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“He’s not wrong. I fucked up. I had one job, and I fucked it up,” he chokes out.
“Dylan. You’re scaring me. Are you all right? Is everything okay? Is Cole okay?”
“He’s fine. He’s pissed as fuck at me, but he’s fine.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“No, I’ve had enough time on the flight to think about what I did. I just want to clear my head and think of anything else. You should go back to sleep. I plan to work out some more before I hit the shower and go to bed.”
“Dylan, please don’t shut me out. I want to help.”
“Talking isn’t going to help me right now, baby.”
“Then what will? I’m here. Tell me what you need.”
His eyes darken and he backs me toward the other side of the kitchen, where the wall of cabinets is. When my back hits thehard surface behind me, he reaches around me and grasps ahold of my butt. It dawns on me that I had fallen asleep in my boy short panties and lace bralette.
He looks me deep in the eyes. “I need you. I need to ground myself in the knowledge that you’re real and you’re here, safe, where I need you,” he breathes against my lips before he kisses me.
I moan into his mouth as I run my hands up his sweaty torso. My palms glide over his smooth skin and hard muscles. My head falls back as he starts to kiss his way down my neck and then my body. I whimper as he pulls down the cups of my bralette and sucks my nipple into his mouth before releasing it with a pop.
He continues to move downward with open-mouthed kisses as he peels my panties down my legs. He tosses them aside then spreads my legs and buries his face in my core. Wedging his big shoulders between my thighs, he tosses my legs over his shoulders and stands with me in his hold.
I startle and yelp, trying to find something to hold on to. Dylan grasps my ass in a firm grip and settles me in place without missing a beat as he hums into me. I can do nothing but moan and lock my fingers into his hair.
My eyes roll back and my stomach caves as he continues to devour me. My back hits the cabinets behind me and I try to grab ahold of them, but that’s useless. Dylan reaches for one of my breasts as he shoves his tongue in and out of me.
“Fuck, Dylan. Holy shit, baby. Yes, yes, yes. So good. I’m about to come.”
He begins to bob his head more vigorously as he inhales deeply, as if breathing me in. I gush all over his face. He laps up my juices and turns his head to suck on my inner thigh.
He then allows my body to slide down his front and places me on my feet. I drop to my knees and peel his sweat shortsdown his hips until I get them to his ankles and his heavy erection springs free.
I bite my lip as I stare at his length. Dylan has a dick that’s as gorgeous as he is. The sight beckons me in for a taste, causing my mouth to water.
I’ve only gone down on him once with his patient guidance. I wasn’t great at it, but he took his time to tell me what he liked and what he wanted. I promised myself I’d learn and do better next time.
I take a deep breath as I get ready to test that theory. Wrapping my hands around him, I lean forward and take him between my lips. He groans and reaches to scoop my hair into his hands, away from my face.
Looking up through my lashes, I find him watching me with unrestrained lust in his expression. His lip is trapped between his teeth, and his brows are threaded as he clenches his jaw. It’s hard not to look at him and be turned on.
I begin to work my hands with my mouth, but he has other plans. Reaching for my hands, he laces our fingers together and pins my arms up above my head against the cabinets behind me. He then begins to pump his hips into my face.
Without control, I have to breathe through my nose and take whatever he’s giving. Drool starts to slide from the sides of my mouth and down my chin. He pulls out to allow me to gasp for air.
Saliva drips down onto my breasts as I gulp down as much air as I can. Dylan releases his hold on my hands to place both my wrists in one of his palms. He then takes his dick and guides it back into my mouth.
“Open up and stick your tongue out,” he commands.
I do as he says while looking up into his eyes. He taps his tip on my tongue a few times and then shoves his way back into mymouth. He’s entering my mouth at an angle that’s causing him to hit my cheek with each thrust.
Reaching for my hair with his free hand, he grasps ahold of the back and holds my head in place as he widens his stance and fucks my face. I start to choke and he backs off for a beat before he starts to thrust into my mouth again.
“Shit, baby. That’s so fucking good. This is why you’re all that’s on my mind. You’re all I want,” he hisses out through his teeth.
I hum around him as my eyes begin to water. I start to bob my head as he releases my hair. He begins to get harder in my mouth. Suddenly, he pulls out and grasps a tight hold of my face before he bends to kiss me hungrily.
Without breaking the kiss, he lifts me to my feet. Once I’m standing, he reaches to squeeze one of my breasts as he begins to turn me to face away from him. Grasping my waist, he moves me to bend over the countertop in front of him.
