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All I want to do is make him feel good, to please him and hear him moan my name.
“That’s it… that’s it… good girl,” Dylan says as he speeds up. I open as wide as I can, letting him take me, my fingers squelching in the quiet bedroom. “So fucking good….” He pauses at the back of my throat, testing my gag reflex. “So fucking beautiful…” He does it again, and I whimper. “So fucking mine.” He stays there this time, giving me shallow thrusts as he holds himself right at the edge of what I can take.
I am his. I realize it, and I know that he’s claimed my body in a way no man ever has before. I’ve never given in like this to any man, but with him, I want to do it all.
My pussy’s in need, my thumb rubbing my clit to bring myself to the trembling edge. I’m helpless, the back of my head gripped in Dylan’s powerful hands as I try to get us both to the edge together. I want to come with him. I’m desperate to do so, moaning to draw him up higher and desperately strumming my clit. He can feel how desperate I am, and the bastard chuckles.
“You want me to come quickly, don’t you?” he asks.
I whimper, looking up at him with tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. I nod, keeping him sucked into my mouth.
“You want my cum?” My brows furrow, the sense of deprivation overwhelming me—not of air, but of him. I want it, I want him, all of him.
He watches me closely. “Are you gonna take my cum like a good girl?”
I cry out, painfully on the cusp of coming without him as my pussy clenches. His answering grin is wicked. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me, driving me mad, making me crazed, but only for him.
He pulls back until just the head of his cock’s trapped between my lips as he uses two fingers to quickly pump his shaft. Groaning, he throws his head back as he starts coming, his sweet and salty seed coating my tongue and filling my mouth.At the same time, I stroke my clit again, moaning as I tip over the edge myself, coming around my fingers as he fills my mouth.
I want to swallow, I want to open my mouth and cry out, but Dylan told me not to spill a single drop. So I obey, my hips shaking and my thighs quivering until the wave passes and he’s spent. Pulling back, he smiles, tilting my chin up to look at him. “Open. Show me how good you are.”
I do, letting him see, and he pulls me to my feet, commanding me to swallow. Dylan lifts me, his hands digging into my ass as he turns and carries me to the bed, my arms around his neck as he kisses my neck and then my lips.
“You’re such a good little cocksucker,” Dylan praises me as he sets me on the bed. “My sweet Darling, my Raven.” Every word that falls off his tongue hits a new part of my brain, making all of me come alive in different ways until I feel like there’s an electrical surge jolting though my body. “Lie back, and hold your ankles for me.”
Dylan guides me to the bed’s surface. He slides my panties up my legs and off before I grab my ankles as he commanded.
He leans in and gives me a kiss before running a hand down my stocking-covered leg. “These fucking destroy me,” he hisses in the sexiest groan I’ve ever heard. “I want you to wear them every fucking day. At the office, when we go out, wherever. You wear stockings so I know this pussy is right there, ready for me to have it.” His gaze lingers between my legs, one hand still working his shaft.
“Fucking hell, Raven,” he groans and then stands up, shrugging off his shirt and dropping his pants the rest of the way down his legs. I’ve never seen him totally nude before. We’ve always had some type of clothing on, but seeing him like this takes my breath away. He’s formed perfectly, flesh that’s been sculpted by the hands of an artist, it feels like, and my pussy clenches with need as he kneels on the edge of the bed, his wolfish grin promisingme total release.
He’s tasted me before, but this time, I have a close-up view as Dylan drags his tongue between my pussy lips and then up to kiss my lips quickly, slipping his tongue into my mouth. “Taste yourself,” he orders, and I kiss him back hungrily, sucking the tip of his tongue and getting my own sweet flavor in return.
Dylan’s eyes light up and flash with a primal hunger, and he goes back down between my legs. All the while, my heart races and my body hears.
He starts with wide, flat licks. He savors every inch of me, even licking a bit lower, playfully teasing me. I’ve never done anal, but if Dylan wanted it, I would try it.
He can have anything he wants, I realize. I’ve been so torn, asking myself if this is wise, worrying about what other people would think if they knew, and losing sleep over what Dylan feels about me when the truth is… none of it matters. I’m his. He’s said ‘mine’, and my hopeful heart has believed him, giving itself over fully to him.
My mind races with thoughts I shouldn’t be having.
The joy of what I’m feeling works through me almost as quickly as the pleasure Dylan’s masterfully forcing onto my body.
He goes back to my folds, snaking his tongue deep inside me, devouring my pussy before sucking on my lips until my eyes roll back and the back of my head digs into the mattress.
“Oh, my God,” I cry out, and he stops.
“No, my name only. Say my name,” he growls, looking up my body to pin me in his gaze.
“Yes, sir. Dylan, sir,” I tease breathily. I know what hearing me say that does to him, and I throw it back at him intentionally, wanting to push him the way he did me.
He smiles, his eyes flashing devilishly, and I wonder if I’m ready for whatever he’s going to do next.
He moves back to my pussy, his tongue circling around my core until he finds my clit with the tip of his tongue. Looking into my face, he watches my reaction as he tortures me, not withpain but pleasure. He pushes two fingers inside me, adding to the wondrous torment, and my entire soul writhes with need. It feels like it’s the entire world, pulsating and quivering under his complete control.
It’s all I’ve ever wanted, all I ever need, and more. As Dylan’s tongue moves faster and faster, his fingers working that spot inside me, I’m left panting, drawing in breath almost to immediately exhale, my body burning with desire for him.
As I fist the sheets and my back bows, I barely hear Dylan.
