“You look good on your knees.” Grabbing my head, he guides me toward his dick.
I lick the precum crowning his tip as he fondles my breasts with his free hand. Slowly, I take him into my mouth, sliding my lips up and down his velvety-soft length.
“Touch yourself,” he demands, thrusting into my mouth in slow, measured strokes.
My hand trails down my body, and I slip my fingers into my panties, circling my swollen clit and moaning around his cock.
“Push two fingers into yourself,” he directs, and I do as he says. “Work them faster.”
“Fuck, yeah.” He thrusts more forcefully into my mouth as I finger myself, growing wetter by the second.
“Enough,” he commands after a few minutes, withdrawing from my mouth. “I want to come in your pussy after I eat you out.”
Throwing me back on my bed, he shreds my thong with his teeth, and it’s so fucking hot I almost come instantly. Parting my thighs, he dives in, feasting on my pussy, using his magical tongue and fingers, until I’m shattering against his mouth and he’s dry humping the comforter. Ripping the foil packet open, he slowly and carefully rolls a condom down his length. “Are you still okay with this?” He checks one final time.
“Yes. Hell yes. Fuck me, Dillon. Do it now.”
“It would be my pleasure, Hollywood.” He runs his hands up and down my legs as he situates himself between my thighs. Throwing my legs over his shoulders, he dips two digits inside me, coating his fingers in my juices, before bringing them to his mouth. “Tasty.” He winks, and it shouldn’t be sexy, but it is.
Guiding his cock to my entrance, he pushes inside me in one fluid thrust, shoving his dick in to the max. “Jesus, you’re so tight.” He holds himself still, letting us both adjust. Muscles bunch in his abs, and his shoulders are rigid with the exertion involved in restraining himself. After a few seconds, he leans down, claiming my lips in a hard demanding kiss, as he starts to rock inside me.
Stars explode behind my eyes as he fucks me, and the feel of his piercing is unlike anything I’ve felt. It drags across my insides in the most blissful manner, heightening my pleasure. When he slams inside me, pushing to the hilt, I scream as the most intense sensation whips through me. Every thrust is like a mini orgasm, and I’m clinging to him, writhing and moaning, spewing curses and begging him to go harder.
Dillon straightens, pulling my legs up a little, and this new angle is even better. Pivoting his hips, he pounds into me with almost animal savagery. Sweat glistens on his chest as he maintains a punishing pace, and his stamina is as impressive as his skill.
Screaming his name, I detonate like a firework on the Fourth of July, sparking across the universe in bursts of colorful light that seem never ending. Before I’ve come down from my high, he flips me over and yanks my butt up, nudging my thighs farther apart with his legs. I have no time to recover when he rams into me again, and I scream from the pit of my lungs as he slams into me like a madman. Digging his fingers into my hips, he thrusts powerfully inside me, hard and fast, before he yells out as his own release reaches its peak.
Dillon continues thrusting, holding my hips steady, until he’s milked his climax. Then we collapse on the bed in a tangled sweaty heap, both of us struggling to get our breathing under control. His arms band around me from behind as we spoon. After a few minutes, he brushes my hair aside, nipping at my neck. “Well, Vivien Grace? Did I live up to my promise?”
I have never been fucked like that, and there’s no contest—that was definitely the best sex of my life. Twisting around in his arms, I sweep my fingers across his cheek as I smile. “Yeah, baby. You definitely did.”
I can barely walk the next day when I eventually surface from bed and stagger into my en suite bathroom to pee. We got home just after five, and we fucked relentlessly for hours, desperate to explore one another and all the ways we could induce pleasure from our bodies. So, I’m currently running on fumes and a few hours’ sleep.
Staring in the mirror as I wash my hands, I survey the faint bruising on my breasts, my hips, and the inside of my thighs and the two hickeys on my neck with an amused smile. Perhaps I’m sick in the head, but I love seeing his marks on me. Love feeling the pulsing ache between my thighs, knowing he fucked me good last night.
Allowing my mind to wander to Reeve, I test my emotions, and, nope, I’m good. I have zero regrets. Dillon blew my mind last night and then some. There is no part of me that regrets sleeping with him. I brush my teeth before heading back into the bedroom, where Dillon is stirring.