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“You want to look me in the eyes while I stretch you out, or do you want to cower in a pillow, princess?”

“Fuck you.”

“That’s why you’re here, remember?” his voice is sharp. Sharp enough to slice through all the layers of everything else to what this really is about at the center.

Lust.

Desire for flesh, nothing more.

Nothing more.

I snatch the bottle of lube from where it landed next to his knee and flip around. My hair tickles over my shoulders as I move to squirt some of the cool lube on my fingers. I am shaking when I twist around to slide them through my crease.

“I’ll do this for you, too, baby,” I say sweetly, ignoring the quiver in my voice and the burn of my cheeks. It’s a battle of wills, and I don’t even know who's winning. My shoulder eventually finds its way to the bed, ass up with two fingers pumping in and out of my hole while Dillon leans back on his heels and watches with narrowed eyes and a tight jaw.

“You can take more,” he says, deceptively soft.

“Spread them open,” he murmurs. "Let me see."

“Just like that,” he praises, gently knocking at my sanity. "Fuck, Emery, look at you."

I whimper.

"Open up for me."

He’s finding my weak spots with ease and knocking a little harder.

“Are you ready, baby?” he asks, dropping the lube bottle back on the mattress and rubbing a slick hand over his length.

I pull my fingers out with a soft groan, nodding into the pillow. Dillon moves closer, knuckle grazing my ass cheek before he notches the head of his cock at my opening. All the air leaves my lungs when he presses in enough for the head to push through. The stretch is almost too much, I feel the pressure everywhere. But I'm desperate. Have been fucking desperate, so I push back with a moan, bearing down to take more of him.

He leans over my back, surrounding me in his warmth and cloaking me in darkness. Leaving me to drown in his scent as he takes hold of the top of his headboard and pushes so slowly.

“Dill,” I beg, heart lodged in my throat as he forces my insides to make room for him.

“Em,” he says softly, and then that's the last soft thing that happens. Dillon pulls the half of his cock out that made it inside, and then thrusts forward hard enough to send me up the bed. I shoot my hands out for support, groaning when he fills me up completely. He's fucking everywhere.

He pauses, giving my body a moment to adjust. Just long enough for me to sit in the reality of what's happening.

Dillon is inside of me. My mind whispers.

He pulls back and thrusts again.

Dillon..

I moan, pressing back to meet his next stroke.

My mind is fuzzy, and my body is weeping with pleasure.

My heart is trying to escape from my throat. Keeping my moans choked up inside my chest. All I’m capable of is parting my lips and feeling.

I hate it.

I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of it.

“Is this what you wanted?” he whispers, hanging his head down to rest on the back of mine. He adjusts until he’s hitting my prostate with every slick glide back inside me.

Yes.