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“My god,” Dylan breathed, his gaze roaming hungrily over my bare breasts. “These are even more gorgeous than I remembered.”

CHAPTER 19

Andrea

Dylan picked me up as if I weighed nothing and moved me further up the bed. I blinked up at him in confusion as he piled pillows behind my head. His enormous cock swayed in the half-light from the moonlit window, and I swallowed hard at the sight of its jutting length. Heat crept into my cheeks as I realized my mouth had started to water profusely, as if my body meant to make my face into another pussy for my suitor’s pleasure.

Dylan stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes roaming hungrily over my naked form. My heart raced as I watched him slowly unbutton his shirt, revealing more of his toned chest with each movement. He shrugged the garment off his broad shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

I couldn’t tear my gaze away as his hands moved to his belt buckle. The metallic clink as he unfastened it sent a shiver of anticipation through me. He unzipped his pants and pushed them down along with his boxers, stepping out of them gracefully.

My breath caught in my throat as I took in the sight of Dylan completely nude. His body seemed more like a statue than a real person. He seemed all lean muscle and golden skin. My eyes went irresistibly down, between his legs, and the sight of his manhood standing proudly erect between his powerful thighs seemed even more striking than it had a moment before.

I felt small and soft in comparison to the masculine form revealed to me. Where he was made of hard planes and sharp angles, I had gentle curves and yielding flesh. His body seemed made to conquer, to possess, while mine seemed designed for surrender.

Dylan’s eyes blazed with desire as he climbed onto the bed. I gasped as he straddled my chest. His thighs bracketed my ribcage, the heat of his skin searing against mine. I could feel the weight of his balls resting on my sternum, his cock jutting proudly before my face.

“Push those big, beautiful breasts together for me, sweetheart,” Dylan commanded softly.

With trembling hands, I cupped my breasts, pressing them together to create a warm channel for Dylan’s pleasure. He groaned as he slid his cock between my soft mounds, the tip brushing against my chin.

“That’s it, good girl,” he murmured. “Now give it a little kiss.”

Heart pounding, I tilted my chin down and placed a tentative kiss on the swollen head of Dylan’s cock. The musky, masculine scent of him filled my nostrils, making me dizzy with arousal.

“Lick it,” Dylan growled, his voice rough with need. “Show me how much you want to please me.”

I extended my tongue, running it along the underside of his shaft as he continued to thrust between my breasts. The salty tang of his pre-cum coated my taste buds, and I whimpered softly at the intimacy of the act.

Dylan’s hand came to rest on the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair. “Such a good little cocksucker,” he murmured. “I think you’re ready to take me in that pretty mouth now.”

Dylan shifted forward. He swung his knees one at a time over my arms, so that he could straddle me higher up. The light pressure of his taut backside against my breasts sent a shudder through my whole body as I gazed fearfully up at him.

The hunger in his eyes did nothing to reassure me as he pressed the tip of his cock against my lips. Trembling, I opened my mouth, obediently letting him slide inside. The weight of him on my tongue felt both foreign and thrilling, even after having done this shameful duty several times.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Dylan groaned. “Take it all the way in.”

He pushed forward slowly but inexorably, filling my mouth completely. I breathed through my nose, trying to relax my throat as the head of his cock nudged against the back of it. My eyes watered at the intrusion, but I was determined to please him.

“Fuck, Andrea,” Dylan growled. “Your mouth feels incredible. So hot and wet for me.”

His hips began to move, thrusting gently at first. I did my best to receive him obediently, my face getting hot as I tried to mimic what I imagined my pussy would feel like, if Dylan claimed me there.

Whenhe claims me there.My pussy clenched hard as in my thoughts I submitted to him, changing my hypothetical defloration by his huge, hard penis into a certainty.

The taste of him, musky and male, filled my senses. I whimpered around the moving shaft as Dylan used me.

“Spread those legs again for me, sweetheart,” he commanded. “I want to play with that sweet pussy while I fuck your pretty face.”

Whimpering around his cock, I complied, spreading my thighs wide. I felt terribly open, but the position only heightened my arousal.

Dylan’s hand snaked behind him, fingers finding my slick folds. He traced lazy circles around my clit as he continued to thrust into my mouth. The dual sensations overwhelmed me, pleasure building rapidly deep in my womb.

“God, your mouth feels amazing,” Dylan groaned. “So soft and warm around my cock. And this pussy… fuck, you’re soaked.”

His fingers dipped lower, teasing at my entrance before sliding inside. I moaned around his shaft as he began to pump two thick digits in and out of my aching channel. His thumb found my clit, rubbing firm circles over the sensitive bud.

“Such a good girl,” Dylan praised. “Taking my cock so well while I play with your needy little cunt. You love this, don’t you? Being used for my pleasure?”

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