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“I love you,” I whimper out, looking down to watch him stroke me again. “Dillon…”
He curses, letting go of my erection so he can lift me up and toss me over his goddamn shoulder. I yelp, slapping my hands on his back for support at the same time he swats at my ass.
“You’re playing dirty.”
“Was fucking not,” I argue, then bounce on the mattress when he tosses me on the surface. He gives me a narrow eyed, intense look that I feel in my whole body before walking butt ass naked over to his nightstand. He tosses the lube next to me, then crawls onto the bed until he’s hovering over my panting mouth.
The snap of the lube bottle has my heart racing impossibly faster.
“I’m going to stretch you out,” he whispers, lips brushing over mine with every word. “And then I’m going to fuck you exactly like you’re begging me to with your pretty brown eyes.” He sits up on his knees between my spread thighs and inhales deeply. “And then you’re going to say that to me again.”
He squirts lube on his fingers, and my mouth goes dry, lifting my hips.
“I can just say it again now?”
We both make a sound when he rubs those fingers through my crease, then over my rim. Soft but firm circles around and around before he presses a single fingertip inside me.
“No.”
“Why not?”
He gives me a very unimpressed look, but I see the want in his eyes. “Do you want me to come now, or do you want me to fuck you first?”
I toss my head back into the pillow and laugh, but it’s cut off when he glides his finger all the way inside. He fucks me with it in slow, measured movements, and after a minute, he adds another next to it. By the time he’s using three, I’m a mess.
I find the discarded bottle of lube and squirt way more on my hand than needed before grasping his cock and smearing it on his length. He hisses, leaning over to press his face into my neck.
“Now,” I say, breathless.
It feels wrong to be so empty when he pulls his fingers free, but then he moves over me and guides his cock to my entrance.
His kiss is tender and raw, reverent in the way he moves from the corners of my mouth to sucking my bottom lip between his teeth. He swallows my moan when he thrusts his hips forward, pausing after the head pushes inside.
His palms slide down my thighs, and I whimper a plea when he presses deeper inside me.
“Missed you,” I groan, peppering kisses over his bearded jaw. I graze my teeth against his neck and hold onto his back when he pulls out and pushes forward again.
“Stop talking, Emerson.”
I press my smile into his skin and lift my hips on his next thrust. He rumbles when he bottoms out, but my voice is locked behind the feeling of being so fucking full.
“Do you want me to say it now?” I ask after my body adjusts, then whine when he pulls out to the tip. My hands shoot up for the headboard when he grabs my ass in his hands and pulls me down to meet his stroke.
“Fuck, baby. No.”
It’s everything I knew it would be. Everything I remember. His touch. His smell. The way my body lights up under every brush of skin. Every shared breath and devastating kiss. He wraps a calloused hand around my shaft, and I know this isn’t going to last long.
I lick my lips and watch him move above me with hooded eyes.
“It’s sickening how much I love you, Dillon Montgomery.”
He curses, slamming his hips into me a single time more, sending us both free falling over the edge.
Emerson
Iwas pawing at him in my sleep. I know I was, but after the second round of sex in the middle of the night, I couldn’t get myself to wake up. He woke me up with my dick down his throat. He drank my cum, rolled me over to spank my ass, then climbed out of bed with a whistle like we’ve been doing this shit for decades. Meanwhile, I was left in bed, nothing but a puddle of mush and a bunch of vibrating, confused braincells.
He had coffee on the counter when I stumbled out of his room, wearing nothing but one of his shirts. Now he’s feeding me bites of chocolate chip pancakes, but honestly, I’m still stuck on the part where I was sleeping, and then I was coming.
