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I’d has sex twice in my life. Both had been okay but nothing more than one-time hook-ups in the backseat of their cars. The first had been a friend whom I’d messed around with mostly because I wanted to see what the hype was about sex. The second had been my one and only time on dating apps.

Both times had left me underwhelmed.

Nothing like what was happening with Dylan.

He hadn’t fucked me yet, but what we had done so far had been so much better than anything I could have ever imagined. Before I knew, before I was ready, I was coming all over again, but this time on his mouth while his fingers stroked the spongey part deep inside of me.

“Daddy!” I yelped, breathless from the bliss he made me feel. His tongue and fingers slowed down, but he didn’t take them away. He kept licking me, bringing my body back to the edge.

“I need more. I need you, please, Daddy.”

“Not yet.” He took his mouth off my pussy and moved to my thighs. His gentle kisses soothed me. My eyelids became heavy as I soaked in every kiss I felt. He kissed my shoulders before righting the front of my dress and cuddling his front to my back.

“What about you?” I asked, trying to stifle a yawn. Now that my body was so relaxed, I felt like my bones were made of gelatin.

“That was for me,” he whispered against the shell of my ear.

“But—“

“Trust me, shortcake. I got so much out of that.”

“But you haven’t… you’re still—“ I started to say, pressing my ass against his front, more than aware of the hard situation he was sporting.

“Mattie,” he warned.

“You didn’t, though.” I glanced over my shoulder.

“I did,” he shared. His eyes never wavered from mine. “You’re still hard,” I unnecessarily pointed out.

“Maybe, but I did. Twice. Right into my pants.” My eyes widened and I blinked. Without thinking about it, my hand, with a mind of its own, started to move closer to his cock, but his hand took my wrist and he shook his head.

“Rest,” he ordered.

“But––“ He shot me a look that had me changing what I was going to say. “I mean, do you want to change? Or, umm, wash up?” My face started to heat up, and he grinned at me.

“Hell no. I don’t want to be anywhere but right here with you.” He pressed his lips against my temple. We spooned. “Sleep, beautiful.”

“Are you going to stay?” I asked sleepily.

“Would that be okay with you?” If I had been paying attention instead of enjoying the warm and fuzzy bubble I was in, I would have heard the edge to his tone.

“That’s perfect,” I whispered, letting my heart rest right on my sleeve, unaware that he would only take it in his hands and keep it for the rest of our lives.

CHAPTER 11

DYLAN

I was in her room,on her bed, holding her curvy, sleeping body against mine. I literally had everything I ever wanted in my arms. And I couldn’t sleep.

Everything I could ever want, everything I could ever need, was in my arms.My entire world.She shifted, moving in her sleep, only to rest her face on my chest. Just like that, my heart clenched. She was so damn perfect. Her pretty pink lips parted, and I couldn’t even get myself to blink. Afraid of missing a moment. An expression. A smile.

My hands stroked her hair, and she snuggled deeper. Almost like she couldn’t seem to get close enough, hooking her thick, beautiful, incredibly soft thigh over my leg. I held her tighter, and my eyes shut. I soaked in the feeling of her pressed close.

Fuck, she feels good in my arms.

I liked lying in bed with her, even if we were on what felt like the world’s smallest bed. I didn’t mind. That only meant I could have her closer to me. I breathed in the scent of her hair, and it filled my lungs, making my mouth water.

I’d eaten her. Touched her. Pushed my fingers inside of her entrance. I couldn’t believe how tight and wet she was.

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