Page 91 of Revolve
“Fuck, you’re so good at this,” I bite out.
“Bet you’re wishing I fucked you sooner, huh?”
“Bet you’re wishing Iletyou fuck me sooner,” I retort.
Dylan thrusts into me even harder, bringing a loud moan to the surface. I quell it with a hand over my mouth, but he steals my wrists and pins them above my head. “Keep them there.”
I oblige, watching him run his hands all over me. He pays extra attention to my scars, and I can’t take it. My hand comes down tocover them, and he furrows his brow. In one quick move, Dylan lifts me and pulls me close, until I’m sitting on his lap, and my back is flush against his front. He positions us on the edge of his bed, and when I look up, we’re in front of his closet mirror. I gasp, seeing my flushed face and his body wrapped around mine.
“Suck,” he orders when his fingers tap my lips. He slides them into my mouth, and I do my best, hoping he doesn’t notice how I’m trembling. He pulls them out slowly and drops his fists to his cock. Then, without warning, he lifts me a bit and buries himself as far as he can. The wet friction makes my core contract. “Come on, all of it, Sierra.”
“I—fuck, I c-can’t.” There’s no way I can take all of him in this position.
“You can. We’re not quitters.” He nips my jaw. “Touch yourself. Show me how you get off while you’re pulsing around my cock.”
Of course he wants that. Only I would go from an inexperienced girl to fucking Dylan Donovan in front of a mirror. I hesitate, feeling the heat on my cheeks, until he guides my hand between my legs. “Look at yourself, baby. You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, and you’re taking all of me so well.” He kisses my neck. “My sweet girl.”
My heart nearly stops. No one has ever called mesweet. It makes me squeeze around him even more, and Dylan lets out a guttural groan. He moves me up and down on his erection, as I make slow circles over my clit until my head falls back onto his shoulder.
Dylan collars a hand around my throat, forcing me to look forward again. “I said watch yourself, Sierra. I want you to see what I see. Look at how beautiful you are.”
“Dylan,” I moan, unable to take the way his hands squeeze my breasts as he thrusts harder. I’m too sensitive, too far gone, I can’t even think, and that’s never happened before.
“Say it. Say you’re beautiful, baby.”
The words stick to my throat, refusing to come up for a moment. “I’m beautiful.”
“Good girl. Again.”
In the mirror, my legs are pinned open by his, Dylan’s heavy hand caresses my scars, and his brown eyes watch me with a look that sets my heart alight. It’s hard to deny it when he looks at me likethat. “I’m beautiful,” I say. “And I feel it the most when I’m with you.”
He thrusts and this time, he lets my head tilt back to capture each of my soft cries into his mouth.
“That’s it. Now show me what a dirty fucking girl you can be.”
I try to meet his movements, leaning forward so my hands are on his knees. He seems to enjoy the sounds of him filling me so completely. I whisper that I’m coming, and before I can take a full breath, he twists me around to face him. It’s rough but he knows I can take it. He knows I’m not weak or fragile.
“The only time you get to come is when your eyes are on me. You’re going to know that it’s me who makes you feel this way.”
My hands tighten on the muscles of his shoulders. “Please. I need to—Ican’t—”
“You like winning, don’t you, Sierra?” Dylan rasps. “Ride me like a winner, baby.”
I take that like it’s a challenge; he knew I would. I roll my hips, feeling his abs and his grip tighten, and I swear he whimpers. Dylan takes control then, and he angles me up, hitting my G-spot like he’d been waiting for this, and it’s no surprise I come so hard, my ears are ringing.
I collapse into him, and he holds me tight.
Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.
“I dream about you,” he whispers, and it hits me like a rush of cold air.
The seconds stretch on, endless and heavy, before I finally pull back, still breathless. Dylan looks like he didn’t mean to say it out loud, but that doesn’t deter him.
“It’s a lot of the pretty sounds you just made,” he says. “But mostly, it’s this. When I get to hold you after.”
My heart tries to burst out of my chest and into his arms. “Dylan …”
“Don’t say anything,” he says quickly. “I know who I am, what everyone thinks of me. And I’m okay with it, if it means I get you like this. So fucking okay.”
