Page 142 of Dirty Dylan: Dirty Dusters

Motel, Colton, Nevada

What’s there to say?Nothing.

Because she’s right. I could bring up the past. But all that will do is drag up things we can’t change, so what’s the point? I could pretend we have a future, but we both know we don’t.

There is only the here and now. There is only the present. And my gift is Jessie O’Brien one last time.

I roll her over, pinning her down with my body weight, and she groans her appreciation.

Rubbing my nose against hers, I push my hips between her thighs. I can already feel her heat—her wetness. My dick rubs against her. It’s already rock hard.

She positions herself so my cock’s lined up.

She doesn’t want to wait. I don’t either. We spent a long time waiting. Too long. I rub the blunt head of my dick up and down, coating myself in her slickness as my mouth finds hers. She groans against my lips, and I answer by thrusting my tongue into her mouth, tasting her sweetness, never wanting to forget her. My tongue dances with hers as she fills my mouth back in her silent response.

We stop. Staring into each other’s eyes, our souls connect one final time. Breathing against each other’s lips, I sink into her willing flesh. She groans her pleasure, and I swallow it.

It’s mine. Only mine. For now, at least.

I curse against her lips as her walls tighten around my shaft.

Tight. Hot. Wet.

I pause, relishing in the perfect fucking fit of her pussy around my thick dick as it welcomes me back home for the last time.

Because it is my home.Sheis my home. I know that. But I can’t say that aloud because it won’t change a thing.

I pull out and push back in. Her walls grip me possessively, and I growl my approval as she claims my cock as hers. My thrusts are slow and deep. Her skin moistens, and her breaths get shorter as she nears her release.

I pant against her neck as I fuck her, determined to take all the time in the world. To make this last as long as possible. Our last time. But Jessie has other ideas.

Her walls tighten around me like a vice, so my length is trapped. Then she rolls us over so she’s straddling me.

Then I’m met with the perfect visual that is Jessie O’Brien riding my dick.

She grinds, and she rocks, and I struggle to hold back as I watch her chase her pleasure.

“I need you to come all over my cock, Jessie.”

She leans over and presses her finger against my lips. She doesn’t want words. She doesn’t want me to say anything that will disturb this perfect moment. That will break this trance we’re both captured in.

Her movements quicken. I know she’s close. Holding on to her hips, I raise mine to meet hers.

Hard. Deep. Fast.

Her head is thrown back as she matches each thrust, flesh slaps against flesh, and the furniture in the room vibrates against the floor at our ruthless pace.

And then she shatters. And it’s the most beautiful sight in the world as her lips part and her eyes dilate as she claims her release and her wetness coats my shaft.

She grinds those gripping walls of hers around me one final time, and I’m done for.

I can’t breathe. I can’t speak. I can only feel the intensity of my own pleasure. I growl my satisfaction as I bury myself so deep inside her there’s surely no part that isn’t coated with my cum.

She is mine. I am hers. Every inch of her smells of me. Every inch of me smells of her. It’s how it was always meant to be

I want no other fucker to ever touch her. But it’s not my choice. And it’s not her choice either.

Because right now is merely a small snapshot in a far bigger picture. We both know that.

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