Page 38 of Dirty Dylan: Dirty Dusters

Green light given his other hand yanks my front against his. He’s hard. Rock hard. I can feel his dick throbbing against me.

Picking me up, he starts walking. Our mouths only disconnecting when he stops to set me down. I glance around. It’s his bedroom. It smells of him. Citrus. A huge black metal framed bed takes center stage.

I push him back onto the grey-sheeted surface. Resting on his elbows, he watches as I remove my clothes. His nostrils flaring when all that remain are my black lace panties.

“Off.” He growls, motioning his head toward them.

Easing them slowly down my thighs, I step out, then stand there naked. I have a good body. I know I do.

“Come over here.” His voice is low as he stares at me.

I’d love to know what’s going on inside that head of his. Does he like what he sees? Am I the first woman he’s seen naked? I mean, just because he’s never fucked anyone doesn’t mean he’s not done a whole host of other downright dirty things.

I walk to the edge of the bed, and he grabs my hand and yanks me down beside him. I shiver as the coolness of the sheets touches my warm skin. We lie there on our backs, side by side, staring at each other.

Him dressed. Me naked.

Figures.

I don’t care what he says. Thisisa big deal for him. There’s only one first time for any of us. It can’t ever be repeated. There are no do-overs. And it’s something none of us ever forget. No matter how under or overwhelming it turns out to be.

He stands and pulls his tee over his head, giving me the perfect visual of his gym-honed torso. He then deliberately toys with the waistband of his jogging pants, that cocky smirk of his playing on his lips once more.

Will I be the first female to ever see him naked?

He yanks them down his legs to display his body in all its glory. He isthesingle most spectacular sight I have ever seen in my life.

No exceptions.

And the rumors are true. Those O’Connell boys really are packing. His dick is massive, all throbbing veins and leaking pre-cum.

My mouth waters just looking at him.

He stands there letting me admire him. He knows I like what I see. It’s not difficult when there’s nothing not to like.

His body covers mine as he rejoins me on the bed. Skin on skin. Hot. Smooth. I groan as his weight pins me down, appreciating the sensation of feeling trapped and unable to move.

His mouth covers mine, his tongue sweeping deep as his hand drops to cup my pussy. I’m soaked. He growls his approval before thrusting two fingers inside me.

“Fuck, Dyl.” I whine.

Even his fingers are perfect. He pumps them slowly in and out as his thumb circles my clit, all the while watching my face to gauge my reaction to what he’s doing to me.

“You like that, don’t you.” It’s not a question. He already knows I do.

“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”

He chuckles against my lips. “Just because it’s my first fuck doesn’t mean I don’t know what I want and what you need, Jessie.”

I nod. I can no longer speak. To do that, you need to be able to breathe. I can’t. Raising my hips, I silently beg for more, and his fingers oblige by fucking me faster. Harder. The sound of just how aroused I am filling the room.

His mouth drops to my nipple, and as he bites on the sensitive tip, I reach my high, crying out as the orgasm takes hold and my walls clench around his fingers.

It’s not enough.

“Dyl.” I whine.

He moves, positioning his slim hips between my thighs, and I groan when the blunt, slick head of his cock touches my bare pussy.

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