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I did just that, throat spasming and eyes streaming, as Dalton gave me just enough air not to pass out. My cock leaked in my pants as Dalton used my mouth, fucking it roughly. He abused my fucking throat, and it was crazy hot.
He stepped back and used my hair to yank me to my feet. Half of it had come loose from the hair tie. Dalton took a moment to pull the rest of it free.
“That’s better.” He shoved me toward the trailer door. “Now, get inside and give me that ass.”
“Hell yeah,” I rasped, my voice wrecked as I stumbled toward the RV door.
The dogs had made themselves scarce, clearly in no mood to watch our ridiculous mating ritual. I got my pants unfastened as I went through the door. Good thing, too, because Dalton was right behind me, tugging my jeans down and shoving me face-first onto the bed.
He knew where the lube was by now. Condoms, too. Despite my crack about hooking up a lot, I noticed he didn’t bother with the rubber.
He shoved two slick fingers into my asshole, making me hiss at the burn. “Yeah, you can take me. You fuck so many men, right? You take dick all the time.”
“Yeah,” I muttered, even though it wasn’t really true. I’d hooked up a lot, but I didn’t bottom that often. It was a more intimate act for me. I had to give up all control, something I didn’t do for just anyone. But it would be way too revealing to tell Dalton that.
He pressed his cockhead against my hole, a pressure that teased at my nerves, then pushed in. My rim stretched and strained to take his width. Dalton wasn’t long, but he was thick. I groaned as pain and pleasure mingled.
“Gonna fuck you better than any of them,” Dalton said with a grunt as he thrust deep inside me.
I cried out. “Fuck yes!”
He drew back, leaving only his tip inside me, while I squirmed.
“Move, Dalton. Come on.”
“Tell me I’m the best you’ve ever had,” he ordered.
“Seriously?”
He stayed where he was while my ass throbbed with the craving to be filled. I wiggled invitingly, but he seemed content to sit there waiting for an answer all night.
“Fine,” I exclaimed. “You’re the best. Just fuck me.”
He leaned over my back, his cock shifting only a little deeper inside, and gripped my hair again. He moved his lips to my ear. “Tell me I’m the only one you want to fuck.”
I bit my bottom lip, torn between the urge to give us both what we wanted and my reluctance to acknowledge the truth.
Dalton sighed, a sound of defeat. “Never mind. I’m asking too much.”
“You’re the only one,” I said, chest tight. “Please don’t go. Please fuck me. Please?—”
He thrust in hard, making me yell, and we fell into a frantic, messy rhythm as he pounded into me again and again, using my hair like his own personal handle to yank my head back and kiss me with no finesse and too much tongue.
It was filthy and messy and perfect.
I grabbed my dick beneath me, jerking it fast and hard as my body tightened with pleasure. When the orgasm hit, I cried out so loud the dogs started howling outside.
Dalton gave a broken laugh that turned into a long moan as he shuddered and came inside me.
He collapsed on my back, his dick still inside me, and as much as I should shove him off me and tell him to leave, I didn’t. I lay there, blanketed by his large body and basking in the afterglow.
Wanting it to never end.
CHAPTER 27
Dalton
Why was it so hot?And ugh, what was thatsmell? I grunted with discontent, and something wet slid along my cheek.
