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He doesn’t move slow, doesn’t inch it inside. No, he shoves it up there with a gasp, my name leaving his lips a moment later.

Fuck, hearing him moan that, it’s scorching my skin, my self-control already teetering on the edge.

If he does that again, I’ll fall on him and fuck him myself.

Silas pushes the dildo further into him, until just the base is visible and he swivels it, making low, tortured gasps as he does it. It’s too hot, too fucking sexy.

I can’t keep myself under control. I’m a stretched elastic, close to snapping.

“Everly,” he says as he pulls it out and then shoves it back in. “Everly.”

“Fuck, fuck,” I pant and then I’m on him, my mouth covering his cock and sucking it to the back of my throat. Silas cries out, his back arching off the bed as I grab the dildo and rock it into his needy hole.

Two sucks in and he explodes, his eyes screwed shut, his mouth open in a scream.

I swallow it all, tasting him on my lips. And when he finally comes down from the high of his orgasm, I pull out the dildo and pump my dick with my fist, splashing my release across his hole, his balls, and his cock.

Silas watches the entire thing, his eyes stormy and dark.

And then I fall forward, pressing myself against him. I don’t even care that my mess is smearing against our skin. All I want to do is kiss him. Again.

My lips trail across his scruffy jaw and when they land on his lips, he sighs, his fingers curling into my hair and tugging.

Our tongues tangle, our mouths slanted over each other. It’s languid and lazy, and when we finally pull apart, my lips feel swollen.

“That was real nice,” I say with a small smile, watching as Silas’s eyelids flutter open.

“That’s one word for it. I’d probably go with shocking.”

“Shocking that you couldn’t turn me down?” I tease, and Silas rolls his eyes.

“I did turn you down, over and over, but you were relentless. I’m entirely blameless.”

I scoot a little closer to him, my hands trailing across his skin, feeling my cum smear into it.

“I think you caved quite easily,” I tell him. “Really easily, if I remember correctly.”

He scoffs and then sits up, his tattooed arm moving up to his chest and scratching. I want to know what those tattoos represent, what they mean, but before I can ask about them, he stands up.

“This was a mistake,” he grumbles, and I scramble after him, following him into the en suite bathroom.

“I mean, you’re using that word far too liberally.”

He glowers at me in the mirror and then softens into me when my hands slide across his stomach.

“I’m going to bring you home, like I should have after dinner.”

“But we haven’t technically had dinner. And I’m hungry.”

It’s the truth. I could eat. His cum only filled me up a little bit. Although, I could go for round two. And three. I could suck his dick all night long.

Not that he plans to let me.

His hands peel mine off his chest and he steps away from me, looking dour.

“We can pick something up before I drop you off.”

I sigh, watching as he grabs a washcloth and hands it to me.

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