pulling the waistband away from my grooved abs. I grit my teeth, and something fierce and wild sizzles inside of me.
Fuck it.
I knock back the rest of my drink, put the cup aside, and I slip my hands into my boxers. I shove them down, and my fat, swollen cock springs free to slap heavily against my abs. I think it’s pretty well established that I’m not actually a religious man. But if I were, I’d probably make a note to send a thank you card to the big guy upstairs for the blessing between my thighs.
I groan and wrap my hand around my thick, throbbing hard shaft. I hiss in pleasure as my grip tightens and my hand slides up and down my length. I close my eyes, and once again, my fantasies slide back to Delilah. I think of her in that tub, bent over and looking back over her shoulder at me, begging me to fuck her little pussy.
I reach down and cup my heavy, cum-filled balls, and I roll them under my fingers. My cock twitches and pulses, the vein throbbing down the length of it as I grunt and slowly stroke. Precum beads at the tip and trickles down over my shaft and my fingers, making it slick and glistening in the moonlight. I picture sweet little Delilah being my filthy little plaything. I picture her on her knees, looking up at me with her mouth open and eager, begging to swallow my cock.
I picture her on her back, legs up and knees by her tits as I crouch between her legs and run my tongue from her clit to her little asshole. I jerk my fat cock and imagine the honeysuckle taste of her pussy on my tongue. I imagine her squealing and moaning for more and gasping as I stand and press the swollen head of my cock against her tight little virgin ass.
Faster and faster, my hand shuttles up and down my throbbing, trembling shaft. I hiss out loud in pleasure, and my abs tighten. My balls draw up tight, and just as I picture sweet, innocent little Delilah riding my cock and coming all over my balls, I lose it completely. I hiss, and the cum begins to pump from my balls. My cock twitches and lurches in my grip, and with a groan, I feel my cum spurting from the tip in thick, heavy ropes.
Hot and sticky, my cum splashes down over my hand, my balls, and my abs, until I’m gasping and dropping back into the chair.
Shit.
I don’t know what’s happening to me, and I don’t how it is that this girl is getting under my skin and fucking with my head. But I do know that there’s no getting her out. I know I’m in trouble.
I know I want her.
…God help me.
Chapter Six
Delilah
The midday sun is hot and scorching as we pile out of Papa’s pickup in the field on the edge of town. And yet, in spite of the muggy heat, I shiver when I look across the field at the Winnebago.
Gabriel’s lair.
I swallow, and my face burns hotly. I squirm, shifting on my low heels and smoothing down my dress. It’s a Monday afternoon, but it feels like half the town has closed down to come to Gabriel’s first “church” service. There, standing tall next to the Winnebago, is a big, two-masted off-white tent—like a small circus tent, really.
…You know, the type of tent where you go to see wild beasts. Much like the one we’re about to go see, named Gabriel.
My face flushes again, and I swallow back heat as best I can. My mind flashes to last night, and the way he… well, the way he invaded my mind. The way he touched me without really touching me. The way he put sin into my head and kept me up all freaking night praying that the wickedness would leave by dawn.
I hope—I pray—that it has. But when I look across the field at the tent, and when I think about the man I know is inside, my stomach flutters. My thighs clench, and I bite my lip, trying to push back the evil, carnal thoughts that he burrowed into my head and my very soul since last night. I frown, and my mouth tightens. Once more, I tell myself what I’ve been telling myself all sleepless night: that Gabriel Marsden is the devil.
And I can’t tell a soul. I know what he is, and