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“Such a good girl,” he croons as he strokes the column of my neck.
My panties are completely soaked through. His praise stirs a newfound desire within me, and I cup his balls, squeezing gently, as I suck him off. He loses all control, tugging my head forward, fucking my mouth with abandon as he lets out a low growl of approval. I’m drunk on the knowledge that I’m the reason for his unrestrained pleasure.
“Fuck, sweetheart, I’m going to come,” he groans.
His cock jerks under my hand as his cum fills my mouth. His eyes widen as I lap up every drop, licking him clean. When I’m finished, his cock springs free from my mouth with a loud pop.
“Damn,” he says with adoration, taking my hand to help me get up off the floor. “Let’s get you out of those clothes. Turn around and put your hands on the wall,” he orders.
I do as he asks, placing my palms against the faded wallpaper.
Every cell in my body is on fire as he pushes my hair over my shoulder, leaving my back exposed. He places one hand firmly on my hip and uses the other to slowly drag down the zipper of my dress—the suspense is unbearable. I exhale sharply as he grinds his rigid cock against my ass.
“You like that, sunshine?” he whispers in my ear. “Thinking about what it would feel like in that tight cunt of yours?”
“Oh god, yes,” I mewl.
“That’s my girl.” He brushes my dress off my shoulders.
I feel his breath against my skin seconds before he presses kisses down my neck. He unclasps my bra, releasing my aching breasts from their confines, and reaches around to brush my nipples with his fingertip in teasing strokes. I whimper when he rolls my nipples between his fingers, pinching them roughly.
I’m burning with desire. If this is how Dylan Stafford does foreplay, I can’t wait to experience what the sex will be like.
“God, I love that you’re so responsive,” Dylan states.
“Only for you,” I murmur.
“I like hearing you saying that.”
I whine in protest when he releases my nipples.
He pulls my dress down the rest of the way, letting it pool at my feet, before spinning me around to face him.
“Hold on tight, beautiful,” he urges, scooping me into his arms. I wrap my arms around his neck as he carries me to the bed. He pulls down the comforter and top sheet, laying me in the middle of the mattress.
In a flash, he removes my shoes, and I lift my hips as he bends down to grab the top of my panties, dragging them down my legs. He tosses them onto the chair in the corner, standing in front of me fully clothed, while my body is laid out like a canvas before him—proof that he’s in total control tonight. The contrast fuels the red-hot arousal racing through me, and I have the sudden urge to hear him call me his good girl again.
Dylan kneels on the bed, leaning down to brush his hands up my legs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. I wait with bated breath as he plants a kiss on my knee. His stubble rubs against my skin as he moves up my thigh inch by torturous inch. My legs quake with anticipation as he reaches the apex of my thighs.
He slowly licks along the seam of my pussy before plunging his tongue inside. I buck my hips, grinding against his face as I grip his hair in my fists. He eagerly explores, alternating between licking and sucking, and when he thrusts three thick fingers inside me, a tantalizing shiver courses through my veins. I gasp at the heat rippling through my core.
I’m already wound tight like a spring from having my mouth on his cock, and when I lift my head to see his head buried between my legs, I’m a goner.
“I need to come,” I whimper.
“Come for me, sunshine.” Dylan pinches my clit between his fingers, commanding my release, and I fall apart at his touch. My head drops back against the mattress as I call out his name while chasing euphoria, savoring every delicious moment.
“I don’t want to wait another second to be inside you,” he rasps. “Tell me I can go bare. I don’t want anything between us. I haven’t been with anyone since I was tested last year.”
I nod in agreement. “I’m on the pill, and I was recently tested too.”
He gets off the bed and strips out of his clothes in record time, leaving them in a pile on the floor. The Dylan I know would fold them neatly and set them on the dresser, but I’m rather enjoying witnessing his more relaxed side.
I lick my lips in anticipation as I get my first look at Dylan totally naked. I saw him with his shirt off the first week I nannied for Lola, but seeing him stripped bare is something else entirely.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I dramatically sigh, gesturing to his bare chest. Every ripple and curvature of his well-defined abs is on display.
“What?” He frowns, glancing down at himself.
