Page 21 of Stalked By the Cornerback

Somewhere between a blur of kisses and nips, he pulled his shirt off. His mouth left mine before moving to my neck down to my collarbone. What felt like every nerve ending from my head to my toes had come alive.

Daddy’s hands explored my body. Calloused palms leaving nothing but need and heat in their wake. First at the sides of my torso, somehow not tickling me, before they traveled lower. Down to my hips and then thighs, making their descent underneath the skirt of my dress.

“Jesus, shortcake, you’re so soft. So soft, so much softer than I thought you could be,” he praised. I felt dizzy with lust and something else.

Something so big I was afraid to name.

There was no way I could be feeling what I thought I felt when he touched me and talked to me, could I? No! It was too soon, too fast. This was just hormones and desire.

“Dyl,” I cried out, squirming under him. I didn’t still until the tips of his fingers touched the ruined gusset of my panties.

“Fuck.” he cursed, his jaw clenched. Those beautiful blue-green eyes of his flared with heat. “You’re soaked.” His voice sounded deeper than before. “These little panties are ruined, aren’t they?” His chest pressed tightly against mine, his breathing completely off.

“Please,” I whispered so softly, yet it felt like it echoed against the walls. “Please,” I repeated, not sure what I was asking for, but I knew he’d give me what I needed. I had no idea how I knew that or where this crazy trust was coming from, but it was like all my walls had come tumbling down when it came to being with him.

Dylan made me feel safe and seen. Loved.

“I’ll give you exactly what this pretty kitty is asking for, shortcake,” he promised, and I knew he would.

His mouth trailed down to my neck, to the swells of my breasts, before he tugged the front of my dress including the cups of my bra down. “Fucking hell,” he rasped. “Look at these pretty tits.” I couldn’t even take a breath before his mouth latched onto one nipple and my back arched off the mattress.

“Daddy,” I pleaded, letting my hand dig into his soft hair. He moved his mouth to give the other side attention while his hand moved up and cupped the breast he had just left.

“Taste so good, Mattie. You’re going to be the end of me. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.” He suckled on me again.“Jesus. I knew you would taste like strawberries. Strawberries and cream and honey. “

“Please—“

“Daddy,” he cut me off. The demand was clear in his voice. His eyes locked with mine. “Call me daddy,” he ordered, and I squirmed beneath him.

“It shouldn’t sound so hot.” My thoughts slipped past my lips.

“It doesn’t matter what it should or shouldn’t sound like. If it fits us, who cares about anything else?”

“Us?” I repeated, and he nodded, his face moving to my sternum, where he placed open-mouthed kisses.

“Us,” he repeated. “I told you”—his eyes moved up and connected with mine— “I warned you what would happen if I kissed you.” He peppered more kisses. “I told you, you would be mine. Only mine.”

“Like a relationship?” How the hell was this real life? Didn’t guys our age run away from the R word?

“Like forever,” he growled, and before I could string two words together, he moved.

God, the man was fast.

Way faster than I thought a guy his size could ever be. One moment he was kissing the space between my breasts, his hands cupping both breasts, and the next he was between my thighs, pushing them apart. I let him, and within the next moment, I felt his breaththere.

“Ohmy!” I gasped, my head digging into the pillow.

His mouth touched my pussy, and my eyes fluttered shut as I tried to absorb every single sensation. “So sweet,” he murmured, laving attention on my most intimate places even though there was a barrier of cotton superheating his from my flesh. “So fucking perfect. Just like I knew you would be. Look at you.” He panted. “So mine.”

Without fumbling, his fingers pulled the material to the side, and then his mouth was on me. I whimpered and squirmed, but his arm simply locked onto my waist and held me in place. Never taking his mouth off me while he licked around my clit before pulling it between his lips. My ass bucked off the mattress and my hands clenched his hair.

“Mouth,” he warned before moving his mouth just a bit lower. His tongue dipped into my entrance. I loved how full he made me feel. How the burn of the way his digits stretched me mingled with the wet heat of his mouth. Nothing, not one thing had ever felt as close to what he was making me feel.

“Oh shit, Daddy! Daddy! I… ohmygod!” I cursed. “Please, oh please, don’t stop.”

“I couldn’t stop. Not now, not ever. You’re mine, Mattie Fuentes,” he vowed. Dylan’s free hand moved down and between my legs. My mouth parted when not one but two of his fingers started to find their way inside of me.

“Yes,” I hissed, bucking into his touch and his mouth. “More! Oh yes! More!” I begged. I had no idea who this girl was, talking dirty and unashamedly asking for more.

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