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Sparks sizzled over her skin as he worked her with h

is mouth. That oh, so talented mouth. He swirled his tongue over her folds, closed his lips on her clit, and sucked gently. The climax hit her full force.

“Yes, Dylan, yes. Just like that, baby. You’re so damn good at eating pussy. But I need your cock now. Fuck me. Fuck me with your hard cock. Please.”

He lifted his head and smiled, his full lips glistening with her juices. “Not yet.”

“Oh, damn,” Alli said as he lowered his head and sucked her swollen flesh into his mouth again. She pressed into his face, grinding and pushing. “Fuck me with your tongue, Dylan. Yeah, just like that. Lick me. Eat me.”

“Mmm. All night, honey.”

The breath of his words against her clit catapulted her over the edge again. Alli lost track of how many times he brought her to orgasm. Her body was alive in sensation, yet so spent she felt like she was sinking into the mattress. “Dylan…” She panted as he stroked the inner walls of her pussy with his fingers, bringing her down from her last climax. “You have to fuck me now. I can’t take it anymore. Please, damn it. Please!”

When her spasms slowed, Dylan removed his fingers and climbed forward. “I can’t wait to sink into that hot cream.” He reached out and rattled in the night stand drawer.

“What are you doing?” Alli asked.

“Condom.”

“I’m on the pill.” She wiggled underneath him, trying to bring him closer. “And I’m clean.”

“Me too. I promise. God, to be inside you, without a barrier.” He groaned. “I can’t even imagine it.”

“You don’t have to. Just do it. Now.”

He stabbed her with one swift stroke. “Ah, honey.” He held still for a few seconds. “That’s so good. What a tight little pussy you have.”

Her sex was taut and sensitive from all the orgasms, and his big cock gave her a sense of completeness she had never felt before. “Fuck me, Dylan. Fuck me.”

“Yeah, honey, yeah. I’ll fuck you. I’ll fuck you all night long.”

He thrust slowly at first, and then faster, her whole body throbbing in time with his strokes. She grabbed his ass, pulling him into her as he plunged. With each succulent thrust, his wiry public hair rubbed against her clit. He crushed his lips to hers, kissing her senseless as she rolled toward the peak again.

She broke the kiss, her voice a raspy puff. “I’m coming, Dylan. I can’t stop it. I’m coming.”

“Yeah. Come for me. Come all over me.”

She burst into a million pieces, the ecstasy claiming her in waves of spasms that sent her soaring.

“Alli, honey, I can feel your pussy coming on my cock. You’re so hot. Damn. I’m right behind you.” He grunted and then surged deep into her, his shaft pulsating against her clenched walls. “God. Allison. Oh God.”

Dylan collapsed on top of her, his breath puffing into the hair at the crook of her neck. He slowly rolled to his side, pulling her into his embrace and kissing her forehead.

“That was incredible.”

“Yeah,” she said. “It was.”

“Why don’t you just stay in here with me?” He scattered kisses on her cheeks. “Then Mike can have his bed back.”

Allison giggled into his neck. “Mmm, you smell good,” she said. “Do you really think Mike will be okay with you screwing his baby sister?”

“I don’t know about the screwing,” Dylan said. “But I think he’ll be okay with us together. As long as my intentions are honorable.”

Allison’s breath caught. “Are they?” Dylan’s lips curved against her cheek.

“Yeah, I think they are. I’ve felt more with you today than I have in years with other women.”

“I’m only here for two weeks,” Alli said.


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