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I’m mesmerized by his large, calloused hand as it slowly moves up and down.
“Take your clothes off.”
His gravelly voice moves through my body. Shit! He doesn’t have to tell me twice. Although I’m going against the deal, I made with myself when I escaped Matteo, to swear off all men and focus on surviving, I don’t think I can turn away from this. I deserve to be happy even if it’s only for a little while.
I remove every bit of clothing I’m wearing along with my shoes. Standing before a man like King completely nude is terrifying and empowering all at the same time. I’m comfortable in my skin, and men enjoy what I have to offer, but I love it even more when I see desire in their eyes.
I’m not a small woman. Long legs, thick thighs, huge breasts, and an ass I got from my mama. But I love all of me and I wouldn’t change for anyone.
“Come to me,” he says while he continues to stroke his cock, which is getting larger.
He pulls his bottom lip in between his teeth as he watches me walk slowly toward him. Of course, I’m putting a little more sway in my hips. And the look on his face makes me even more confident.
When I reach him, I straddle his hips, the tip of his cock touching my entrance. His lips crash into mine as he grips my hips. His blunt nails dig into the flesh as he devours my soul.
“Dylan,” I moan against his lips.
“Tell me what you want sweetheart, and I’ll give it to you.”
He bites my bottom lip before running his tongue across the sting.
My arousal is coating the insides of my thighs. I want so bad to defy him. Not give him my words. But I can’t hold out anymore. I want to feel him inside me.
“Stop talking and fuck me.”
He chuckles then wastes no time giving me what I asked for. His hold on my hips tightens as he slams me down onto him. He doesn’t give me time to adjust, but I don’t care. The way he feels inside of me is beyond anything I’ve experienced before.
We both groan.
He captures my nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking on the hardened peak. I look into his hooded eyes as he moves me up and down his shaft, drowning in the dark pools of lust. If I’m not careful, I’ll get used to this connection we have. And that’s a terrible fucking idea. So, I push all the thoughts to the back of my mind. I close my eyes, and let my head fall back as I let the amazing sensations take over. Body and soul.
This is nothing more than a fling, Alana. Stay in the moment.
He feels amazing. “Harder.”
Wasting no time, he slams my body up and down his cock without mercy. Sweaty skin colliding, and our moans and grunts fill the small office. And it feels fucking amazing.
I’m so close. My nails dig into his shoulders.
“Fuck me,” he growls. “You feel so good choking my cock. Now be a good girl and come all over Daddy’s dick.”
My orgasm barrels through me. I scream out his name, but he doesn’t stop fucking me. He doesn’t let me stop my movements. He keeps bouncing me on his cock until one orgasm rolls into another.
My eyes roll. “Oh fuck!”
“That’s it, baby girl. Give it to me.”
“Dylan!”
I’m on cloud nine. I’ve died and gone to heaven. Never in my life have I felt so alive. Never have I felt so wanted. So desired. As I’m coming down, his movements become frantic. I open my eyes and stare at the most glorious sight I’ve ever seen.
“Alana…” he groans, releasing inside me.
His head is thrown back. His plump bottom lip is caught between his teeth and his muscles are tense, but his face is so serene. It’s beyond beautiful.
When he comes down, he gazes at me, and I know after this, things are going to change between us. Not sure how, or even if it’s a good or bad thing. I don’t believe things will ever be the same.
“Dylan…”
