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“Yes,” she said, a little cowed by his intensity.

“Don’t sabotage this. Don’t try to prove to yourself that you shouldn’t trust me.”

“What? I wouldn’t!” she denied hotly. It took a moment for his meaning to settle in. He was worried she’d goad him until he took her forcefully, and then use it as another reason for distrusting him.

“No,” she said, somber now. “I won’t. I promise.”

 

; He removed his fingers from her ass and peeled back his button fly. Alice froze at the vision of his erect cock straining against white boxer briefs. He looked enormous. God, what have you gotten yourself into now?

Her anxiety mounted as she watched him extricate his cock from his underwear. His cock was stiff and flushed, the head smooth, fat, and delineated from the staff. She hungered for it, even as she feared it. He grasped the bottom of his rigid erection and stroked the length of it. He glanced up, cock in hand, and noticed her expression.

“I’ll be as gentle as I can be. This time.”

Those last two words sounded a little ominous, but also exciting. Her sex clinched tight. He glanced down, as if noticing her tension. His face looked grim as he unfastened his shirt and whipped it off him with a flex of ridged hard muscle. He didn’t remove his jeans and underwear. They remained bunched beneath his round shaved balls, making his jutting cock look all that much more intimidating.

Watching him lubricate his erection, knowing what he was about to do with it, had Alice skating on a ledge between boiling need and frothing anxiety.

His body looked as tensed as a coiled spring as he edged up between her thighs. Again, he used his left forearm to push her knees further into her chest and roll back her hips. She gave a little cry when he plunged his fingers into her ass again. His gaze fastened on her face as he finger-fucked her firmly.

“I’m not going to take you deep or hard. But I am going to fuck your ass, and it’s going to feel so damn good, Alice.”

“Okay,” she managed, a bit awed by the power she sensed in him at that moment, the incipient restrained energy. Was she crazy for wanting to see it break free?

He paused and leaned over her. A moment later, the tension in her right hand lessened. He’d released the leather wristlet she wore from the restraining strap.

“Touch yourself,” he said, straightening again between her thighs. “My hands are going to be full.”

She gladly did what he asked, her fingers taking up his former task. Things felt very slippery and warm between her thighs. He watched her with a tight focus for a moment as she rubbed her clit, his lustrous eyes glittering. He used his left hand to roll her hips back farther. Her knees were now less than an inch from her nipples, her feet suspended in the air. He moved closer between her thighs.

“Don’t stop,” he said succinctly when she paused in stimulating her clit because he’d just slipped his fingers from her ass and pressed the tip of his cock against her. His gaze leapt to her face.

“It’s not going to work,” burst out of Alice’s throat. Surely Dylan realized that. Her ass was a lot more sensitive than she’d ever before realized. She could perfectly feel the outline of his cock against her opening. “It’ll never—”

“It will,” he bit out. “With a little time and some patience. Trust me.”

“But—”

He merely shook his head once and she went silent.

“Touch yourself. Please. You’ll need it,” he said.

Slowly, she began to move her fingers. It felt good, no matter how precarious her situation. Or maybe she was excited because of the risk. Alice had never considered herself a daredevil, but since sleeping with Dylan, she’d come to realize she enjoyed the spice of a sexual challenge.

He firmed his hold on her right shin, keeping her body still.

“Push against me,” he said. She did. He flexed his hips.

“Ouch,” Alice muttered. A flash of intense pain shot through her.

“I’m sorry. It’s done.”

“Are you in?”

She blinked when he made a snorting sound. She stared up at him, intoxicated by the vision of his grin. He looked so beautiful to her in that moment: his muscular body drawn as tight as a wire; a glistening sheen of perspiration on his rigid torso telling her not only how aroused he was, but how much he held that arousal in check. His flashing smile was such a striking contrast to his former grim expression.

You are so far gone.


Tags: Beth Kery Glimmer and Glow Erotic