I moan around him, sucking on him harder. He grips my roots, pulling me back. My lips pop off with a smacking sound.
“I need inside you—now.”
He jerks me up roughly, gripping under my legs and lifting me into the air.
“I’m on my period,” I blurt out.
I wrap my arms around his neck until he tosses me on thebed. He removes his sweatpants, hungry eyes on every inch of my skin.
He kneels down in front of me, pushing my thong to the side. I clap my hand over my mouth when I feel him pull my tampon out. He stands, disappearing into the bathroom and coming back with a black towel. He lays it on the bed beneath me. He’s still rock hard, my saliva coating his dick.
He wastes no time positioning himself in front of my entrance. He pulls the thong to the side and swipes the head over my slick opening once before plunging deep inside me with one thrust.
I gasp, my hands desperately finding his shoulders to hold on to. He immediately starts pounding into me.
“You have no idea how many ways I’ve pictured taking your body. For years, I’ve imagined this. There’s not a position on this planet I haven’t thought about twisting you into.” He grabs my leg, pushing my knee up until it’s pressed to my chest.
His eyes are intense on my face. He presses down into me, kissing my forehead.
“The real thing is so much hotter. You feel so warm and tight and fucking perfect. That pussy is perfect for me.”
I wasn’t prepared for filthy-talking Dayton tonight. He just watched me do something I’d never done for a man, and apparently, he loved it.
“I never imagined this would happen until … I had a dream about it.”
He slides inside me slowly, making my eyes roll back in my head with how good it feels. He pulls back leisurely before repeating the movement. He lifts his thumb to his lips and licks it.
“When did you dreamabout it?”
“The first night you stayed over.” I sigh, opening my eyes to stare into his.
His hand moves down between us to circle around my clit. Stars spin around my head.
“Dayton … Dayton … feels so good.”
He leans closer, brushing his lips against my ear. “I’ve been dreaming about this for thirteen years.”
My eyes widen, but instead of pausing to give me a chance to process his statement, he starts drilling into me ruthlessly. Suddenly, he stops, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and lifting me up.
He walks over to the wall like I’m weightless, pressing my back up against the drywall. His arms are supporting my weight, and he starts pounding into me again.
His tongue is exploring the space below my ear. I’m getting closer to an orgasm with each brush of his lips. His thrusts are hitting the sweet spot inside me, causing delicious friction against my clit. I thread my hands through his hair, never feeling sexier than I do right now.
“It’s always been you. Always,” he whispers, warm breath against my ear.
My orgasm explodes inside me, fireworks erupting in my body.
I scream his name, unable to hold myself back.
My body clenches around him, muscles spasming.
The sensations ripple through me, the pleasure coating my skin and warming me from the inside out. He holds on to me, hips still pistoning into mine for a few more seconds until he slows, jerking as his warm cum fills me.
I’m weak, barely capable of lifting my head. He moves us over to the bed, falling onto his back. I start to lift off of him.
“Leave it in,” he begs, “just for a minute.”
I relax on top of him, letting myself get comfortable. He’s a big boy. He can handle my full body weight. I close my eyes, sighing contentedly and feeling completely safe and taken care of for the first time in a long time.
