Page 88 of Wildest Dreams

“This okay?” I groaned. She was probably the tightest partner I’d ever been with.

She nodded swiftly. “Yup. Yeah.”

But I could tell she wasn’t breathing. Still, I pushed in some more, until I was halfway through.

She clenched around me, and my eyes rolled over.

“I need you to relax before I come my entire body weight into you,” I warned softly.

She laughed, her entire body trembling, which made her pussy unclench a little and allowed me to slide the rest of my cock into her.

“How do you feel?” I asked.

“Full,” she croaked.

“Can I start pumping?” I moved her hair across one shoulder, bending down to kiss the side of her neck.

“Yes.”

I grabbed her by the waist with one hand and started pumping lazily, watching myself in the mirror in front of us. My abs flexed with each thrust, and it was the most satisfying thing I’d ever fucking done in my life.

“You look like you want to high-five yourself,” Dylan moaned from underneath me.

“True story,” I chuckled.

I withdrew, slamming into her again. Nothing should feel this good in life. I hoisted one of her feet up off the floor by tugging at her waist, turning her slightly sideways for deeper penetration, and when I pressed in again, I knew I was hitting her G-spot from the shuddering and uncontrollable whimpers of pleasure coming from her.

“Oh, Rhy—”

I spat onto the tip of my forefinger and slid it into her ass. It slipped in so effortlessly I could tell I’d already managed to stretch her a little. “You are doing so good, sweetheart. Taking it all in like the perfect girl that you are. Grab your tits and lick them for me, okay?”

She did just that, and it was a miracle each time I drove into her without coming.

Suddenly, her phone started dancing on the counter in front of us. She grabbed it, letting go of her tits.

“Oh, shit. It’s Tuckwad.” Dylan’s eyes met mine in the vanity mirror, and we both shared a private laugh. I liked that the nickname had stuck.

“Answer him.”

“Are you kidding me? What if—”

“That’s the point.” I smashed into her from behind again, the slap of our flesh meeting making my balls tingle. “I want him to hear me fucking you into submission.”

Her blush deepened, and she slid her finger across the screen, clearing her throat. “Yes?”

Thrust.

“Tucker?”

“Hi. Uh, it’s me.” His little bitchy, sulking tone filled the bathroom as I rode Dylan’s pussy like it was a carousel. “I was going to check when’s the next time I can see my daughter.”

Thrust.

“Anytime during a weekday next week.”

Thrust.

“We’re flying out to Texas for the weekend from Friday to Sunday,” Dylan explained.

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