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“You want this.” He reminds me, making me grip him harder than I’d ever dare.
“You won’t break it.” He grins, growling low again. Asking if I agree with him or not.
“Well? Do you want my cock inside you or not?”
My head stabs a nod, easily agreeing with every word he says.
Bringing up his hand, his precome-soaked hand, he makes me taste that too.
“This is what you’ll taste like when I’m done.” He groans, watching me greedily taste both of us with my tongue sliding over his thick digits.
He sucks some air through his teeth, clenching his jaw as I watch his cock start to twitch and jerk on its own.
Another thick line of his juices escaping, which he lets me hurry to catch in my palm, eager to bring to my lips to taste more of him.
The man grinds his jaw in a supreme effort not to waste a drop of what I know he has for me.
For me.
Holy cannoli.
A man, a real man. The most amazing man alive actually wants me.
If I had any doubts, even if I thought he was only after one thing, his mouth suddenly hard over mine tells a different story.
It’s a firm, powerful kiss. But it’s also tender, filled with more than any of his gruff talk or slightly rough handling.
There’s a softer side to Dillon, I can feel it in his kiss.
But as quickly as it starts, he’s done. His intense dark eyes cautioning me to focus on them, warning me in advance that this is no game.
Dillon’s playing for keeps.
Chapter Six
Dillon
Yeah. Like I could stand feet away from her, both of us alone in this shitty club, her in an even shittier basement while she drops her panties.
And I’m not gonna take a peek at what’s mine, what’s just waiting to be claimed?
Fucking hell she’s more than I could have ever asked for, and I mean much more when I watch her head down the stairs. The round bulbs of her sweet ass shifting under the skin tight black skirt she has on until she’s out of view.
My thick arousal springing to life, her body’s secret messages telling me she’s more than ready for me.
In seconds I’m halfway down the stairs and in another few I can hear her moaning, the scent of her sweet essence filling the air as she works that pussy of hers, trying to claim what’s mine before I’ve even seen it.
You crafty, horny little girl. Needing the bathroom indeed.
Nice try, but no more trying to do everything on your own.
I’m here now, baby. And I’m going to teach you just how a good girl learns to take what’s coming to her.
She sounds so close, and I know she must sense me here. My dick is in my hand in a second, squeezing not tugging this time.
I need to keep a handle on things until I can fill her sweet hole with all I have for her.
But the thought of her coming, without me even touching her or taking her in my mouth?
No. Not here and not yet anyway. I need to decide where and when she’ll come from now on. And I need to do a fair bit of it myself, all the way up inside her tight little baby maker.
That’s her job from now on.
Being filled, and coming like she’s never come before.
I’ll take care of everything else.
Tasting her is like the sweetest honey, which I share with her and let her taste a little of mine too.
It’s nothing compared to what she’s gonna get, but it should be enough to explain to her that she’s mine now.
I’m not letting her out of my sight. Not for a minute.
Not even to use the bathroom by herself.
We both hear a muffled voice from above, the heavy step of someone near the bar which makes her gasp.
Bringing her back down to earth.
She tries to move past me, but I cup her sex, pressing my fat dick hard up against her soft voluptuous body.
“This is mine now. You’re mine now,” I tell her. Shocking myself at how sure I sound.
Cock sure.
She nods again, eager to please me but also eager not to lose her job.
“Mine.” I remind her, just one more time, leaning down to whisper it into her ear, feeling the softness of her blond bangs against my face, the heat of her skin warming my lips.
Lips that long for hers even though she’s so close to me. Inches away from paradise and we’re sidestepping it all for the sake of a few dollars.
“Becky? BECKY! Where the hell are you?” I hear the not-so-muffled voice shouting.
The door at the top of the stairs swings open, and I make sure my back is turned and Becky’s decent.
But my raging hard on is still out and Becky gasps, one part of her looking up at her boss, the other wanting to worship my cock.
