Page 48 of Dirty Dylan: Dirty Dusters

I shift us forward so the bindings aren’t pulling so much, and then I fuck her hard, fast, and deep, her hips pushing back to take more of me each time. Sweat sheens my body and drips down onto her back to mingle with hers. She arches further, taking me deeper. I look down as I drill into her, and the sight I behold is fucking beautiful. There is not one inch of my thick cock that’s not glistening with her slickness.

Her legs start to shake, and I know she’s close.

“Are you going to come all over my dick, Jessie? Tell me what you need.”

“Harder!”

The rest of her words are garbled now that the blood carrying oxygen to her brain has traveled south. With one hand, I press her top half firmly against the bed so she can’t move, then, lifting her hips further with the other, I slam into her. She shatters around my cock, strangling me with that little pussy of hers as her wetness coats my shaft. I feel my own release clawing at the base of my spine as I continue to hammer into her. She knows I’m close as she spreads her legs farther and then clenches. And with that move, I’m royally fucked, and she knows it. My balls explode as I thrust as deep as I can, coating every bit of her inner walls with my cum before collapsing on top of her. She groans her approval, appreciating my weight pinning her down.

We lie there for a time in comfortable silence, my body covering hers. I know neither of us wants the other to move. Neither wants to end this perfect moment. Nothing else matters. I know deep down that no-one else will ever matter. Not to me. There’s never going to be anyone quite like Jessie O’Brien.

Fuck buddy. Fuck buddy. Fuck buddy.

The niggle is back. Annoyance that he is. When we’re in the moment, I’m confident that she wants this as much as I do. Wants us as much as I do. But the afterglow? He has me questioning everything. Turning me into a doubting Thomas.

Is this a premonition of what’s to come? Is this magical world we’ve created just an illusion?

Is me and her forever just wishful thinking on my part?

* * *

“So,you can’t tell me anything.”

We’re naked. Catching our breaths between rounds two and three. Our legs are tangled, the grey bedsheets are twisted around us, her head is resting on my chest, and her hand is stroking lazily across my skin. Even after two rounds of pretty intense sex, she still smells fresh as a daisy. Like springtime.

“I agreed with Jaine.”

“I know, but surely that agreement’s been superseded by everything that’s gone on recently between her and the Dusters.”

“Between her and Eoin, you mean, and because of what Molly insinuated.”

“She’s his future wife.”

“Potential.”

“Potential.” I correct myself. “Jaine put him in a difficult position.”

“Are you for real?” She raises her head and frowns down at me. “She accused Jaine of sleeping her way to the top of her profession.”

“I know what she said. I was there, remember?”

“And you think that’s acceptable?”

“It’s not my place to say anything, Jessie.”

She rolls her eyes at me before lowering her head back to my chest. “Jaine won’t back down. You do know that.”

“I know. We’re only grateful she’s not pulled the accountancy services.”

“Yet.”

“Has she intimated that she might?”

“No, but if the Dusters, or more so your big brother, puts one more foot wrong, then she will. Jaine’s just looking for an excuse. She wants nothing to do with him. No contact. No anything. He’s been manipulating her for months, and she’s had enough. I can’t say I blame her.”

I breathe out slowly. I know what he’s been doing. I also know the secret he’s been keeping from Paddy. A secret that’s not mine to spill. And the one Paddy’s keeping from Jaine. Again, another one that’s not mine to spill. At some point soon, there’s going to be the equivalent of the big bang Hudson Duster-style.

“I know. Anyway, he’s been warned to stay away from her now.”

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