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Vivien
Dillon pulls my mouth to his, kissing me with months’, no, years’ worth of pent-up longing, and I’m drowning in him. In a skillful move, he repositions us, without breaking our kiss, so I’m against the wall and he’s crushing his hard toned body against me. His tongue plunders my mouth as he pops the button on my jeans, and I moan when his tongue piercing strokes along the roof of my mouth. My hands slide up his shirt, finding warm skin, and I scrape my nails up and down his back as he lowers the zipper on my jeans and shoves his hand into my panties.
Two fingers slide into my slippery pussy, and I press against his hand as I bite down on his lower lip. “Fuck,” he hisses against my mouth, pumping his fingers fast inside me. “I need in you right now. I can’t wait.”
We stumble around the room in our hurry to get undressed, only breaking our lip-lock when it’s necessary to remove our clothing.
We fall back against the bed in only our underwear, and I climb on top of him, grinding down on his dick as he yanks my bra down, sitting up and burying his face in my breasts. He shoves them together with his hands as he sucks and bites my nipples and my tender flesh, and I think I could come just from this. “Love your tits,” he murmurs, taking as much of one breast into his mouth as he can.
“Dillon, please,” I beg, grinding my pelvis against his, my pussy pulsing with intense need.
“Please what?” He rips my panties at the side, and the material floats around us. “Tell me what you need, sweetheart. Tell me what you want.”
I shove him back by his shoulders, remove my bra, and fling it aside as I slide down his body, tugging his boxers down his legs. “You.” My tongue darts out, licking the top of his pierced crown. “I want all of you filling every part of me.” Without giving him time to answer, I lower my mouth over his straining cock, moaning as I run my lips up and down his hot flesh.
“Fuck, Viv. I won’t last long if you do that.” He grabs my hips, yanking me off him and throwing me flat on my back on the bed. Dillon pounces on me, running his hands all over my body as his lips ravish my mouth. I spread my legs, rubbing my pussy against his cock, and he hisses between his teeth. “Goddamn it. The things you do to me. Don’t move,” he commands, straightening up and bending over to pull out the top drawer of his bedside table.
My chest heaves, and my body trembles in anticipation as I watch him remove a condom and carefully roll it down over his length. Electricity crackles in the air, and I’m dying for him, impatient to feel him moving inside me. I fondle my breasts, spreading my legs wider as I wait for him to hurry the fuck up.
“Look at you.” A devilish glint appears in his eye as he moves his face in between my legs. “All spread out for me like the most decadent feast.” He licks his lips before he launches himself at me, shoving his tongue into my cunt while his fingers furiously rub my clit. “Pinch your nipples,” he growls, looking up at me as he pushes three fingers into my heat. “And keep your eyes on me.” His tongue darts out, and he licks my clit as his fingers pump faster inside me. Every time his piercing hits the sensitive bundle of nerves, a jolt of intense desire shoots through my core, and I’m a writhing mess under his expert ministrations.
My climax is rising, and I’m getting close. Impatient to experience the ultimate high, I grind my pussy against his face. “That’s it, sweetheart, fuck my face.”
Grabbing handfuls of his gorgeous hair, I keep him pressed against my most private parts as I thrust against him and he works me with his fingers and tongue.
Sparks transform to flames inside me as I self-destruct in the most glorious fashion. I can’t stifle my cries as the most earth-shattering orgasm rips through me, turning my limbs to mush, rendering me a pliable pile of limbs on the bed. “Fuck, Dillon. I want to do that every single day for the rest of my life.”
Pulling up to his knees, he pins me with the sexiest evil grin. “That can definitely be arranged.” Flinging my legs over his shoulders, he pulls me forward, lifting my ass off the bed a few inches as he lines his cock up at my entrance. “Hold on tight, Hollywood. This is going to be hard and fast.”
“My favorite kind of ride,” I quip, shivering in delicious anticipation.
Dillon thrusts into me in one powerful movement, and I slap a hand over my mouth to stifle my cries. “Fuck, yeah, Viv. God, how I’ve missed you.” He pounds into me while leaning down to kiss me. “I love doing this with you.”
Grabbing his head, I pull him closer as I cross my ankles behind his neck, lifting my hips, so the angle is deeper. “I love sex with you. I just love you,” I pant before claiming his lips in a searing-hot kiss.
Dillon drives into me like a man on a mission, pushing his dick as far as it will go, and I see stars. Our kissing is as frantic as our fucking because we can’t get enough. I drag my nails up his abs, and he hisses. Removing my legs from around his neck and shoulders, he situates me on his lap without breaking our connection. “Ride me, sweetheart. Fuck me until I come.” His arms go around me as he plants a line of drugging kisses along my collarbone.
Keeping my hands on his shoulders to control my movements, I bounce up and down on his erection, throwing my head back and thrusting my chest in his face. Dillon sucks on my breasts, tugging on my nipples with his teeth, while his fingers slip down to my ass, tracing a teasing line along my ass crack. His mouth suctions on my neck, right in the place where I’m most sensitive, and I groan as I slam up and down on his dick, feeling my orgasm building again.
Dillon shoves his cock up inside me, his movements alternating with mine, and I cry out when he pushes one finger into my ass, falling over the ledge instantly. Pushing me flat on my back, he rocks into me with a new intensity as I come down from my high. A muscle clenches in his jaw, the veins in his neck pulse, and his entire body locks up as he roars out his release.
It’s a miracle we didn’t wake Easton with how loud we were. He really must be exhausted after such a busy day.
The blissful look on Dillon’s face brings tears to my eyes, and I pull him to me as he collapses on the bed beside me.
His arms wind around me automatically, and he draws me in close, tipping my chin up. “Are you okay?” Concern is splayed across his face.
“These are happy tears,” I rasp, cupping his gorgeous face. “I love you, Dillon. I love you with everything I am, and everything I have to offer is yours.”
“You’re mine. You’re truly mine.” His eyes fill up.
“I’m yours, Dillon.” I kiss him softly, and he tightens his arms around me.
“This is right where you belong, Vivien Grace, and I am going to love you with everything I have every single day for the rest of our lives.”
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