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I work him up and down as he groans, my name a whisper on his lips. My gaze remains locked on his, and I watch as he takes me in, my mouth never so full in my life.
Everything throbs and the desperation to feel him slamming deep inside of me consumes my every thought. My pussy aches, but I don’t dare stop.
Dalton’s hand weaves into the back of my hair, curling around my ponytail and taking control, moving me back and forth, his grip tightening with every thrust. I moan around him and his grunt of approval is everything I never knew I needed.
My tongue becomes his bitch, working him like a damn pro, and as he starts to move me faster, I know he’s right on the edge. One hand grips the base of his cock, squeezing tighter as the other moves up and down, reaching the parts of him I just simply can’t with my mouth.
“Fucking hell,” he grunts, his whole body jolting, that low groan only making me crave him more. I take him harder, forcing him deeper until I’m almost gagging on his cock and, not a moment later, he roars as he comes hard, spilling his hot seed down my throat.
I swallow everything he’s got to offer, not daring to stop until I take every last drop, and only then do I release the death grip I have on his overwhelming cock. He lets out a heavy breath, staring down at me in astonishment. “Where the fuck did you learn how to do that?”
“I can’t spill all my secrets now, can I?” I murmur, making a show of wiping my thumb across my bottom lip.
His eyes blaze and he grips his shirt, yanking it over his head and showing off his glorious, toned body. His pecs are defined and those shoulders and arms . . . holy shit. This guy really is the whole package. “I hope you’re fucking ready,” he mutters darkly, gripping me by the arms and pulling me to my feet. “Because I have a few secrets of my own to share.”
Oh my.
He backs me up, almost flying across the court, and I have to scramble to keep up with him, but my need is too strong and he has to hold me up. At least, until my back slams against the pole of the hoop.
Dalton grips my shirt and tears the fabric right down the center, putting my body on display as I gasp at just how quickly it’s all happening. His eyes feast over my body, taking in every inch of me as I allow the torn fabric to fall down my arms.
He catches the ruined shirt before it drops to the ground and grips my waist, quickly spinning me so that my tits press right up against the cold pole. Dalton unhooks my bra, letting it fall and without warning, reaches around me and ties my wrists around the pole, my ruined shirt the perfect bind.
He brushes my hair off my shoulder and brings his lips down over my skin as his fingers continue trailing down my body. “So fucking gorgeous, Firefly,” he mutters, sounding in awe of what he’s about to claim.
I groan as his lips roam over my skin, moving up my neck to the sensitive skin below my ear. “You know,” he continues, his hands curving around my waist and dropping to the front of my jeans, toying with the button as his wide chest presses against my back. “I thought I was going to ease you into it, let you get used to me first. But after sucking me off like that, I wouldn’t dare insult you by holding back.”
Glancing over my shoulder, I push my ass back into him, grinding against that massive cock, so unbelievably ready to feel that piercing moving deep inside of me. I meet his starved stare and almost crumble. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
With that, Dalton pushes my jeans down past my hips, taking my thong right along with it. The moment I can, I step out of them, kicking them aside.
He doesn’t make me wait, curling his arm around my waist and trailing down between my legs. His foot hits my ankle, kicking my legs apart, and I do exactly what he wants, widening my stance and allowing him the access he demands.
Dalton’s fingers are right there, pushing through my folds and skimming over my sensitive clit. My whole body jolts, electricity pulsing through my veins. “Oh, God.” I groan, only getting louder as he pushes right up into my pussy with two thick fingers.
“You’re fucking soaking for me,” he says, pulling his fingers out and pressing them to my lips. He trails them over my bottom lip before pushing them inside. “Suck,” he demands in that same authoritative tone that got me in this position to start with.
I open wide, rolling my tongue over his fingers and tasting my arousal, and the moment he pulls them free, he grips my chin, forcing my face back to his. He kisses me deeply, his tongue lapping up what’s left on my lips. “So sweet,” he croons, his touch roaming back down my body.
He pushes his fingers straight back into me, only this time, they’re there to stay. They move in and out, circling and massaging deep inside me, my walls pulsating and throbbing around him. I need so much more and damn it, he knows. I’m at his mercy, my body his to use as he pleases.
“Oh fuck, Dalton,” I say with a breathy moan. “More. I need you inside me.”
“Be patient,” he tells me. “You’ll get exactly what you deserve.”
I’m just moments from screaming that I’ve been a good girl who deserves everything he’s got when his thumb moves to my clit, pressing down and rubbing small, tight circles. I cry out, my head tipping back to his shoulder. His soft, satisfied chuckle is everything, and I push my ass back against his hard cock again, coaxing him to get this show on the road.
My plan works like a treat, and he groans loudly in my ear, his cock flinching against my ass, unable to resist sinking deep inside of me. And while I’m here wondering how the hell he’s going to fit and just how delicious the feeling of being stretched by him will be, he’s probably wondering just how warm I’ll be, just how tight I’ll fit around him, and more so, if I can handle him in the first place.
Fuck, I hope he’s ready because I have every intention of taking all of him.
Dalton pulls his fingers free, and I almost cry out at the loss, but he takes my hips and pulls me back, one hand pressing against my back and bending me over, offering me up like a slick, warm platter. I spread my legs wide, feeling the cool breeze against my pussy, and I’m only now just realizing that I’m standing on top of the world, naked as the day I was born, every inch of me on display. There’s no doubt this rooftop has surveillance cameras, and I don’t doubt that every security guard this hotel has is currently sitting back, ready to watch the show. And yet, I haven’t got a single fuck to give.
I feel his piercing right at my entrance, and I let out a shaky breath, relaxing every inch of my core, knowing this is going to be snug. He takes my hips again, holding me still, and the anticipation is too much. I start pushing back against him, feeling his tip enter me.
He’s already stretching me wide, and I close my eyes, the pure satisfaction and pleasure knowing no bounds. Dalton groans and takes me further, his fingers digging into my hips. “Fucking hell,” he mutters through a clenched jaw. “You good?”
“God, yes,” I say with a pant. “Take me deeper.”
