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“God, I love it when you beg for my cock.”
I perched on the floor, as he pushed it to my slips. I moaned, licking the head, slurping that sweet bead of dew in my mouth.
“Fuck,” he whispered.
My eyes locked on his as he began to thrust into my mouth. I couldn’t break eye contact. He had to know what he did to me. What he meant to me. We were planning our wedding. In a few short weeks I would be his wife. I opened my mouth wide so he could slide all the way to my throat.
He yanked my head toward him, so he was fully in my mouth. I cupped his balls with my palm as he began to twitch and harden.
“I’m going to fucking come. Not like this.”
He pushed me away from him and turned me around so I was facing away. His fingers raced between my legs.
“We don’t have any lube.”
“I don’t need it. Take me.” I panted.
He rubbed his finger over the ridge of muscle just as his cock sank inside my ass. I rocked forward and he pushed his fingers in my pussy.
“Ohh, Ohh, Dylan.”
“Fuck me.”
I bounced up and down, but it wasn’t long before another orgasm claimed me. He filled me with strokes so deep I felt like I was being tossed in the waves, set out to sea, only to be pulled back again by his powerful body. I crested and floated.
He climaxed, seizing my ass and groaning as his cum spilled inside me.
I laid on his chest. “Thank you,” I whispered.
“For what?”
“For not treating me like some delicate flower. For letting me be a sex panther,” I giggled.
He helped me get cleaned up and dressed. “There’s no holding a sex panther back.” He winked. He kissed me. “I have to get down to the locker room. Team meeting with Applewhite.”
“Oh? What’s it about?”
He shrugged. “Playoffs?”
“I guess so. Will you let me know if it’s important?”
“Of course. Have you heard anything from legal?” he asked.
“No. It doesn’t make any sense.” I picked up the fresh glass of orange juice. I was starting to feel a little drained.
“I don’t know about you, but I don’t like sitting on the sidelines.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t like it when other people make decisions for me. If I were you, I’d tell your brother the fight is over before it even starts. Scare him off.”
I twisted my lips together. “You think it’s that easy? He wants a billion-dollar franchise. Ghost stories aren’t going to work.”
“Ghost stories might not, but reality might.” Dylan winked. “Let me know how it goes. I’ve got to get to that meeting.”
I ran after him at the door. “Wait.”
“What is it?”
