words."

Delia focuses enough to give me a real answer. "I'm yours."

Satisfaction flashes inside of me. "Good girl."

I move my hand, and this time, I don't bother easing her into it. My mouth crushes against hers, and I swallow the moan she lets out.

"That's it, sweetheart. Let me make you feel good."

I reach down and pull her shorts off, tossing them to the side, and then yank her t-shirt over her head, leaving her naked on my lap. I'm unprepared for it—the creamy expanse of her skin, the pink tip of her full breasts, the generous curve of her hips, and her soft, puffy pussy. All for me.

"You are so fucking beautiful," I tell her, cupping her tits and pinching and circling her nipples with my fingers until she quietly moans.

She licks her lips. "Should we move to the bedroom?"

"No. Fuck that." I stroke a hand down her bare back, and she shivers. "This is my house. Now give me that sweet mouth again."

She does, swaying into me, and the connection of our mouths is electric. Our tongues tangle, and she whimpers.

"Spread your legs, baby," I tell her between kisses.

Delia wiggles on my lap, spreading a little. "Like this?"

"Wider. You're doing so well, princess."

I stroke her thighs, up and down, getting closer to her wet cunt each time, until she's panting with need. "Dean, please."

My pulse is thrumming in my ears. I want to hear the words from her mouth, want to hear her beg me for it. "Please what?"

"Touch me."

"Where?" I tease, nipping at her neck and jaw, soothing the bites with my tongue as I go. She tilts her head back, hair falling behind her like a waterfall. I suck one nipple into my mouth, cupping her other breast in my hand. "Here?"

The noise she makes for me….God, it could kill a man. She drags her nails over my scalp as she responds, "Yes, there and…"

"Where, Delia?"

"You know where!" she huffs, frustrated.

I smirk. "I want you to say it, baby. Tell me where you want me to touch you."

She swallows. "My pussy. I want you to touch my pussy."

"Like this?" I stroke one finger through her folds, and she moans. "You're soaking wet for me."

"Yesss." All the air comes out of her lungs in a rush.

I stroke her again and again until her hips are rocking, trying to get more. I love the way her breath hitches when I touch her clit. I circle her, and her head falls back, her hands gripping my shoulders.

"Good girl. You look so pretty like this. All spread out for me, wet and desperate."

"Yes." She gasps again.

Fuck, I can't believe I have her here, so ready and willing. Was it really just yesterday I first met her and felt that zing of our instant connection? It feels longer…it feels like Delia has always been here, has always been destined to be naked and writhing on my lap.

I dip lower, gathering her juices, and bring them back to her clit, slicking her up, rubbing her until her legs shake. With a growl, I grab her around the hips, standing and placing her ass in the chair before she can even figure out what's going on. I'm fucking feral for her, and if I can't fuck her right now, at least I can taste her.

I dive in, licking her entire pussy in one stroke of my tongue, her sweet taste driving me wild. I grab her knees and force her legs further apart. The look on her face is overwhelmed, almost frightened. This is her first everything...the first time she's had a tongue on her pussy. I'm going to fucking own her.

Her hands scramble to grab the arms of the chair. "Dean, oh god. Dean, what are you..."

"Shhh," I growl, nipping at the inside of her thigh. "You're mine, Delia, and this…" I lick her pussy again. "This is mine. You think you can get away with making such a mess on my lap? Drenching my jeans with this pretty pussy and not having to clean it up?"

"Oh my god," she whispers.

"I'm going to show you what it means to be mine. Do you understand?"

"Uh-huh." Delia bites the words out, her body shaking with tension.

I swipe my tongue from her entrance to her clit, circling her bud and making her shudder. "Use your words."

"Y-yes, sir."

"Sir." I laugh. It's close, but it's not the name I want her to give me. "Not sir. Daddy."

Delia's gulp is audible. "Yes, Daddy."

"Now relax, baby. This is going to be fast because you're so fucking ready. Just lie back and let me take care of you."

She's still shaking, but she does as I ask, and I bury my face between her legs.

I lick and suck, fucking her with my tongue and using my fingers to stroke her clit. I find all the ways that make her hips buck and her whimpers turn to screams. And then, just when I know she's close, I suck her clit into my mouth, and Delia explodes.

Delia digs her hands into my hair and holds my face against her pussy as she comes, grinding into me with abandon. "Oh! Dean, oh god!"

Fuck, I could do this all day. Her taste is addicting. She's shaking and writhing, and her sweet pussy gets even wetter. I drink it all down, not letting up until she goes limp against the chair. I push her legs up, giving me the access I need, and lick her from her hole all the way up. She's still shuddering with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

"Dean, please..." I look up at her plea, taking in her flushed face and the shell-shocked, lust-addled look in her eyes. Nothing has ever been more beautiful.

"What do you need, baby?" I slowly let her legs down, peppering kisses up her body as I go, letting her come down easy.

"Nothing. Everything." Her small hands cup my face, surprising the hell out of me with how sweet the gesture is. "You."

"You've just sealed your fate, little Delia." My voice is dark with need. "Now I'm going to need one more. You're going to come on my tongue one more time."

She yelps when I dive back in, but the second I sink my tongue into her channel, we both hear a car door close from the driveway.

Fuck. Brody is back.