Page 82 of The Lies We Tell Ourselves

It felt like he was going to split me in half as he punched into me like a man possessed. “I’m so close, little crow,” he whispered, eliciting a shudder from me as his lips brushed the shell of my ear. “I’m going to fill you with my cum. Eat it out of your wrecked hole and feed it to you when I fuck your mouth with my tongue.”

I was a rag doll in his arms, my body only moving thanks to his powerful body. I felt owned. Consumed. Adored. Dillon’s hips stuttered, and he sunk his teeth into my shoulder to quieten the shout he set loose. Warm cum filled my ass as he came, and I pinched my tip to hold my orgasm back. It was harder than I’d ever imagined as his slick heat filled my ass, my walls clenching around him.

“Down,” Dillon ground out and pushed me back onto the seat. My head spun. My body was alive, my aching cock pulsing. I was in a lust-filled haze, right on the edge of orgasm.

“Ah!” I jumped as the flat of Dillon’s tongue laved over my wet hole.

“Feed me my cum, little crow.” He growled at me and the sound rippled over my sensitive skin. I clenched my walls, then bore down to force his cum out of my hole. “That’s it. Good boy.” His chest rumbled against my thighs as his release trickled out of me and into his waiting mouth as he slurped it up.

In the blink of an eye, he spun me around and fused his mouth to mine as he fucked his cum into me with his tongue. I moaned against his lips as spit and cum flooded into my mouth. Sucking in a harsh breath, I sunk my hands into his hair, holding on to him as if he would slip through my fingers like a filthy dream.

“You taste so good, Dil. I love your cum in my mouth, down my throat, and in my stomach.” He pushed me back, and I fell against the cold seat. He kissed his way down my body before looking up at me through his thick lashes with a devilish smirk on his face. “What are…”

He stole my words, my breath, and my dreams as he sucked my sensitive length all the way to the back of his throat. The tight wet heat of his mouth and a single roll of my balls was all it took for my orgasm to make me splinter to pieces and black out.

“Fuck.” I gasped as I swam back to the surface, my whole body quaking with aftershocks from the most mind-blowing orgasm I’ve ever had. Dillon rumbled before his lips sealed wth mine, and we tongue fucked my cum between our mouths until the taste of both of our essences lingered on our tongues. “I think you broke me, babe,” I whispered as my eyes fluttered closed.

Dillons rasping chuckle settled into my bones like a weighted blanket as I started to drift off, my body boneless and sated in a whole new way. A rough palm cupped my cheek and stroked my skin reverently, like I was precious.

“I love you, Jamie.” Dillon’s lips brushed mine. “I would never do anything to hurt the love of my life. Will you be mine?”

His words were like something out of a fairy tale, and my heart backflipped as my insides lit up like the Fourth of July. “As your boyfriend?” I breathed, so happy, I felt high.

“Boyfriend, partner, whatever you want to call it. But I hope, one day, it might be my fiancé…” Sleep pulled me under before Dil could finish, but those words wrapped around my heart and that final missing piece clicked into place.

CHAPTER

THIRTY-FIVE

DILLON

Jamie

Can I have a sneak peek of you in your suit?

What do I get?

Jamie

....

Jamie

....

Fine

*photo*

Jamie

My man is hot!!!!! GTG see you later xoxoxo

See you at 7!

“Yo, Cap, open up!” Vieck bellowed as he hammered on my door.

“Seriously?” I muttered under my breath as I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror, trying to tie my damn bowtie, but I just kept fucking it up. Why we had to dress up as confused-ass penguins for this thing was beyond me. All I wanted to do was watch Jamie look like a fucking god on that runway, but I’d gouge anyone’s eyes out who looked too long. That boy is mine.

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