My Taboo Harem!

"You look so vulnerably beautiful like this, Phei," she whispered. "So hard for me. So heavy and thick in my hands. I could stay like this forever... just touching you. Just smelling you. Just kissing and licking you until you can’t take it anymore while enjoying just how vulnerable you’re."

She proved her words by leaning down once more.

This time she didn’t just peck the head — she gave it a slow, wet kiss, her lips parting wide so her tongue could flick out and lick the slit directly.

She moaned louder at the taste and did it again, licking the head with slow, deliberate, worshipful strokes of her tongue before she finally, finally, opened her mouth and took the swollen head between her lips.

The stretch was huge.

Her lips had to part wide to accommodate even just the head yet it looked so huge.

She sucked gently at first, cheeks hollowing slightly, tongue swirling around the sensitive crown as more pre-cum leaked directly onto her tongue and slowly got used to it, Delilah pulled out before she swallowed it again with a soft, greedy sound and took him a little deeper, her small hands still stroking the thick shaft that wouldn’t fit in her mouth.

Saliva began to drip down his length, mixing with pre-cum, making everything slick and shiny.

She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock, then immediately leaned back in to nuzzle her face against the side of his shaft, breathing him in again while her hands kept pumping.

"You smell so good," she whispered against his hot skin, voice thick and drunk on him. "So masculine... so you. It makes my pussy little throb every time I breathe you in. I’m so wet, Phei... I’m dripping just from touching you like this."

She reached down with one hand (the other still stroking him) and sliding her fingers between her own thighs. When she brought them back up, they glistened with her nectar. She showed him, then smeared her own slick over the head of his cock and stroked it in with both hands, mixing their wetness together.

Phei groaned — low and helpless.

His hips twitched upward despite himself.

Delilah smiled — soft, filthy, triumphant — and did it again.

She leaned down and took the head back into her mouth, sucking harder this time, bobbing her head slowly while both hands worked the rest of his thick length.

She couldn’t take much of him — he was too big — but what she could take, she worshipped.

Her tongue pressed against the underside, swirling, licking, tasting every inch she could reach. Saliva ran down his shaft in shiny rivulets. Her free hand cupped and gently massaged his heavy balls, feeling how full and tight they were, rolling them in her palm while she sucked.

She pulled off again to catch her breath, lips shiny, eyes glassy with lust.

"I’ve wanted this for so long," she whispered, stroking him faster now, watching the way his cock jerked and leaked for her. "You make me feel like I’m losing my mind. I want to kiss every inch of your body. I want to taste every part of you. I want you to know how much I’ve dreamed about having you like this — hard and heavy and mine. All mine."

She leaned down and pressed her entire face against his cock, rubbing her cheek against the hot, veiny length like a cat marking its territory, inhaling deeply again. Then she licked a long, slow stripe from base to head, following one of the thick veins with the flat of her tongue before sucking the head back into her mouth with a soft, wet sound.

Phei’s control was fraying visibly. His abs were tight, his thighs tense, his breathing ragged. One of his hands finally moved — not to take control, but to gently thread into her hair, fingers trembling with the effort of holding back.

"Delilah..." His voice was rough, strained, full of love and desperate pleasure. "Fuck... you’re going to ruin me."

She moaned around his cock at the sound of her name in that voice and sucked harder, taking him as deep as she could, gagging softly when the head hit the back of her throat. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes but she didn’t pull away — she loved it.

She pulled off gasping, saliva dripping from her chin onto his cock, and immediately went back to stroking him with both hands while she caught her breath.

"I want to worship you all night," she whispered, voice hoarse and hungry. "I want to make you feel how crazy you make me. How much I love you. How much this cock owns me already."

Only when she felt like she had properly, thoroughly worshipped his cock with her hands and mouth for long, stretching minutes did Delilah finally move.

She released his cock — now even harder, angrier, glistening from base to head with a thick coating of her saliva and his pre-cum, twitching with every heartbeat — and climbed over him.

She straddled his waist, the long strapless dress bunching high around her thighs and hips as she settled on top of him.

The heat of her soaked little pussy pressed down against his lower stomach through the thin fabric.

She could feel how wet she was — her arousal had soaked through everything, leaving shiny trails on his skin when she shifted.

She braced her hands on his chest, feeling the rapid, powerful beat of his heart beneath her palms.

Phei looked up at her, eyes dark and burning with barely leashed hunger and something far deeper, but he still didn’t take control. He simply watched her with open, worshipful hunger and love, letting her lead even as his cock throbbed against the curve of her ass.

Delilah leaned down slowly until her face hovered above his.

Her voice was soft, trembling, and thick with everything she had been holding back for months.

"I’ve been waiting for this moment," she whispered against his lips.

She kissed him then — deep and slow letting him taste himself on her tongue — before pulling back just enough to speak again.

"I need you inside me, fuck me, Phei."

Her lips trailed down his jaw, then his throat, then across his chest. She kissed and licked and nipped at his skin as she moved lower, her hands sliding over his body the entire time — tracing every ridge of muscle, every scar, every place that made him breathe harder.

When she reached his abdomen, she kissed each carved ridge of muscle with slow, filthy reverence, her breath warm and shaky against his skin, her soaked core grinding subtly against the hard length of his cock trapped between them.

All the while, she kept whispering between kisses.

"I’ve never wanted you like this badly and now you’re mine... and I’m going to spend every second showing you how much I’ve waited for you. How much this body drives me insane. How much I love every inch of you inside me."

Her body rocked against him as she kissed lower, the soaked fabric of her dress (and what little was beneath it) sliding along the thick length of his cock. She could feel every vein, every throb, every drop of pre-cum smearing against her.

She was drenched; her clit dragged over the head of his cock with every slow roll of her hips and she moaned into his skin.

But she wasn’t done with him yet.

She had waited too long for this.

And tonight, Delilah was going to take her time.

She slid further down his body, kissing every inch she passed — his lower abs, the sharp V-lines, the tops of his powerful thighs — until she was kneeling between his spread legs again. His cock stood proud and glistening before her face once more.

She wrapped both hands around it, stroked him slowly from base to head, and looked up at him with dark, hungry, loving eyes.

"I’m not done," she whispered, voice thick with lust and devotion. "I’m going to have your cock you until you can’t think. Until you know exactly how crazy I am for you. Until every part of you knows it belongs to me."

Then she leaned in and took him back into her mouth — deeper this time, slower, more deliberate — while her hands stroked what she couldn’t take, and her hips rocked subtly against the sheets, chasing friction, soaking everything beneath her as she lost herself in the sinful, worshipful act of loving him with her entire body and soul.

Phei’s groan filled the starry dome.

And Delilah smiled around his cock, eyes fluttering shut in bliss, and kept going.

She was nowhere near finished.