Page 63 of Pretty Stolen Dolls

Benny.

Dillon twists in my grip and threads his fingers into my half-wet hair. “Her face was so pretty. Not a cut or bruise or anything. She had these long fucking fake eyelashes on. Blush had been smeared heavily on her cheeks. And her lips were painted blood red.”

I shudder just thinking of how Benny would dress up Macy. He never let me see her, but I saw him dragging his cart into her cell. A cart full of makeup and wigs and such. And all those stupid frilly dresses he’d spend hours sewing for her to wear.

Dillon’s eyes narrow as fear flickers in his dark orbs. “Jade,” he murmurs, his thumbs rubbing circles on my temples, “I’m so sorry.”

“Sorry for what?”

“That the fucker did that shit to you!” he roars, every muscle in his body flexing with rage. “She’d been sexually assaulted, Jade. Late teens and this girl was raped, mutilated, and left on the side of the road like she didn’t fucking matter. She fucking mattered!Youfucking matter!”

His mouth crashes to mine and he kisses me with desperation. A low moan escapes me when his palm slips under my thigh. Without effort, he lifts me and my legs automatically wrap around his solid waist. Our tongues tease and torment each other as his hardened cock slides between us. My rib aches, but he’s not hurting me—no, everything he’s doing to my body feels really damn good.

“Fuck me, Dillon,” I murmur against his mouth. “Take it all away, just for a moment.”

He grunts his agreement and then I can feel the tip of his smooth cock pressing at my center. Dillon is bigger than any man I’ve been with, but with the water sluicing between us, he easily slides into my wet, needy body.

God, he’s so big.

Every part of me stretches, filling with him.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he hisses as he backs me up against the tile. His palms grip my ass, keeping me suspended in the air as he brutally drives into me. I hold onto his neck for dear life as he pounds into me.

Everything with Benny was so wrong, yet at times, it felt twistedly right.

Everything with Bo was so right, but most times, it felt horribly wrong.

But with Dillon?

He feels unbelievably right. Nothing wrong at all about what he’s doing to my body.

The connection between us as he grinds into me is electric. It burns and sizzles in the atmosphere around us, cocooning us in this sexually charged bubble no one can touch. We’re safe in here and the world isn’t a horrible place because in this moment, nothing and no one but the two of us exist.

“Touch your pussy, Jade. I’ve been stroking off to the thought of you for months. Now that I finally have you, I won’t last long. I want you coming on my cock when I come. Hear me, baby?” he demands, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks.

“Y-Yes,” I tell him as I slip my hand between us. With him stretching me wide and my fingertips on my clit, I go insane with pleasure. My entire body thrums with the need to orgasm.

“That’s my girl,” he grunts as he bucks into me. “Rub that clit hard.”

I quicken my pace until my nerves light on fire.

“Oh God,” I gasp, the fingernails on my free hand digging into his neck.

So close.

So, so close.

“I’m going to come, goddammit!” he curses, and then bites on my bottom lip. Not hard enough to draw blood, just enough to leave his delicious mark.

A burst of heat surges into me. That, coupled with the way he verges on the edge of painful yet pleasurable and how I’m massaging myself, sends me into a fit of quakes raging through my body. Stars glitter in my vision and for a few brief moments, I’m lost to the sublime sensations.

“Dillon,” I gasp, my entire body still rippling with pleasure. “Dillon.”

He buries his nose into my wet hair in search of my earlobe. When his hot breath tickles me there, I let out a small giggle. It makes me clench around his softening cock.

“That was…”

He nips at my neck just below my ear. “Fucking fantastic?”

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