Page 26 of Stalked By the Cornerback

“Yes,” I quickly answered, “Yes, I’m sure, Dylan.” My legs felt wobbly under me, but somehow, I kept standing. His hands stroked my shoulders, and I leaned in closer, so close our chests touched and I wished I had taken the bra off.

“You want to stop at any moment, that’s all you gotta tell me.” God, he made it close to impossible not to fall in love with him. He was so sweet and caring. I loved that he didn’t hesitate to tell me how he felt and how open he was.

“I know.” And I did. I knew if I wanted to pump the brakes on this at any moment, he would be okay with it. He wouldn’t hesitate, regardless of how much it cost him. Needing things to move along, I didn’t think; I reached behind me, but he stopped me. He shook his head, and my eyes widened.

“Let me,” he rasped. He reached and undid my bra. Our eyes connected and my breath shuddered. “You sure this is what you want?” His voice sounded scratchy. I could see the way taking his time, making sure we were on the same page, cost him. His muscles flexed under my gaze.

“Positive,” I whispered. His hands glided up my arms, and then his fingers toyed with the straps. “Dylan,” I breathed.

His touch was light and teasing. Slowly driving me insane. I needed more. Who knew undressing could feel like foreplay? Not me. Maybe because both times I’d had sex in the past, neither partner, nor I, had undressed completely.

“I got you,” he rumbled with promise in his voice. He pushed the straps down without looking, his eyes burning into mine. My bra fell to the floor and my chest rose and fell heavily. “I’ll always have you, Mattie. You’re mine, pretty girl.”

My body felt like it was on fire, in need of his touch. His blue-green gaze dropped to my neck and then my breasts. They turned molten, heating up in a way I hadn’t seen before.

“Jesus Christ. Look at you.” He swallowed, and his jaw clenched. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” His hands rose and cupped my breasts, his thumbs strumming each nipple.

“You’re wearing too much,” I whined, and I caught the slight twitch to his lips before I lost his hands.

I was completely captivated as I watched him hurry in a blur of movements to take his pants off. He kicked them and what looked like navy-blue boxer briefs off, too. Leaving him naked and me in only my panties. My eyes widened at the sight of him. Proud and hard and long. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Dylan was huge.

“You’re so big.”

“Baby—" My gaze rose, and I blinked.

“There is no way you’ll fit.” I couldn’t hide the tinge of panic in my voice.

“Baby.” He pulled me close, and I moaned softly at the feeling of being skin to skin with him. I breathed in as I looked up at him, loving the way he smelled. Earthy and masculine.

“I’ll fit,” he vowed. “We were made for each other. No way we wouldn’t fit.”

“Daddy.”

“Fuck,” he cursed, then his mouth crashed down on mine before his lips moved to my neck and breasts.

Before I knew it, he was kneeling in front of me, and I watched as he pulled my panties down my hips, then my thighs, before the material pooled on the ground. He lifted each foot, kissing the top of each one as he helped me step out of them. He stood. Tall and strong and bare in front of me. He was so incredibly big, the size difference between us was crazy. Even with my curves, I felt small in front of him.Delicate.My hands rubbed his sternum before his covered mine. He lifted it up and kissed the tips of my fingers.

“We good, baby girl?”

“Yes,” I managed to whisper. His beautifully calloused hands grabbed my ass and picked me up. My legs automatically wrapped around his waist while my arms rounded his neck.

“Fucking hell, do you feel that? How we feel pressed close without anything between us? How damn good that is?” I nodded. His dick bumped my bottom, and I swear it made me even wetter.

“Dylan,” I gasped.

“That what you call me? Or is there something else you call me?” he goaded, somehow reading my mind. I loved how filthy we could get already. How in sync we were.

“Daddy,” I whispered, nudging my nose against his. I gasped when, with so much care, he dropped me on the bed. His body immediately covered mine. “Yes!” I hissed, holding his face. I leaned forward, and our lips fused together.

Almost like two souls finding one another in a new lifetime, we got lost in the moment. Our bodies aligned naturally, beautifully. His thickness slid between my pussy lips, sawing back and forth. My wetness made it easy for him to glide against me, bumping my clit and making the need in me grow.

“You feel so good, Daddy.”

“Fuck,” he cursed roughly. His forehead pressed against mine. “I’m not even inside your tight little pussy, and you’re soaking wet. This pretty little kitty is hungry for me, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” I nodded, my lips parted.

“Please, I need you, Daddy. I feel so empty,” I whined, not recognizing myself or the words that spilled past my lips. But the reaction I got from him was priceless.

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