Page 8 of Wicked Delivery

Fuck, where have you been, baby girl?

I flashed her a smile as I reached a hand forward and closed the door, and from the way she tensed, I knew she could see my face better now with the white and black makeup.

Moving closer to her ear, I whispered in my deep voice, “Exactly. See, I knew you would understand.”

I slid my hand back and then forward again. This time, my fingertips slipped partly under the hemline of her sweats.

Well, well, make that a dirty little freak. Not wearing any panties for real? What would you do if someone took advantage of that fact? Someone like me, who knows exactly how wet you get when you touch yourself.

I bet she was soaked already. It was taking all my self-control to not find out if that was the case.

Did you like it when I told you how to touch yourself? What would you do if I kept reaching down until my fingers rubbed that pretty clit of yours? Would you scream out for help? Would you moan in pleasure before begging me to slip a finger into your wet pussy? Fuck, I want to find out so damn bad.

But the last thing I wanted to do was appear as if I were a man who would take advantage of a woman—because I was not that guy. I wanted my girls to want to be fucked by me.

So, instead, I just did the next logical step.

“Why don’t you get a flashlight, baby? I’ll stay here until I know you’re safe.”

“Gee, thanks. But you’re going to have to let go of me first,” she said as she tugged on my hand.

I chuckled and slowly slid my hand off of her waist, my fingertips grabbing the edge of her hip with a squeeze before I dropped my hand completely.

She made her way back down the hallway toward the kitchen. I took a few steps as she disappeared around the corner and looked into her living room, where a fire was flickering light around. At least she wouldn’t be cold with a gas fireplace. I took in the living room’s layout. A large L-shaped couch was in front of the fireplace, and a huge TV hung on the wall above it. And the room was decked out in stylish black and gold Halloween decor.

I smirked. I loved a woman who was into this time of year.

I let my eyes travel over to the couch again. I could just imagine myself standing at the front with a certain blonde bent over it, her tits hanging over the edge of the back as I had that long hair wrapped tight around my fist, while I slammed my hard cock into her pussy from behind. I was a total ass guy, so watching her bounce back against me, the fireplace the only thing casting light on her body, would be such a fucking turn-on.

My dick grew hard in my pants, and I palmed it to readjust.

“Fuck. You come back now? Some timing,” I muttered as I got it to where it was more comfortable.

I leaned against the wall as I heard some drawers in the kitchen open and close before I heard her voice.

“Aha!”

Then with aclickI saw a light beam. A few more drawers closed, and then I heard what sounded like glass being set on a hard countertop and the flick of a lighter’s flint. Then, the light moved toward the dining room, attached to the living room. I saw a candle being placed on the table before the light beam went into the living room. I watched as she lit a dozen candlesaround the room, and she nodded as she turned around. Proud of her work.

“Oh gosh! I totally spaced that you were here. My bad. As you can see, I have light now, so you can go. I promise I won’t die a horrific death by pizza,” she said as she blinked up at me.

I tucked my hands into my jean pockets, and her eyes followed the movement. Judging by how they got wider, I took it that she’d just seen the outline of my hard cock in my pants.

“I’ll show you out. Here…” She walked over and passed me, going to the door.

I pushed off the wall, grabbed the pizza bag, and followed her. She opened the door, and a gust of cold wind blasted in.

“Thanks again. Have a safe night out there.” She smiled nervously at me as I stopped next to her and looked down.

I reached a hand back and pulled my hood over my head again, smirking at her.

But just as I was about to say something, a loudcrackresounded through the night.

Chapter 7

Lexi

When I heard thatloud crack, I knew exactly what was happening.