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OhsweetJesus,he'skissing my neck.
Lake Decker is kissing my neck.
I'm straddling him. His hands are pulling me down onto him. And Lake Decker's mouth is onmyneck.
Not fangirling because...gross. Like he needs that to inflate his already enlarged head. I'm just in disbelief as to how I got here. I was so strong a lifetime ago.
Responsibilities. Ethics. Codes… I can't fucking think while he's doing that thing with his tongue.
“You're sure about this?” he murmurs against my neck.
I push up off of him abruptly.No, I'm not sure. How dare you ask me that preposterous question! Knowing damn well all I need is one excuse, one moment, one reason, to make all of this stop.
He tightens his grip on my ass, thrusting against me with his stiff cock, and I'm reduced to my liquid form, melting into him.
“Stop talking, Lake. Mouth closed. No more words. Except, keep using it to do t-that thing you were doing.”
He chuckles, one of his massive hands snaking slowly up my spine until it finds the back of my neck. Pulling me down flush to his chest, he does that thing where he kisses a spot on my neck, opens his mouth and his tongue pulses on the area with such precision before his teeth graze the skin.
“Oh God,” I whimper, feeling his teeth dig into me.
“You're making me so hard,” he murmurs, his deep voice rumbling against the skin of my neck. “Those little sounds you keep making…”
I close my eyes tightly, running my fingers down the side of his chest again, never getting enough of the feel of his rock-hard body and rippling abdomen. I want my tongue to take a test drive down the wild terrain of those hills like one of those car commercials, but I'm locked in his hold as I grind down on him.
He flinches slightly and I go medical.
“Are you comfortable? This isn't painful, is it?” I ask, pulling back from him and looking down.
God, I'm an idiot. I can't help but to think in therapist. I don't want him re-injuring himself or falling back on his progress with me. Forever the therapist.
“Oh, it's painful.” He laughs me off.
My brows raise in worry, but before I can say or do anything, he roughly rolls us over so I'm on my back against the plush comforter again. My tits bounce beneath my flimsy tank as I lay back, and his eyes go right to them.
“Dylan, Dylan, Dylan…” He shakes his head. “Off.”
He grabs my tank top by the chest, pulling my upper half off the bed toward his face. Gasping at the sudden forcefulness, I try to clench my thighs together but only squeeze myself against his hips, feeling it in all the right places.
I lift my arms and he lifts the tank top straight off, leaving me topless before him.
Naturally, I go to cover myself with my hands, but he’s quicker, swatting them away. My palms lay facing the ceiling, and I bite down on my lip.
“Jesus.” His fingers softly trail up my ribs before he cups me in his large palm, my chest heaving in nervousness beneath him.
It's been a while since I've actually been naked in front of a man like this. As if I had time to sleep around. Eric was unfortunately my last, and that was already a year ago. I'm not generally an insecure person. I just don't try hard to change my natural look.
But it's moments like these that make me rethink everything. I should be wearing more makeup. I should've done a few more crunches. I shouldn't have eaten all that McDonald's with Colin last week. My insecurities are screaming as I stare up at the ceiling, wishing someone with more confidence could occupy my body for the time being.
As if hearing my embarrassing thoughts, he grips my chin between his forefinger and thumb, pulling my head down to face him.
“Get out of your head,” he demands, looking down at me. His brows knit together as he licks his lips. “You have no idea.”
I swallow down my nerves, staring back into his eyes as he compliments me with his gaze. His movements are slower, and his thumb grazes my erect nipple, flicking it lightly before firmly pinching down. I close my eyes, embracing it. I writhe beneath him, feeling the direct line from my nipple to my clit that desperately needs more friction.
He studies me closely, watching his touch affect me. As if possessed by the need to taste me, his mouth finds the sensitive bud and his lips surround it. Kissing, sucking, then gently nipping the tip, he continues toying with my breasts before his hand travels down my stomach to my shorts. Over the silk material, his fingers apply pressure, and I'm embarrassed by how damp the area is.
“Oh yes,” Lake groans, looking down at the material that's now slick against my skin, matted to me, showcasing my arousal. “That's so sexy, Dylan.”
