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“Do you?” He kissed her once more before climbing off the bed. He stripped his shirt off and dropped it on top of her clothing on the bench. She kept her focus directly on his amazing chest. He then rounded to the far side of the bed and opened the nightstand drawer.
He pulled a condom out and tossed it on the edge near where she waited. That was when she noticed the small tattoo on his wrist above the back of his left hand. Curious as to what the tattoo was and why he’d gotten it, she decided to ask him about it later. Because she didn’t want to distract him from his current line of thoughts or actions.
She turned on her side to face him, supporting her head with one palm. Dylan promptly shucked his jeans off as she stared. Long, muscled, gorgeous legs greeted her view. She looked over her shoulder at Hunter briefly. His steady regard of her body, most especially her ass, only served to rev up her already warm and satisfied libido.
Lilianna picked up the condom and tore it open. Dylan’s boxers fell to the ground and she got her first glimpse of his huge cock, almost dropping their protection. She then took a nice long look.
“Good enough, do you think?”
“Amazing.” She lifted her eyes to his and smiled. He climbed on top of the bed. She handed him the condom. He handed it back to her.
“Will you put it on for me, please?”
“I’ll try.” Lilianna shifted until she sat cross-legged and carefully rolled the seemingly too small condom over his decidedly large cock.
“I love feeling your fingertips on my dick,” he whispered, making her smile. Her cheeks also warmed.
She finished her task, lifted her gaze to his seductive smile, and added, “Me, too.”
Lilianna rose onto her knees, trailing her fingertips along his muscled torso. She ran her hands over his shoulders, down his rounded biceps, and clutched his forearms. She leaned forward and kissed the center of his chest.
He whispered against her hair, “What position would you like to start with?”
What!
She cleared her throat. “What?”
Dylan lowered his face to hers and kissed her gently. “Do you want to get on top for this first round?”
She glanced down at his humongous cock. “No. That’s okay. You can get on top.” I want to feel your skin next to mine, and not a stitch of clothing between us for once.
He didn’t waste any more time talking. He pressed her back against the bed and touched her absolutely everywhere with his hands, following the path of his fingers with his seductively enticing mouth.
She was delirious with anticipation when he finally pushed his hips between her thighs and lined up his cock with her slick pussy opening. The press of his skin to her skin, his legs to her legs, his chest to her breasts, was more powerfully exciting than she’d ever expected. The beat of her heart sped up to an exhilarating tempo.
Now this was the way to have sex.
Not hurried.
Not half dressed.
Not over in seconds.
The tip of his cock pressed against the opening of her pussy, causing fluid to rush downward as if to greet him. The achy I-want-to-feel-his-cock-in-my-pussy-right-now sensation nearly bowled her over in its intensity.
Lilianna needed to be impaled. She longed to feel his mighty cock pierce her and stretch her to the absolute limits. He lowered his head and captured one of her aching nipples between his teeth, sucking until she thought she’d go mad. But he didn’t penetrate her.
She widened her thighs and wiggled her hips, attempting to get him to push inside. The heavy, pulsing desire low in her belly had intensified and become more urgent, threatening to drive her crazy. She wanted him. Wanted sex. Needed his cock.
He released her nipple, covered her mouth with his hungry lips, and thrust his cock fast and deep into her slick, hot, very ready pussy. He slid his hand beneath one ass cheek for leverage as he withdrew halfway, and then shot his cock deeply once more. The pressure of his hand added an even deeper penetration the second time. The feeling was so crushingly fabulous, she wanted this to live in this memory forever.
Lilianna wanted more. And he obliged her over and over again.
She didn’t mean to count but lost track of his thrusts somewhere after twenty-three or twenty-four anyway, expecting him to grunt, stiffen, and finish this glorious motion at any second.
