Page 76 of After Hours

This felt like heaven. Hot, sexy heaven.

He pulled slowly into my wetness and I shifted my hips, adjusting to him.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned loudly, drawing back and lifting my left leg over his right shoulder.

“Shit, this is the biggest I’ve had.”

“The last you’ll ever get,” he growled.

I nodded, furrowing my brow and moaning as he fucked me steadily.

I bent my right leg out to the side and Dillon leaned on it with his left arm. I rested my right foot on his left hip and reached my hand down to cautiously stroke my clit. “God! I’m so wet,” I murmured.

Dillon breathed a laugh. “Yeah, you are.” He watched me tease my clit and begin bucking my hips. “You feel so good!” he groaned.

I moaned his name. “Harder!” I groaned loudly.

He complied and got into a steady rhythm of fucking me hard. “Yeah, that’s it,” I groaned.

Our skin slapped together and the bed creaked. I groaned and panted at the force of his thrusts. I grabbed his right thigh, pulling him further towards me.

“Cum for me,” he whispered.

Dillon gasped, holding my left thigh against his chest and fucking me harder as I continued stroking my clit and my hips began to roll.

“Wait, not yet,” I moaned urgently.

Dillon exhaled forcefully with a laugh. “Hmm?” he panted and slowed his thrusts.

I watched his face as I reached down and gently tugged his balls. Then I resumed rubbing my clit as Dillon stayed still inside me and stroked my thighs and watched with a thrill as I brought myself to the edge.

I nodded and moaned signaling to Dillon who resumed fucking me hard. He felt me start to clench and grip his cock inside me, I moaned loudly that I was ready.

He panted as his balls tingled and tightened and he felt himself about to cum. I moaned loudly in agreement as I came hard, my body convulsed and my back arched off the bed.

My eyes were squeezed shut and I rolled my hips forcefully against him in uncontrollable thrusts. I heard Dillon grunt loudly as he thrust hard into me. My grip squeezed him tight.

“Fuck!” he groaned loudly and I felt his cock throb inside me. I grasped his right thigh, accidentally digging my nails into his skin as I pulled his body closer to me, wanting him as far inside me as possible.

Dillon held my hips, pulling my body against him. We groaned and breathed heavily, grinding together as our orgasms subsided. I opened my eyes to see Dillon’s head hanging down over his body, his chest rising and falling rapidly as I felt his cock still throbbing inside me. I moved my left leg from his chest and he let go of it, looking up at me and we smiled at each other, breathing heavily.

“You’re so hot.” He kissed me then rested his forehead on mine. We gazed into each other’s eyes and tried to recover our breathing.

I need to be fucked like this everyday.

“Fucking hell, Precious,” Dillon said, pulling out and lying down beside me on the bed. Precious. I was his precious.

I reached my right hand up and stroked his face while he ran his fingers softly over my inner wrist as we lay in silence, recovering and then quickly fell asleep.

I woke up disoriented. My mouth was dry, I had a headache, my body was aching, I was naked and my face was tight. I was lying sideways on the bed, the duvet was hanging mostly on the floor, the bedroom door was wide open and the hall light was on.

I groaned and moved slightly to try and get my bearings and felt Dillon stir behind me.

“Morning,” he whispered in a croaky voice, sliding his arm down my curled up legs, pulling me against him and kissing my hair and my temple as he leaned over me. I could get used to this.

I felt his cock hard against my back and reached behind me to grab it. Dillon groaned and we both giggled sleepily.

“Don’t tell me you’re already raging to go after last night?” he asked, his croaky voice breaking.

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