Page 20 of Stalked By the Cornerback

“Dylan.” I had so many questions floating through my head, but I didn’t bother asking.Later,that little voice in my head whispered.Much later,it repeated just before my lips found his again.

This time, I was the one who was demanding and Dylan, being Dylan, gave it to me. He let me lick and nip. Our teeth scraped and tongues dueled while my hands played with his hair. It was short and soft. I tugged at the ends, loving the sounds he made.

He flipped me over onto my back. My body bounced once before his covered mine, his big strong body between my widespread thighs. My hair splayed around my pillow, and I looked up at him.

“This is like a dream I’ve had.” My hands lifted to hold his face, and there was something in his gaze, like he was fighting something.

“Baby—“

“I like how you feel on top of me,” I admitted before lifting my head to touch my mouth to his.

“Baby girl,” his voice rumbled. My sex clenched at the term of endearment, and something else floated through my mind. I loved the way he felt on top of me. How thick and strong his body was. The way he touched me. Possessive yet tender. There was something I wanted to call him, something I was pretty sure if I said out loud would freak him out. Or make him laugh.

“I’d love to know what that pretty little head of yours is thinking right now.”

“I’m not so sure about that,” I rasped, my throat suddenly dry. He leaned down, pressing his body completely against mine, giving me his weight.

“I’m going to crush you.” He started to pull away, but I wrapped my arms around him and hooked my legs over the small of his back, pressing his sex closer to mine.

“Please don’t. I like it I like this,” I shared in a breathy whine.

“Baby,” he growled. He was sweet for trying to go slow and not want to rush me. It made me fall harder for him. He was being chivalrous and gentlemanly. Better than any Prince Charming I had ever read about. He was a king.

A daddy.

The term had never been something that called me. It had always been something I assumed would suite an older man. But even though Dylan was only three months older, it didn’t stop the term from bouncing in my head. I looked at him, licking my lips.Daddy.It fit him.Daddy.Oh yeah, it fit him. I lifted and rolled my hips against him.

“Please,” I whispered, and another deep sound vibrated through him.

“Shortcake,” he growled, almost like he was hurting. I dropped down, thankful once again for having worn a sundress to the party. My panty-covered pussy dragged against his thick almost pulsing bulge.

“Ohmygod,” I whimpered with pleasure. “You feel so good, Da-Dylan,” I quickly corrected.

His hands guided my hips as I rolled against him back and forth. Softly. Lovingly. All while our lips hover one another, sharing our breath. Making the need inside of me grow further, the ache build higher and higher. I’d heard of dry humping, and again, I worried my inexperience was going to show. But if he didn’t like something, Dylan didn’t say a word.

“Look at you,” he rasped. “Fuck, I can feel how hot you are for me. Is your pretty little kitty nice and wet for me, Mattie?”

“Da-Dylan.” His nose flared and his lips parted, touching mine. We kissed as the moment built higher. He pulled away, and his forehead pressed against mine.

“Yeah, you are. Such a good girl. Just for me.” I nodded because I was completely his. I shouldn’t have let things get carried away so quickly, but I couldn’t get myself to think about it, much less regret it.

“Fuck.” His Adam’s apple bobbed. “I can feel how badly that little kitty needs more attention, doesn’t it.”

“Honey,” I gasped. One off his big rough hands dropped from my hip to grip my ass cheek and squeezed.

“Ohmygod,” I gasped. My body never stopped rolling and grinding against his. The tightening inside of me started. My hips rubbed against him with desperation. “I think…” my voice squeaked and my eyes hooded. I tried to keep my gaze connected with his. I loved the way he watched me. Intense. His bodyalmost taut on top of me. He reminded me of a stretched rubber band, ready to snap.

“Come for me, shortcake. Come for daddy,” he gritted through his teeth. Everything inside me warmed at him calling himself that. I didn’t get much time to think about how right it sounded when he thrust up to make his bulge press harder against me.

“Daddy!” I gasped, letting the name tumble past my lips just as I saw colorful fireworks go off behind my eyes. My body quaked and my head thrashed back, but I didn’t need to worry about falling. Not when his strong arms held me to him while wave after wave of euphoric pleasure pulsed through my body.

His mouth latched onto my neck, and a deep animalistic sound echoed against the walls of my dorm. He sucked and bit, and I wouldn’t be even a little surprised if he’d leave a hickey behind.

“Mattie.” My name sounded violent and rough. So damn sexy, my pussy clenched.

I might have come hard and beautifully, but it didn’t mean that deep-rooted empty feeling inside of me went away. But almost like he knew I needed more, he pushed against me again. My legs spread wider to make more room for him, my legs hooked around his middle and my hands clung to his shoulders.

“Fuck, look at you.” His mouth went back to mine.

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