My Taboo Harem!

Delilah’s hunger had not fade when they reached the bed. It deepened into something feral and worshipful.

The moment Phei laid her down on the black silk and white velvet, something inside her snapped into place with an audible, internal click. This was no longer stolen kisses or careful touches that stopped before they became too much.

This was her moment; her turn and she was done waiting the moment she declared she was leading this.

She pushed against his chest with both hands — not roughly, but with clear, possessive intent.

Phei allowed himself to be guided onto his back without resistance, his eyes watching her with a mixture of searing heat and deep, unshakable affection. He let her have this. He wanted her to have this, every line of his body relaxed into the sheets as he surrendered the lead completely.

Delilah sat up beside him, her long strapless dress slipping lower on her chest from the movement until the soft upper swells of her breasts threatened to spill free.

Her breathing was already uneven with her lips parted, cheeks flushed. She looked down at the man beneath her — the man who had knelt for her in front of the world, who had built her an entire sky of stars, who had given her his name and his heart — and felt something hot, possessive, and almost violent unfurl in her chest.

Her hands moved to the last remaining pieces of his clothing.

She took her time.

Her fingers worked at the fastenings with slow, deliberate, almost reverent care, as if unwrapping something sacred and long-denied but she didn’t try to rush just because she had hungered him for so long:

Every button, every clasp, every slow slide of fabric down his hips was savored. She watched each new inch of skin reveal itself like she was witnessing a miracle. When she finally pulled the last piece down and away, tossing it somewhere onto the floor without looking, Phei lay completely bare before her beneath the starry ceiling he had made for her eyes.

Delilah stopped breathing for a second.

She has been him so many time but never like this with just them alone and his cock so full and so greedy, hungry and thick with barely contained fury to conquer like the first time it had been denied of her virgin pussy.

The sight of him stole the air from her lungs and sent liquid heat pooling so thick and hot between her thighs that she felt it begin to trickle.

Phei’s body was unfair in its beauty.

Broad shoulders carved from years of training and power. A powerful chest that rose and fell with steady, controlled breaths. The tight, deeply etched ridges of his abdomen that flexed subtly every time he looked at her. The sharp V-lines that arrowed down from his hips like they were pointing straight to sin. Powerful thighs, thick and corded with muscle.

And between them...

His cock rested heavy against his lower stomach — thick, long, and already fully, angrily hard. The shaft was dark and proud, laced with prominent, throbbing veins that stood out in stark relief against the velvety skin. It had a draconic, almost regal quality to it, the sheer size and weight of it making her mouth water and her hands tremble; so thick, huge and so hard even before it fully rose into action. The head was flushed a deep, swollen red, glistening faintly at the slit with a bead of pre-cum that slowly welled and began to roll down the crown.

It twitched once under the weight of her stare, as if it could feel her hunger the way she could feel its hunger for her.

Delilah’s hands moved before she could stop them and reached out to wrap both hands around him.

The heat of his cock was actually shocking but the weight even more so.

He was heavy in her palms — so thick that her small fingers couldn’t fully close around him even when she used both hands stacked together.

The skin was furnace-hot and velvety-smooth over the rigid steel beneath.

She simply held him for a long moment, feeling the way he pulsed and throbbed against her grip like he had a heartbeat of his own, the way another thick bead of pre-cum welled at the slit and slowly, obscenely, rolled down the head to meet her thumb.

A soft, shaky, sinful breath left her lips.

Slowly, she began to stroke her cousin’s huge cock to awake it fully and completely from its half-slumber.

Her hands moved up and down his length in long, worshipful, two-handed strokes.

She watched, mesmerized and starving, as the thick veins shifted and bulged to life beneath her fingers with every movement. The swollen head would disappear into her grip on the downstroke and reappear, flushed and weeping, on the upstroke. She twisted her wrists slightly on the upstroke, thumbs brushing over the sensitive underside of the head, smearing the pre-cum across the hot skin until it glistened.

"You’re so heavy..." she whispered, voice husky and awed, almost reverent. "So thick... I can barely hold you with both hands. You’re so big, Phei... so fucking big for me."

She could not help wonder if this big thing would actually fit her small virgin pussy but if her mother could she could too!

The thought of sharing her cousin’s cock with her mother was like an aphrodisiac of itself and so tempting to want to do even better than she did him!

So, Delilah stroked him a little faster, watching the way his cock moved in her grip, the way it jerked and twitched every time her thumbs circled the head. Another bead of pre-cum formed. Delilah leaned down without hesitation and pressed a soft, reverent, open-mouthed kiss directly on the head, right over the slit and sucked onto the slit off all its pre-cum.

Phei’d eyes went wide from pleasure and her great suction of her mouth.

The taste of his cum bloomed across her tongue — salty, warm, masculine, addictive and most sweet.

She moaned softly against him and did it again, lingering this time, her lips parting so she could feel the heat of him against her mouth.

A thin, shiny string of pre-cum connected her lower lip to the head of his cock when she finally pulled back.

It broke and stretched between them.

Delilah’s eyes were dark with lust and something almost worshipful.

"I’ve dreamed about this," she whispered, voice trembling with the weight of the confession. "About having you like this. About touching you, tasting you... Do you have any idea what you do to me? How wet you make me just from looking at you like this?"

Or how much she wanted to give him the best experience than all others he’d had before!

She stroked him again, slower now, both hands working his thick length with sinful, devoted care.

Her thumbs brushed over the sensitive head on every upward stroke, smearing the pre-cum across the flushed skin until it was shiny and slick. She leaned down once more and sniffed him again, this time pressing the tip of her nose right against the side of his shaft and inhaling deeply, dragging the warm, masculine, musky scent of him deep into her lungs like she wanted to drown in it.

The scent made her thighs press together hard. A fresh rush of wetness soaked the delicate skin between her legs.

Delilah continued to pump his cock with both hands while she sniffed him again, slower, more shameless this time — her nose trailing from the heavy base all the way up to the flushed, weeping head. Her little fingers traced every prominent vein with delicate, almost religious reverence, following every thick ridge and pulsing line as if she were mapping sacred territory that now belonged to her.

"I want to kiss every part of your huge cock," she murmured against his cock, her breath warm and shaky on his skin. "Every inch. Every vein. Every heavy, throbbing part of you. I want to worship you with my mouth the way I’m worshipping you with my hands right now."

She kissed the head again — slower, wetter, filthier — then dragged her soft lips down along one of the thick veins, pressing open-mouthed kisses as she went.

Her tongue flicked out to taste his skin but her hands never stopped moving. She pumped him steadily, feeling him throb and twitch and grow even harder in her grip, watching more pre-cum leak from the slit and run down the head in a shiny trail that she immediately licked up with a soft, hungry moan.

Phei’s breathing had grown heavier. His hands were fisted in the sheets beside him, the muscles in his arms and abdomen flexing with the effort of staying still and letting her have this moment.

His cock jerked hard in her hands when she licked another bead of pre-cum directly from the slit.

Delilah looked up at him through her lashes, her lips shiny and swollen, her cheeks flushed dark.