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All I want is Dillan inside me, and the moment he slides his long cock in, I’m lost in the sensation.
It isn’t as gentle or slow as yesterday. We’re too eager and desperate for more. We grab each other as we rock together, kissing heatedly. He makes me feel so good that I wish I could stay here in his bed forever. The way his mouth latches onto my neck while he fucks me drives me crazy, and I moan his name as my orgasm draws closer.
And closer.
And closer.
And closer.
And—shit—there it is! I scream. He groans.
We finish together, mouths and souls connected as one.
We lie like that for what feels like forever, long after we’ve come down from our high. Happy. Content. Utterly satisfied.
I know I’ve made the best decision. I never want to be with anyone else.
Only him.
He still kisses me, and it feels like he’s kissing me for the first time. With his cock inside me (that seems to be getting hard again), I feel so warm and safe lying here under him, which is still such a new feeling that it takes me a moment to process.
Even in past relationships, I knew I had to rely on myself.
But with Dillan, there’s love and safety there I’ve never experienced before.
“See, this is why you need to sleep over more often,” he growls, thrusting his hips lightly.
I giggle. Yup, definitely getting hard inside of me, stretching me. “I’ve got to say, waking up to the catch of the century in my bed is infinitely better than listening to my neighbor watch Fox News at six in the morning.”
I fully expect him to make a joke about what I just said. The catch of the century—bet he’s loving that. But he doesn’t. He says something unexpected.
“Then move in with me.”
I snap my head up to gawk at him, thinking I must have misheard. “What did you say?”
Dillan locks eyes with me, reaching out to smooth the messy hair away from my face. “I want you and Isaac to move in with me.” As if to mark his words, he pulls back out and thrusts back in. “I love having the both of you here and getting to see you whenever I want. It’s more than that though.” His voice takes on a rough, almost raw edge when he delivers another thrust. I know he can feel my hard nipples scraping against his chest. Continuing to swell hot inside me, he grumbles, “With me traveling, you needed the support, but now I’m here and not going anywhere, and it’s about time. Isaac already has his own room. And once I meet with the contractors about the upstairs, I can have them put in a home studio for you to practice in.”
How can he manage to stay—relatively—composed? I hold back a moan when he thrusts again. “Dillan…”
“Yeah?” With a smirk, he delivers a harder thrust. “I can tell that juggling getting the baby here and making it to work on time is taking a toll on you.” And another thrust. When a moan escapes my lips, he groans, then steadies himself. “So…move in with me.”
He delivers two more thrusts, his dick completely hard now, then stills his movements, waiting for my reply.
I don’t know what to say.
All I want is to rise to meet him.
I know he can feel how wet, and slippery, and aching I am.
My brain isn’t wired to function properly when Dillan Maxwell is fucking me.
By some miracle, I collect my thoughts, glad he’s stopped thrusting.
For some reason, I never expected Dillan to be so ready to combine our lives. I know he values his space and privacy—we both do. And I’m more than happy to stay in my small apartment with Pippa.
“I…I don’t know what to say,” I admit, all breathless.
He smiles, reaches one hand down, and softly brushes over my clit, with just enough pressure and movement to make me shiver with need. He strokes me slowly, lightly. I don’t have time to prepare for how quickly I feel my orgasm building.
