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I opened my mouth and took as much of his shaft as possible, and then pulled back slowly, my lips wrapped around him with as much suction as I could create.

“Christ! Kylie!” He grunted, his fingers tightening on my scalp.

Every sound of pleasure that left his lips urged me on. I stroked his tight, firm ass as I devoured him, finally tightening my fingers until I grasped a cheek in both hands.

“Fuck!” he cursed, his hand guiding my head as I bobbed up and down. “So. Fucking. Good.”

I moved one hand from his ass to his balls, stroking with just the right amount of pressure that I knew would set him off.

“Not. Fucking. Happening,” Dylan growled and pulled me up.

“What’s wrong?” I asked him in a sensual daze.

“Although I’d love to come with those beautiful lips wrapped around my cock, I need to be inside this sweet body of yours a lot more,” he said in a low, fevered tone as he quickly got me naked.

He scooped me up and strode the short distance back to the dining room.

“Not going to make it to the bedroom,” he rasped as he bent me over the table.

“Don’t care,” I whimpered. “Just fuck me.”

He didn’t.

He stroked his hands over my ass and then moved one of them between my thighs.

I almost hit the ceiling as his finger found my clit.

He stroked over the slick bundle of nerves, his other hand stroking over my back and then down to my ass.

I panted as my head dropped to the table, my body close to climax as Dylan stroked through my slick folds over and over again.

“Dammit, Dylan! Fuck me!” I demanded, my body primed and ready to explode.

I was needy and desperate to get his cock inside me.

He’d satisfy me when he thought I was just as hungry for his cock as he was to give it to me, and not a second before that.

Dylan always made sure I was right there with him, but right now, I might be ahead of him.

I almost wept with relief as I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance.

“Is this what you need, Kylie?” he asked roughly. “Tell me.”

My heart was racing with anticipation, my body thrumming with need.

“Yes. You know it is,” I whimpered.

“I’m always going to give you what you need,” he said in a hoarse, raw tone as he surged forward and buried his cock inside me.

“Oh, God, yes!” I moaned. “You feel so good.”

His hands gripped my hips as he began to move with steady strokes, each one deeper, harder than the one before.

I felt his hand start to stroke up and down my back, and then he leaned forward and buried his face in my neck, his tongue and mouth devouring every inch of sensitive skin he could find.

“Dylan,” I choked out as my body burned white-hot.

This man consumed me, possessed me every single time he touched me, until I wasn’t sure where one of us ended, and the other began.

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