Page 177 of Dirty Like Dylan

“You serious?” He gripped my hips and spun me around, immediately, dumping me on the couch. Then he dropped to his knees and flipped me onto my stomach.

“Um… yeah…”

He pushed up my dress and tongued the base of my spine. “Here…?”

“Yeah.” Oh, fuck… “And… um… a little to the left… or the right…”

His tongue traveled to the left… to that little indent at the top of my butt cheek.

“Oh, God, yeah… there…”

He licked across to the matching little indent on the right side and tongued it thoroughly.

I groaned helplessly.

“You’re telling me there are three sweet spots back here I totally fucking missed?”

“Yeah. ’Fraid so…” I moaned as he flickered his tongue back across to the one on the left, then flickered it around at the base of my spine—where it felt like a billion nerve endings were having micro-orgasms. “Ahh, fuck… I’m sure we could probably find a few more, if you wanna get exploratory… Like the backs of my knees are pretty fucking sensitive…”

“Jesus. What kind of shitty lay am I, I missed all this shit…?” He grabbed my hips again, flipping me over onto my back.

“You’re not a shitty lay, Dylan…” I managed as he crawled over me. “You’re the best lay I’ve ev—” He silenced me by smashing his mouth to mine. Then he ripped down my panties and I felt him fumbling with his jeans.

Then his hard, bare cock pressed against me, wanting in.

“Do you realize,” I whispered between his kisses, “you haven’t even let me see you in your kilt yet, either? Or let me fuck you while you’re wearing it…. Or blow you…”

“Fuck. We are totally gonna have to remedy that…”

Then I shifted my hips to take him before he got any ideas about getting up. Yes, I wanted to see him in his kilt, but more than that, I wanted him in me, now.

Just as he started to push into me, though, I took a breath and asked him, “Do you miss him, here?”

He stopped. “I don’t need him here, Amber.” He took my hand and placed it on his hard dick, as if to prove that to me.

“Are you sure?” I asked, even as I started stroking him. “I don’t want you to regret it in a week or a month or a year from now. I don’t want you to miss screwing women with him and resent me.”

Dylan’s eyes softened as he looked down at me. “I’m not gonna resent you, Amber. This is what I want.” He leaned down and kissed my neck. “You.” He kissed my jaw. “Me.” He kissed my lips, softly. “Guess I’m just a selfish man… I want you all to myself.”

“Good,” I breathed as he finally pushed all the way into me. “Be selfish,” I whispered. “Please…”

Lucky for me, though, Dylan was never that selfish.

He fucked me deep, swirling his hips to rub the thick base of his cock against my clit, over and over until I was ready to combust. When he got me there, he slowed right down, drawing out my pleasure until I couldn’t stand it, until I was shaking, until he’d almost stopped… and the slightest teasing thrust of his cock set me off.

As I came, I uttered those three beautiful words I hadn’t said to any man in a long, long time… and never really felt like I did right now. In the tips of my fingernails. In the marrow of my bones. In the deepest, most damaged depths of my heart.

“I love you…”

“Amber,” he whispered, as he kept fucking me. As my pussy squeezed and fluttered around him and the bliss rolled through my body.

Helpless. I felt totally fucking helpless.

If there was any feeling more vulnerable than this, I couldn’t imagine it.

My heart and my body were in Dylan Cope’s hands.

And I wanted more of it. I wanted to be his.

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