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I pressed my head right back into the wall, arching my back as he sucked and licked at the tip, working them to life. While he lapped away at that one, he played with the other, taking it between his thumb and forefinger.
He sucked harder and deeper before he moved to my right breast, which he gave the same attention.
A sharp gasp escaped my lips as the sensation built, and I grew so wet I was sure I was leaking. As if he read my thoughts, he slid his fingers right between my thighs and paused his wild suckle to smile at me. I moaned when he pressed deeper into my pussy.
“Good girl, you’re so wet for me,” he said in a husky voice, crouching down and placing kisses all over my stomach, working his way down.
As he pulsed in and out, I could hardly breathe, much less think to answer. He pushed in a second finger and started finger fucking me, and I writhed and moaned against his hand, lost in the erotic sensation.
“Dylan…” I moaned, grasping on to his shoulders. “It’s too much. I’m coming.”
The mindless ecstasy gripped me, overwhelming me with passion. Blissful, blistering pleasure surged through me, and I knew the greedy orgasm that was coming for me would tear me in two.
“Come for me, Taylor,” he said, speeding up his pace.
I came right there on his hands within seconds, and he shocked me by pulling his fingers out then licking them clean.
Before I could catch my breath, he nuzzled his face between my thighs, and with his clever tongue, started licking at the already throbbing, sensitive nub of my clit, causing a blinding heat to wash over me, igniting me with more pleasure. Pleasure I never wanted to end. His tongue circled, finding my trigger, and fired off a burst of licks and sucks that sent me right the hell back into the greedy claws of passion.
All I could do was arch into the wall and grasp at the smooth surface as I came undone once again in his arms. The toe-curling orgasm that took me only moments after the first left me shattered. Thrills ran up and down my body. It was like a drug—I wanted more. More of him and more of what he wanted to give me.
He stood up with a wicked glint in his eyes, and I knew that more was going to come. So much more.
He kicked off his shoes, and they slid over to my dress. Then I watched in absolute, pure delight as he undid his belt buckle and shrugged out of his pants and boxers, releasing the sheer glory of his massive cock.
Oh yes, this was one of the very best ideas I’d ever had, and finally something we could agree on.
Every nerve quivered in my body as he grabbed a condom from his pants and sheathed himself with it. I was pretty sure I was drooling, but I didn’t care, and neither did he. He claimed my mouth again, kissing me hard with wild, sexual desire that spoke of what he was going to do to me.
“You’re perfect, Taylor, and I’m going to enjoy tasting you all night,” he whispered against my lips.
I pulled in a sharp breath and smiled when he flipped me around to face the wall and took hold of my hips with one hand as he teased my entrance with the fat head of his cock with the other. He pressed me into the wall at the same time he pressed himself into me. Pressing harder, deeper, filling me up with the raw masculinity of him.
Pleasure shot through me, and I cried out as he thrust in deep and pushed harder so he was buried to the hilt. My whole body quaked and trembled at his entry and quivered as he moved slowly. At first pumping so slowly against the tight grasp of my inner walls it was torturous, then faster until I’d adjusted to take his thickness and length. I felt the moment when I did, and he started building up his pace until he started pounding with hard, possessive strokes that sent me reeling. The pleasure I’d experienced earlier amplified, rocketing through my body. And it only got better when he tightened his grip around my waist and started rutting into me, fucking me hard. We both got lost in the ecstasy. Lost in the primal sounds of sex and our bodies slapping together.
Fire…
Fire and heat. Infernal heat luxuriated through my being, and I never wanted it to stop burning inside me. His ruthless cock plowed into me with delicious friction, making my body his slave.
It was too much. I couldn’t control myself and fight my release. The orgasm that captured me this time was greedier, more forceful, mind numbing. The force shook me, making me scream out my release as it took me. Dylan pounded harder, growling into his own release as he came too.
My knees gave, buckling. He caught me, slipping his arm around me, pulling me close to his chest.
“Fucking hell, Taylor…” he breathed as he pulled out.
I would have loved to answer him, but I couldn’t talk. Instead, I turned to face him and rested against the wall, trying to catch my breath. He placed his hands on either side of me and kissed me. I cupped his face and continued the kiss for a few seconds longer.
“More… I need more,” I whispered against his lips. I didn’t know what came over me, but it felt like this man gave me the thing I never knew was missing in my life.
Wild passion.
Wild passion and the pure recklessness of us sharing this secret moment we shouldn’t be experiencing. Him being reckless because he knew the consequences of being with me, and me being the reckless temptress who’d lured him here.
I wanted more.
“Me too,” he answered and kissed me harder.
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