Page 12 of After Midnight

“I, um...” my mouth went dry. I swallowed hard and continued, “I hope you like it.”

Dustin stepped through the doorway and paused. He shifted his body so it was parallel to mine and instead of continuing past me into the heart of the foyer, he entered my space. “I do,” he said.

His hard physique was so close to mine, the hairs on my arms stiffened. The air surrounding us filled with allure and sexual energy. A bolt of intense heat ran through my body as I inhaled his scent. It was heady and intoxicating, a mix of masculine sweat and sugary sweetness, both coming from the scene at Dreamy. My mouth filled with cotton as I willed the words to fall from my lips.

“You’ll stay over there,” I whispered and pointed to my living room.

Dustin lowered his face and placed his mouth beside my left ear. His left arm rested comfortably on the wall behind me and trapped me between the smooth, hard wall behind me and his chiseled frame.

“Dream,” he breathed. “I hope you can forgive me.”

I melted. “For what?”

“Whenever I get into a fight, the first thing I want to do afterward is fuck a beautiful woman senseless. It’s so very primitive of me. I get so excited it takes every ounce of strength in my body not to act on it.”

I wanted to talk. I wanted to sayanythingin response, but I couldn’t. His breath was so warm against my skin, and the heat between us so electric, I was paralyzed. My body pulsated with the feeling of wanting to be filled so badly it ached.

He dropped the bag he carried in his other hand with his personal belongings he’d brought in with him to the floor and placed his free arm on the wall. I was completely surrounded by his beefiness and helpless to resist. Watching this man destroy three others made me want to be touched by him. I craved it. There was a pure primal physical attraction between us which caused my body to cry out for the weight of him on top of me. There was no air between us, even as our bodies were inches apart, and every inch of skin I had screamed.

“Dream, I’m fighting so hard not to kiss you right now.”

“Then do it,” I gasped. I don’t know where the words came from, but they were out there and there was nothing left to do but to act.

His chin tilted at an angle and mine went to the opposite as our lips began to close the small gap between us. My breathing fluctuated and became uneven as my internal muscles tightened, wanting to pull something inside of me. I shut my eyes and waited for the softness of his lips to connect with mine in an embrace to rival the greatest in history.

When he closed the distanced and placed his mouth on me, it was as if I’d never been kissed before. My mind exploded in a collage of colors of deep purples and yellow as I tasted him. My legs spread and I squirmed under the pressure of our embrace. I lost myself and wrapped my arms around his neck to keep from being swept away in the surge of passion, but instead, pulled him in deeper.

We danced in unison as we embraced, the kiss rough, carnal and unyielding. His body pressed into mine, and as he was between my legs, I ground into him as hard as I could. He was a willing buyer for all I was selling and picked me up with his hands under my ass, to both support my weight and squeeze it hard. As he carried me down the foyer and to my couch, I continued to devour him. He threw me down and pounced, like I was his plaything, and moved low to my buckle. His eyes were full of animalistic desire as his coarse hands unfastened the button on my jeans and clawed at them, and my panties, until they were down around my ankles. Once they were off of me and onto the floor, he controlled both my ankles and opened my legs.

“That’s the prettiest fucking cunt I’ve seen.” Without warning, his mouth was on me, and I threw my head back as he worked. I arched my back and cried out as his hot tongue slipped between my folds and over my clit. Dustin tasted, licked, and drank every bit of me, and as I began to crest, he pulled back.

“Not yet,” he roared, and I almost cried from the agony.

He hadn’t tortured me enough. Dustin returned to the bag he left in the foyer, produced a condom and returned to me with lust in his eyes. I reached up to undress him, but he pushed my hands away. He ripped through the condom packaging and pulled on his pants strings until they were loose. In a smooth motion, he dropped his sweatpants, freed the most impressive cock I’d seen in a long time, and rolled the condom on. I wanted to assist him, but he shook his head and spread my legs.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Dream,” he growled and grasped his erection. “Hard.”

“Please,” I begged and bit my lip.

He worked his way into me, and I raised my hips to meet his thrusts. My feet were on his shoulders, and his hands went under the small of my back. His rhythm was steady and strong, as he drove deep into me with every push and retreat of his cock. The harder he pounded, the wetter I became, until the air was filled with nothing but our grunts and the sounds of my slickness as he slid in and out of me.

I was a moaning mess beneath him, until I could take no more. The pleasure continued to rise until it peaked and exploded in a violent shudder and carried me off in a wave of ecstasy.

I sucked in my breath as Dustin came shortly after I did, and when he collapsed on top of me, he whispered, “I own you now, Dream. You’re mine.”

I rolled my eyes back into my head and nodded. This was so passionate yet unexpected, I had no idea what to do next. As I dug my fingernails in his back and pulled, I had only one thought.What the hell do I do now?

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AS DUSTIN WITHDREWfrom me and checked the condom for breakage, I focused my eyes on my earth tones and tried to focus on the peace I’d worked so hard to establish. The loss of him from inside me, and the heat of his lips was agony. I was so hot, it was as if I couldn’t breathe unless he kissed me again. As he removed the plastic condom from his member, I was as connected to him as if an invisible rope had tied us together.

“Dustin, I...I’ve never experienced anything like that before.”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “The adrenaline, the testosterone. It all spikes after a fight.”

My heartbeat slowed. “Oh. So, it was all hormones, huh?” I tried to force a smile to my face, but bit my lip instead.

Dustin raised an eyebrow. “Is that what you think?”

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