Hello, my loves! I'm finally back with another chapter in our Drew/Deely story! As always, so much love to my girls ClaymoreQueen6176, GoldenGirl1920, wwechristina and HavenMoon1369 for your continued support and reviews. And thank you to anyone that has enjoyed my writing and favorited this or any of my stories. Your support means the world to me!

Well, everyone loves a good wedding. And this chapter is set at one, but those feelings of jealousy that have been just under the surface for both Drew and Deely are about to explode as Deely copes with watching Drew pretend he's happily married, and Drew sees a new potential threat to his future with Deely enter the picture. Desperation and envy are never a good combination. What will happen to them at Sheamus' wedding? Let's find out! Enjoy!

* Word of warning: this story deals with an extramarital affair and will contain a LOT of sex. If these themes offend you, you can duck out now. Also, I do not own the rights to the WWE characters. As people, they own themselves. My only intellectual property in this story is Cordelia alone. *

October 28, 2022

New York City

Cordelia POV

Oh, to be young and in love in New York City… That's the caption Kerry Galloway put on her Instagram post of her ad Drew kissing passionately outside just now. Bitch! Well, I am young. I am very much in love. And I am in New York City. However, the man I love is putting on the facade of being in love with his bitch of a wife and I'm in absolute misery watching this shit show unfold.

I'm here for the wedding of WWE Superstar and dear friend, Sheamus, real name Stephen Farrelly. I became good friends with his now wife, Isabella, when I moved up as Head Makeup Artist on the main roster. She is so warm, inviting and friendly. Unlike that other one…cunt. Yeah, I'm quite intoxicated. I'm still speaking the truth!

But anyway, Izzy asked me to do her makeup exclusively for her wedding and I was not about to refuse her. Jilly covered for my duties at Smackdown and the house shows so I could be here this weekend. I was excited to do this for her, and Izzy demanded that I stay as a special guest at the wedding and reception.

If I had known I'd be watching the love of my life sucking that resting bitch face, I probably would've and should've refused. I forgot that Kerry had wormed her way into a "bestie" friendship and was one of Izzy's bridesmaids. The rehearsal dinner the night before, not being able to be with Drew like I truly want as he's forced to live this lie with her was torture for me. But nothing compared to today.

The end result of my job on Izzy is some of the finest work I've ever produced. Seeing her tear up as she looked in the mirror at the finished result was a beautiful moment. She reached out to hug me and thanked me profusely. I had to laugh and remind her not to cry yet since I hadn't applied the finishing spray.

The entire time I worked on Izzy, I could feel that nasty witch Kerry staring a hole through me. We've never gotten along after our dust-up at NXT and, now knowing how she has treated Drew, makes me despise her even more. And she has his name, ring and the life I want more than anything.

She became friends with Izzy obviously through Drew's friendship with Sheamus. Then, when she made Drew move to Nashville a year ago, she inserted herself into Izzy's friendship circle and they've been "besties" ever since.

But the way she's glowering at me, what the fuck is her problem? Is she jealous because I'm friends with Izzy? She acts very territorial towards her, even with Izzy's childhood friends that are also bridesmaids. Or…Oh god! Has she somehow found out about me and Drew?

I push that thought away. There's no way. We have been more than careful with hiding what we do. Plus, I'm sure her doctor lover keeps her more than occupied. And Drew sure has fuck not made any sort of movement towards leaving her so… Like I said, I'm starting to get very tipsy.

The wedding was a beautiful celebration of love, complete with both Irish and Filipino traditions. But the entire time, I could not take my eyes off of him. The best man. The love of my life. Drew looked so very handsome and sexy in his white shirt and green tartan kilt. Damn!

Right before the ceremony, we stole a moment when no one was looking as he took my hand and rushed me into an offset room when no one was watching. He picked me up and urged me to wrap my legs around his waist as he kissed me and carried me over to a table.

He sat my ass on the table and quickly snuck his hand under my short strapless cream colored dress. His finger pushed my panties to the side and invaded my entrance. I gasped and moaned in the kiss as he crooked his middle finger inside me, massaging that spongy spot deep in my core.

It took no time for me to cum all over his hand, my body quaking as I rode the orgasmic high of the man I love touch me for the first time in, what felt like years, but in reality was only two days. I leaned in closer to nibble on his earlobe and reached under his kilt to find that he was being full blown Scottish today: no underpants and he was hard as a rock.

He removed his finger from me and brought it up to his lips, slipping it into his mouth for a taste. He hummed, "Gods, I fucking needed that sa bad. Daddy has missed tha sweet taste of his Princess more than ya'll ever know."

I agreed as I trailed kisses down his neck and lifted his kilt to stroke that giant cock I'm craving, "Mmm I missed you too, Daddy. I don't like it when we don't get to be together. And I hate watching you with her more than anything!"

He grumbled as I slipped off the table and onto my knees, "I hate it too, my love. But just know that what ya see isn't real. I haveta pretend ta love her and it's ya I…want…FUCK!"

He hissed as I took all of that thick, long cock into my mouth. I didn't care that we didn't have much time. I needed my lips around that girth and I wasn't gonna be denied. I used my hand at the shaft and my tongue underneath to assist in sucking him off.

I looked up at him as I felt that thickness pulse in my mouth. I hollowed out my cheeks and increased the speed of my bobbing, increasing the suckage. Like me, knowing our time constraint, Drew came fast in my mouth. I swallowed all of that white hot load and licked the remnants of that swollen head.

I rose off the floor and he kissed me passionately. He cupped my chin and whispered, "Remember, none of what ya see is real. I love ya only, mah beautiful Princess."

I nodded as he kissed me on the forehead and rushed from the room, giving me time to straighten myself out and not allow us to be seen together. That was such a dangerous thing to do. We could've been caught since the wedding party were probably looking for him. But that was so goddamn HOT!

But now, I'm sitting here at the wedding reception, alone and dejected. And drunk. Very drunk. I've had to watch Drew take pictures and videos kissing and loving all over that bitch and it makes me sick! Witnessing him kiss her out by the firepit holding her leg up by his waist was too much for me. I started drinking, even though I'm normally not much of a drinker, and I haven't stopped since.

I've forced myself to dance and laugh with Becky Lynch, Seth Rollins, Miro and my dear friend, CJ Perry, formerly known as Lana. She had noticed that I seemed a bit down and started to feed me tequila shots. I was dumb enough to take them.

Seeing that flat ass fucking whore of a resting bitch face out on the dance floor trying to dance when she has zero concepts of rhythm makes me feel like I'm already about to ralph my gut out. They just had the flash mob with the cast of Jersey Boys. Izzy's sister dragged me up there to take part.

Seeing Drew take part in this was hilarious. Watching him being goofy and dance is just a couple of the billion things I love about him. Well, I loved doing this until Kerry the Cunt pushed her way through the crowd to dance beside of him. It ruined whatever good mood CJ and the drinks started to cultivate.

So, here I am sitting at the bar alone again. The crowd has thinned out some, but I can see the whole bridal party sitting over to themselves talking and enjoying each other's company. Yeah, I bet they are. Fuck this. Bartender, another cosmopolitan please!

I've got my hand resting on my chin pouting and contemplating about catching a cab or Uber back to my hotel. Some guy I've never met before has sat down next to me. He's ordering a Jack and coke. I'm fumbling with my phone trying to pull up an Uber to get back to The Muse. I can't tolerate the putrid vision of Drew's arm around that rancid bitch any longer.

I hear in my haze of drunkenness the guy speak to me, "Hey there. Are you a friend of the bride or groom?"

I glance over and see a sweet smile accompanied by blonde hair and brown eyes. I clear my throat and shrug, "Both, I guess."

He begins the small talk, "Yeah, me too. I've been friends with them since they moved to Nashville five years ago."

I look over at him longer this time and put my hand on my chest, "Oh, I live in Nashville too. East Nashville to be exact."

He asks, "Is that how you know Stephen and Isabella?"

I shake my head, praying it doesn't make the room spin, "No, I work with Stephen at WWE."

He looks me up and down, "Well, no offense but I don't recognize you from back home or the casual watching I do. What's your wrestling name?"

I can't help but laugh, "I'm not a wrestler, silly. I'm the Head Makeup Artist. It's my job to make everyone look good."

He considers me, "No offense, this time to anyone you work with, but I don't think any of them could look prettier than you."

I tilt my head and joke, "Is that a pickup line?"

He smirks, "Do you want it to be?" I can't help but smile. He's charming and cute, and doesn't appear to be in a loveless marriage. He sticks his hand out palm side up, "My name is Craig Bauer. And you are…"

I place my hand in his, "Cordelia Alexander, but you can call me Deely like everyone else. A pleasure."

He lifts my hand to his mouth and breathes, "I assure you, Deely, the pleasure is all mine. And what a beautiful name for a beautiful girl."

He presses his lips to my knuckles, and all of a sudden, I start to feel warm all over as I blush from his attention. Or is it all the alcohol I've consumed? But then, I feel that familiar burning blue fire gaze from across the room.

Drew is watching me. I can feel it. Surely, he's not pissed that another man is daring to paying me some attention. Oh, like I give a fuck! You have your WIFE to keep you warm in your hotel room bed this weekend. Fuck you!

He inquires, "So, Deely, or can I call you Delia?"

My eyes widen and my stomach drops, "No, please don't call me that. Deely is fine." No way in hell I'm letting any man call me that but Drew. Ugh, why do I still give a fuck about that?

He has to say, "I take it an old boyfriend called you that. Or is it your current one?"

I feel myself shrinking in discomfort as I retort, "It's complicated. I just prefer Deely, if you don't mind."

As the DJ starts to play "Cruel Summer" by Taylor Swift, Izzy's favorite artist, Craig stands up and bows at me, "Deely, would you care to dance with me?"

I really shouldn't do this. I only want to be in Drew's arms. Those strong, muscular arms with my head on his beautiful, hairy chest as our bodies sway to the music. Much like we do almost every day in my home in our stolen moments together. But I'm not getting that tonight, am I? No, he's chained to that bitch's side while I'm longing for him. Fuck this!

I stand up and accept, "Craig I would love to dance with you! Lead me to the floor."

He takes my hand and pulls me out onto the floor with the rest of the couples dancing and having fun. He holds me close and place my hands on his shoulders. I move my hips to the rhythm of the song: "…Killing me slow, out the window. I'm always waiting for you to be waiting below. Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes. What doesn't kill me makes me want you more. And it's new, the shape of your body. It's blue, the feeling I've got. And it's ooh, whoa, oh. It's a cruel summer…"

I forget for a moment how much my heart has ached watching Drew slobber all over Kerry today. I forget that I'm really nothing more than Drew's side piece. In fact, I forget Drew exists in that one moment and I remember who I am outside of being his lover, his whore, his mistress. It feels good to just be me again. Young, free, vibrant Deely has resurfaced after a month and a half of being in hibernation.

Drew POV

What tha fuck is this shite? Who tha fuck is this prick touching mah girl? I've been in fucking hell all day having ta play Happily Married Dumb Fuck ta this wretched cunt of a wife of mine with her nasty ass attitude.

I swear ta Christ she's done everything ta make Sheamus and Isabella's wedding day all about her. She's done nothing but have a smart ass attitude with me and remind me that we better make it "look good" so she doesn't get embarrassed. Because it's all about her! Fer fuck's sake!

The only semblance of peace I've known all day is when I had mah fingers inside Delia's sweet, tight pussy and feeling that warm honey all over mah hand. Not ta mention having those full, luscious lips wrapped around mah cock. Our moment was way too brief, but it was as perfect as I could get in that quick moment of bliss.

I know Delia wasn't happy watching me haveta act like I give a shit about Kerry, but she's really doing this ta me? She's practically grinding MY cunt on whoever tha fuck this prick is. I'm about ta blow mah stack, but I can't lest I give away that I'm in love with her. This isn't tha time or place ta make a scene, but rest assured I'm fucking seething watching this motherfucker with his hands all over mah Princess!

I guess I look distracted as Sheamus nudges me, "Hey brother, what's tha Craic? Ya look fit ta be tied. Ya OK, ya bugger?"

I shake out of my haze of anger, "What? Yeah, I'm fine."

He looks over in tha direction I was focusing mah gaze and smiles, "Ah! I see Deely's met Craig. Brilliant. He's a great guy. They'd get along like gang busters!"

Mah blood is boiling, "Nah, I don't think sa Sheamo. He doesn't look good enough fer her."

Sheamus eyeballs me, "What are ya babbling aboot? Craig is a nice guy, has a great job and a level head. That's exactly what Deely needs after what ya told me all she was dealing with when she was with Kross."

I had told him some about why I had ta beat tha fuck outta Kross a couple of weeks ago and put Delia under mah protection. I didn't think he'd use that against me. And I obviously didn't tell him tha part where I've fallen madly in love with her and we're fucking on an almost daily basis. Goddamn it, now I'm having ta fight off a hard on with that thought!

I shrug, "I dunno, mate. I don't get a good vibe from him."

He points out, "Well, ya haven't really met him, have ya? Besides, I've noticed yer acting funny all weekend. There's a tension about ya. Are ya and Kerry having issues? She's been acting strange as well."

I know I need ta talk ta him. He, and maybe Wade, are tha only ones I can talk ta that won't judge me. But this isn't tha time er place fer mah bullshit. This night is fer him and Isabella. I won't be unloading mah problems on him on the best day of his life.

I smirk and clap him on tha shoulder, "Mate, I'm fine. Listen, go be with yer beloved ferever. We'll catch up when yer pale ass gets back from yer honeymoon. I'm sa happy fer ya. Love ya, brother."

He laughs gregariously and hugs me tightly, "Ha! Love ya too, ya big muppet."

I smile at him as he walks back to Isabella and the rest of tha wedding party, but it fades quickly when I see Delia and this Craig bastard both with their phones out. Is that prick getting her phone number? Oh, fuck that!

I'm ready ta storm over there, sweep her off her feet and and carry her ta tha closest bed when Kerry slinks over and throws her arms around mah neck, "Mmm babe! Wanna dance with your sexy wife?"

I grit mah teeth with a fake smile of mah own and remove her hands from her person, "I think I've played tha part of doting husband long enough. I'd rather have mah balls sliced off with a claymore than spend any more time in yer noxious presence. Ya can scamper off and go call yer boyfriend if ya want yer ego fed more."

She huffs, "I thought we were moving past all of this. I was hoping we could go back to the hotel room and make love tonight."

I laugh, "In order ta make love ya haveta be in love with tha person yer with. Tha only thing ya love about me is mah money and I'm not allowing ya ta rub yer twat all over thiat."

She gasps in shock, "How dare you!"

I retort, "How dare I what? Tell tha truth? Ya really think I'm gonna just move past yer nasty attitude and ferget how ya've treated mah friends and family? I'm not fucking stupid, Kerry. I will never get over that. And ya made it clear that I'm not enough fer ya in bed sa ya can use her fingers tanite. I'll be back in tamarra ta get ready fer tha Halloween costume party."

As I stomp away not giving a shit about her protests, I turn back ta say, "By tha way, what tha fuck costume did ya get me? Was that sapposed ta be Gandlaf or Merlin. Yer panties fer yer lover ain't tha only thing slipping on ya. G'night."

I look back and notice Delia isn't anywhere in sight. Oh, goddamn it! Please don't tell me she left with that fucker! I rush outta the reception room and dial her number. Even though I'm begging her ta pick up, I get her fucking voicemail: "Hey there. It's Deely. Leave me a message! If this is makeup related, I'll definitely call you back. If this is Ben, Lee or LuLu, I love ya'll but stop meddling in my business. Anyone else, maybe."

I try not ta sound as desperate as I feel when I record mah message, speaking softly sa no inquiring minds can hear: "Delia, baby. It's Drew. Look, I saw ya leave and… Please call me back. I need ta see ya tanite. I need ya, Princess. What hotel are ya at? Please, Delia. I love ya."

The Muse Hotel

Times Square, New York City

Cordelia POV

Of course, I fucking gave into him. Again. I'm sitting on the couch of my suite waiting in anticipation for Drew to arrive at my hotel room. I saw he had called me as I sat in the backseat of the cab. I refused to listen to his voicemail. I was in no mood to hear his voice at that moment. That sexy, gruff, Scottish accent that makes me drop my panties to the floor in a heartbeat. Goddamn it!

When I didn't call him back, his started texting me. The first one begged me to call him. I simply said no. Then, he said "please". I refused. Then, the questions started. Wanting to know where I was, what I was doing, who the fuck I was with. I told him it was none of his business and to go be with his wife!

That's when I could tell I pissed him off with his next text: "Goddamn it, Delia! I need to see you now! Please just tell me where you are! I sweat to fucking Christ I'll search every damn hotel room in this fucking city until I find you!"

And I can see him doing that shit too. I rolled my eyes and decided against my better judgment to listen to his voicemail. And like fucking clockwork, my resolve crumbled like a cookie. I heard the yearning in his voice. He really did need to see me. And I need to talk to him face to face. I have some choice words he needs to here.

So, I texted him back: "The Muse, room 1413."

I've been sitting here for 15 damn minutes fuming, both at him thinking about all I need to say to him and at my own damn self for caving in just by hearing his voice. I'm ringing my hands and going over and over in my head everything I'm gonna say to him.

I may have to break this whole thing off with him to save my heart and sanity. I can't stand another session of watching him and Kerry together. Today affected me way more than I care to admit. Now, why does this train of though make me wanna cry my eyes out?

I'm shocked out of my considerations with the loud booming banging on my door. I take a deep breath and exhale, thinking that I'm ready for whatever happens when I open this portal. I put on my best defiant face and try not to so how weak in the knees I am looking at this fucking Scottish sex god. Stop trembling with want, Cordelia!

But Drew is brutish and mean when he brushes past me and demands, "Where tha fuck is he?"

As he starts looking into the bedroom and in the closet, I wonder aloud, "Where is who?"

He comes to stands right in front of me, so close I can feel the heat coming off his bronzed skin and see the lines of anger on his beautiful face, "Oh, you know. That fucking little prick I saw ya with tanite! The one ya were grinding up against on tha dancefloor. Tha one I saw ya giving yer number to. Craig. Yeah, that's his goddamn name! Where tha fuck is he?"

I narrow my eyes as bile starts to rise in my throat, both from the copious amount of alcohol I consumed and my own irritation, "I don't know, Drew. I'm assuming he went back to his hotel as well. So nice of you accusing me of being anyone else's whore besides yours!"

He bellows at me, "I never once called ya that once! Yer tha woman that I love! Do ya have any idea what it felt like just looking at ya all day, not being able ta just put mah arm around ya? All I wanted was ya by mah side! But then, I saw that fucking prat ease up on ya. I'm sa fucking pissed right now!"

Oh no, he won't put that on me, "You? You're pissed? Do you know what it felt like watching you have your hands and mouth all over that wretched bitch all day? To see this goddamn picture and read that caption?"

I flash her little Instagram post in his face. He sighs and grumbles, "Fer fuck's sake! I told ya none of that's real! All I want is ya! But nah, yer getting pissed drunk and giving yer number ta tha first motherfucker that shows ya the slightest bit of attention!"

My eyes widen and I can see he regrets his words as soon as they come out of his mouth. But I'm not about ta let him get away with his shit, "Oh, I see! So, you think I'm pathetic! Is that it? I'm just supposed to sit there and be OK with you still being in this so-called loveless marriage. Just wait on you to make your fucking move to not be ashamed of what we're doing?"

He runs his hands through his long black hair and seethes, "I didn't mean…"

I interrupt, "That's exactly what you mean! You know, it did feel good to have a man seem interested in me. An uncomplicated, unmarried, nice man. And if you hadn't come in here with your goddamn guns a blazing, I would've told you that he took my number because his sister is getting married in 6 months and is looking for a makeup artist. And YES, he asked if he could ask me out for coffee some time. I told him that I'm out of town a lot so I'm not sure. But you know, the way you're acting, I just might! Now, I need you to leave. I need to get my shower and get some rest. Plus, I'm sure your bitch is missing her lap dog."

I try to push by him and he roughly grabs my wrist and pulls me back to his chest "Well, I'm not done with ya!"

That triggered me into a strong reaction as I fling myself out of his grasp and put my back against the wall. My chest is heaving and I scream, "No! Don't touch me!"

For a moment, I had a flash of Kevin and his violence towards me. I see Drew's face clear up through the cloud of fear and his eyes and voice soften, "Baby, oh god. I'm sa sorry. I didn't mean ta hurt ya. I…"

He sits down on the chaise lounge and puts his head in his hands, his elbows resting on his wide spread thighs. My pride won't let me go to him, even though I know he would never hurt me in a million years. But my PTSD has been sparked, and I have to process it and let it settle before I can do anything. I can't do this right now.

I turn away from him and mumble, "You can see yourself out."

I walk into the bathroom and shut the door. I start to take off my makeup as I gaze into the looking glass. That's when all my raw emotions come exploding to the surface. All the fear, guilt and jealousy are looking back at me and I start to cry as I reach over to turn the shower on. I remove my clothes and step in, praying the sound of the water masks my chocking, heaving sobs.

Drew POV

What tha fuck just happened? I'm sa confused. She looked at me like I was a stranger. Like she didn't even know me. She knows damn well I'd never harm her. It's not in mah nature, and I know what being an abused partner feels like. That look of fear in those normally tender green eyes. It matched tha terror I witnessed when she was confronted by…

Fuck! I grabbed her wrist! Goddamn me! I feel like such a fucking asshole. I should've calmed mahself down bafer coming here. I never wanna see that look on her sweet face ever again. And now, I can hear her crying. Fuck!

She wants me ta leave. Maybe she wants ta never see me again. I can't bear that thought. I belong ta Delia. She owns mah heart. I get up and gently open tha bathroom door. She's in tha standup shower facing that corner. She's bawling uncontrollably, but trying ta keep it quiet.

I can't leave her alone. I know she doesn't really want that either. I need her like I need oxygen ta breathe. I quickly remove mah wedding garb and just leave it on tha floor. I barely have conscious thought as I open tha shower door.

All I can see is the sad beauty in front of me. Her long black raven hair wet and clinging ta her beautiful snowy white skin. She hasn't turned around or even acknowledged mah existence. She's still crying and I did that ta her. Goddamn me!

I approach her and reach out mah hand. I caress her back and whisper, "Delia, baby."

Her body immediately stiffens up and recoils away from mah touch. I inch closer ta her and breathe out, "Delia, please. Baby, I'm sa sorry. I didn't mean any of that. I promise. I love ya sa fucking much. Please look at me."

I run mah fingertips down her arms. She still won't face me. I reach around her waist and pull her inta mah embrace, her back and head against mah chest. Even with her being sa sad and angry at me, having her in mah arms feels sa damn right. She belongs here.

I tighten mah grip and press a kiss tah her temple, "Delia, baby, please don't cry. I'm right here. I told ya I'd protect ya and love ya ferever. I meant every word. Gods, I adore ya. Please don't shut me out."

As if she finally hears me, her hands float down ta cover mine. She looks back at me and uses her pointer finger ta trace mah bearded jawline, like she's done sa many times since we first got tagather over a month ago.

She turns ta face me, those enormous, beautiful tits flush against me. Tha water is flowing over us as she buries her face in mah chest. I hold her tighter ta me, like she's mah lifeline. Because she is. She's everything that is good, pure and beautiful in my world.

I cup her cheek and put mah forehead ta hers, "Yer mah everything, Delia. I wanna be with ya fer tha rest of mah life. We'll find a way, baby. I fucking promise. I don't wanna live without ya. I know now I was barely existing until that first time I kissed ya. I need ya, baby. I swear ta Christ we'll be tagather. Please don't give up on us."

She feathers a light kiss on mah lips and moans, "I love you, Drew."

Then she opens her mouth and slips her tongue past mah teeth, plunging it deep inta mine, massaging mine. I respond in kind, dueling fer dominance, neither of us budging an inch with our passion and love. I thread mah fingers inta her damp, curly hair and increase tha intensity of this.

Mah other hand caressing the delicious curve of her hip, I reach around and grasp that succulent ass and clutch her thigh, pulling it around mah waist as her greedy hands rub all over mah chest and torso. Oh god! Mah cock is now at full attention as tha head grazes tha lips of that paradise I need ta plunder as soon as possible.

She stops fer a moment and says, "Wait! Won't K…she wonder where you are?"

I back her up against tha shower wall, mah eyes must be dark and stormy with how much I desire this woman, "I told her I wasn't coming back tanite. I told her I didn't wanna be with her. I know exactly where I need ta be. I want mah beautiful Princess."

She bits that lower lip (fuck does that turn me on) and purrs as she touches my aching swollen length, "I want you so bad. I need you inside me now. Please fuck me."

I grip that sexy round ass and lift her up, her back against tha marbled wall and growl, "Ya better hold on tight. Yer not gonna be able ta walk tamarra!"

She holds on ta mah shoulders as I brace us with one arm and take mah cock in my other hand ta guide mahself inta that sweet heat. I pound mah way inta her with a thrust that rocks us both. She digs her long red nails inta mah back as I drive inta her with an intensity I didn't even know I possess.

I take her left leg and lift it onta mah shoulder and spread her other wider, allowing mah head ta reach that core deep within her. She squealing, riding mah every thrust. I'm hypnotized watching those mouth watering tits bounce every time our hips meet. She's trying ta meet mah thrusts, but mah position is leaving her powerless and defenseless ta mah relentless fucking.

Delia whimpers, "Oh fuck, baby! Right there! I can't stop cumming! Aaaaah Drrrewwww!"

I grunt, "Shit! Not yet! I'm not done with ya!"

I let her down ta her feet on wobbly knees and spin her around. I softly push her shoulders forward and clasp her hips, forcing her legs apart. I shove mahself back inta her from behind. She hollers and screams mah name as I rapid fire hammer her as hard as humanly possible.

Her hands brace the wall and she pushes her hips back, meeting me at mah hilt every time. She yells, "That's it. Oh GOD! Deeper, baby! Fuck me!"

I throw mah head back and mah eyes fluster as I start tah feel that familiar tingle down below, "Fuck! I'm gonna cum! Take it all, baby! I love ya, Delia! Ahhhh!"

I feel mah load blast deep inside her. Mah thrusts grow slower and sloppier as mah seed continues tah seep out. She is panting and whining, "Oh, does mah spoiled Princess want more? Use yer words fer yer Daddy, baby!"

Her nails are clawing the wall as she moans, "Yes! Please give me more! I need it!"

I chuckle as I insert three finger inta her, her walls wet with mah orgasm. I work mah digits in and out as fast as I have strength fer. Mah other pointer finger starts circling that tiny pearl above mah treasure. She hollers and cries out as that wave finally hits her like a tidal. Her knees buckle from pleasure and she sinks ta tha shower floor.

I sit down with her and pull her onta mah lap, having her straddle me and hug her close ta me as tha water cleanses us from above. I nuzzle mah face inta her neck and kiss her cheek. Mah fingertips stroke her back as I lovingly praise this beautiful woman.

I murmur, "I love ya, Delia Alexander. Please never doubt that. I'll always love ya."

She looks up at me, her emeralds orbs now swimming with tears as she begs, "Please stay with me tonight. I need you, baby."

I smile at her and kiss her forehead, "I'm not going anywhere. There's no where on Earth I'd rather be than with ya."

She smiles at me and I kiss her flush on tha mouth, solidifying mah intent. After I helped her up and turned off tha shower, I dried her off from head to toe. I wrap her tight in tha towel and held her close ta mah body.

We got in tha king size bed and laid in each other's arms all night. I made love ta her I don't know how many times. Each time was more intense than tha other. It felt amazing just lay with our warm, naked bodies tied up inta each other all night.

I knew I'd haveta ta leave first thing in tha morning, but I didn't care about anything but that here and now. Feeling her sleeping next ta me and seeing tha rise and fall of her chest completed me. But she was right about a couple of things. I was insanely jealous at tha thought of losing her ta anyone or anything. And it almost cost me everything precious in mah life tanite.

But most importantly, she was correct in that I needed ta do something about Kerry soon. I can't continue ta live a lie with her. I don't love her. Sometimes, I wonder if I ever actually did since I was sa blinded ta her greed and nastiness. But if I don't figure something out soon, I could lose tha love of mah love. And that's not something I'm ever gonna let happen. Nothing and no one will ever keep me and Delia apart.