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He bites my lip then, prying them open with his tongue. Dylan walks until my back is pressed against the wall from the side I came in from. He sucks on my lower lip and then kisses his way down my jawline, then my neck, sucking softly until his mouth finally closes around my nipple.

He moans appreciatively, and I let out a soft wheeze, relishing in his touch. I’m held in place, existing from one touch to another. My body awaits expectantly, leaning into his perfect body, begging for more. He kisses up the center of my throat until our lips are at it again. Teeth colliding. He suddenly lowers me to the ground and drops to his knees, then lifts up one of my legs and places it over his shoulder.

Dylan licks up my inner thigh, my breath hitches, and then he presses his nose into my covered pussy and breathes me in.

“Fuck,” he murmurs to himself. Then he moves the thong over and slowly draws his thumb over my wet slit. “Is this all for me?”

I nod, incapable of putting words together. His finger moves delicately over my clit, outlining it in a slow, circular motion. It's like adding lighter fluid to a flame.

My back arches, and his mouth is on me. He licks, then nibbles my clit gently. Dylan wraps my other leg around and presses me further into the wall, his palms digging into my thighs. He devours me, as if he’s famished and desperate. I’m highly aware of how he holds me upsoeasily, as if I’m a fucking feather.

I rub my hand over the stubble of his scalp and press his face into my center. I almost squeeze my thighs shut when I feel my body trembling, my breaths turning shallow and quick. I look up and yell his name at the same time the telltale buzz finally reaches my core.

He continues to lick me, lapping up every drop, before placing me back on the ground. Dylan touches his lips and uses his fingers to clean up the moisture from his chin and then he licks me off his fingers.

My shoulders tremble, then my legs begin to quiver and he unzips his pants.

My lids droop, and I’m sure I appear lust driven at the sight of him. His erect cock springs upward and reaches his midsection, hidden by his black button-down shirt. He moves his shirt and grips his shaft tightly and my mouth waters at the sight. The room is poorly lit, but I spot drops of precum, and I lick my lips, suddenly thirsty for him.

Dylan scoops me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He pumps his length, dragging his hand up and down before pressing the hard tip against me, and I’m dripping wet for him.

He stares into my eyes while he forces past the tight threshold, almost closing them when my muscles relax to allow him inside.

I keep them open and gasp at the intrusion. I think his shoulders shudder. He’s enormous, and he pulls out before he’s even in all the way and then plunges into me.

I scream out and Dylan grunts approvingly. I press my fingertips into his shoulders and wish he were naked as well. My fingers fumble to the top buttons of his shirt and clumsily work through the top few and tear the rest open, ignoring the sound of his expensive shirt ripping in the process. His taut skin heats my palms, and I dig my nails into him and rake them across his shoulders.

He pounds into me, never looking away, and my world pieces itself back together. Like tectonic plates shifting, but in reverse, a shattered glass on rewind to when it was pristine once more, winter melting to summer, skipping right over spring. A dead flower coming back to life, plumping to its original, healthy form.

One of his hands moves up behind my neck and he presses his forehead against mine.

I’m close.

I can feel my core flexing around him, pumping him, and the tingling rush starts up at the pit of my spine again. I bite his lip and then suck on it and breathe his name. “Dylan.”

I moan and he grunts with me, and together, we come undone. He thrusts into me, five pumps before we’re both spent and breathing heavy. Our bodies tremble and take in air erratically.

“Eres mía.”

I nod while he kisses my lips. “Yes.”

I can’t be sure when, but the background music changed andMuse-Undisclosed Desiresblasts on the speakers. Somewhere in the more solid and level-headed parts of my mind, I wonder if Dylan himself chose these songs. He’s definitely capable and insane enough to get it done.

“Say it, Niki.”

He grunts when I squeeze my muscles tightly around his semi hard shaft still buried deep inside me. “Soy tuya.”

Dylan’s dark eyes gleam and a possessive air blazes through him. He nods and a soft smile tugs at his lips. He exits me, and I suddenly feel empty as he bends and takes mythong off and then stuffs it in his pocket. Then he takes my heels off and rubs each foot in his strong hands. The ache subsides in his heated grip.

I watch as Dylan walks to the bar, his towering stance full of confidence and power, seeping of masculinity and sensuality. He reaches around and brings me a black satin robe and a water bottle, then kisses my forehead while he covers my shoulders and guides my arms into the robe. I gulp down the entire contents while he retrieves our masks. I toss the now empty water bottle behind me into a small trash can.

“I knew he was going to touch you.” Dylan gently puts my mask back on.

I chuckle. “Now what?” I look behind him to the knocked out man snoring loudly on the leather chair.

Dylan shrugs. “Nothing. He’ll wake up and assume he passed out while you danced for him.”

I shake my head. “My shift is over in a couple of hours.”

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