He went straight back to work, this time incorporating his big fingers. He pressed one against my entrance, which was so wet and ready that he slipped right in.
The pleasurable stretch knocked all logic and reason out of my brain; nothing but pitched whines bubbled past my lips as he curled his finger to aim for my sweet spot. His tongue continued to flick and tease, working me up to a second thick finger.
“You taste so good,” he muttered.
I shivered. Dylan was normally so straightlaced that hearing these deliciously filthy things drove me wild. “I’m c-close. Fuck, s-slow down, I’m—”
I came with a cry this time, a warm thrum in my veins. If I didn’t know any better, I was pretty sure Dylan was trying to get me to wake the neighbors.
“How was that, sweetheart?” he asked, soundingwaytoo smug. I didn’t mind.
“Come here,” I rasped. “I want to feel you inside me.”
Dylan climbed up; his hard body pressed flush against mine. I all but melted when he brought a hand up to brush my hair away from my face. “Are you ready for me?”
“Yes. Yes, please hurry. I can’t wait any—”
He pressed his long, hard cock into me. My walls stretched around him, taking him in with ease. I circled his neck with my arms and crashed my lips to his as we moved together, his thrusts evenly paced and wonderfully rough.
I chanted his name like a song, like a prayer, unable to coherently string full sentences together.
“Dylan,” I whined. “Dylan,more. So —ah— close.”
“Hang onto me, sweetheart.”
He fucked me through my third orgasm, the walls of my pussy clenching and fluttering hard around his shaft. I whimpered against his next kiss, dazed and seeing stars.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
“W-wait,” I gasped. “Slow down. Let me catch —ooh, fuck— my breath.”
“You want me to go slow, huh?” he said against the corner of my mouth. He rolled his hips, moving like a wave. The sudden change in pace sent a shock through my system, the pleasurable drag of his cock in and out of me almost maddening. “I’ll go slow for you, sweetheart. Just like that. So nice and wet for me.”
“Dylan,” I whimpered. “Dylan,fuck. You’re so big. God, you make me feel so good.”
“Just wait until Cash and Red get their hands on you. You’re going to look so pretty, coming for us again and again. Can’t wait to watch the guys unravel you. Fuck, you’re so nice and tight. You like the idea of them fucking you senseless that much?”
“D-Dylan, I’m gonna—”
“I’m close too. Just a little more, sweetheart. Just a little—”
We tumbled over the edge of ecstasy together, kissing each other through the waves of pleasure that ripped through us. Dylan wrapped me in his arms, completely safe and totally his.
I peered up at him with a dopey giggle. “Will you stay?”
He nodded, the corners of his green eyes crinkling as he gave me a big, bright smile. “Absolutely.”