Page 34 of The World She Never Knew Existed

“Cum for me, Baby,” Dillon said.

Her entire body began to tremble, and he could feel her insides pulsate against him, massaging him.

She cried out his name as a hot river of creamy liquid poured over him. The fires inside of him burned out of control and he exploded, shooting his seed deep inside of her body. He wanted to howl as his cock throbbed.

He collapsed next to her once he was spent and pulled her close to him in an embrace.

They were quiet for a few minutes, reveling in the intensity of the moment.

Dillon kissed the top of her head and said, “You are incredible.”

She wiggled, her body pressed tight against him.

“Keep that up and there will be a round two,” he said.

“Would that be a bad thing?” she asked mischievously.

“Not really, except that I need to get going. It’s getting late and we both have early mornings tomorrow,” Dillon said.

He would have loved to spend the night with her, holding her in his arms again, but he didn’t think that it would be a good idea for Zeke to find out that he had spent the night.

“Perhaps a raincheck, then,” she said.

“A raincheck it is,” he replied.

She got him a towel to clean off with and he reluctantly dressed. She pulled on a robe and walked him to the door.

“Sweet dreams,” she said.

He leaned down and kissed her lips, almost breaking his resolve to leave.

“You can count on it,” he said, huskily.

Dillon hurried out the door before he changed his mind.

13

Clara

Clara leaned against the door after Dillon left. She made sure that all the locks were engaged before she headed to Zeke’s room to check on him. He was sound asleep with his arm around Reno, who was snuggled up close to him. It was the most adorable scene that Clara had ever seen. She stood there and watched him sleep for a few seconds, her love for him overwhelming her.

She went back to her room, changed into her jammies, and climbed into bed. It seemed to be strangely empty with Dillon gone, even though he had only been there for a little while.

Clara had hated seeing him walk out the door. Of course, he couldn’t be in the house when Zeke woke up. Zeke would be full of questions that Clara wasn’t prepared to answer. Plus, Zeke might say something to John about Dillon staying the night, and that would be the last thing that Clara wanted or needed.

John would use the information to make her life a living hell, even though they weren’t even married. She could hear the name calling and innuendos about her lack of morals right now.

She laid in her bed, closed her eyes, and remembered how it felt to have Dillon’s arms wrapped around her. While the sex was incredible and had created feelings in her that she had never felt before, there was something about being held tightly in his arms with their bodies pressed tightly together that was absolutely magical.

Clara allowed herself the indulgence of imagining what it would feel like to wake up in his arms every morning. She pictured his sexy naked body lying in the bed next to her all night long, where all she had to do was reach out and touch him. Clara could still feel the hardness of his body beneath her fingertips. She could feel his heat encompassing her. Clara put her fingers to her lips, remembering what it felt like to be kissed by him.

She moaned as she felt the heat building up between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together as she remembered what it felt like to have Dillon moving inside of her. She could see his glistening sexy body above hers.

Clara reached down and touched herself, the feeling sending a shockwave through her body. Her other hand rubbed her nipple and she exploded on her own fingers.

She laid back on the bed, trying to catch her breath. All it took was an image of Dillon in her mind for her to orgasm.

Clara cleaned herself off for a second time and then laid back in bed.

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