Page 25 of Dirty Dillon

Kissing my way down her stomach, I lower to my knees. “You’re not going back to that house of horrors.” I stick my nose right in her pussy and inhale her sweet scent. “You’ll stay here from now on.” She gasps as I flick my tongue against her clit. “Say yes, Cressida.”

She moans, her body trembling against mine. “Yes,” she breathes out. “Wait. No. You can’t just use my vagina against me when you want to get your way.”

I pull back and look up at her, a wicked grin tugging at my lips. “Watch me.”

With that, I bury my face between her legs and proceed to prove my point.

“Dillon...”

“You taste like honey. I want to eat you for hours.”

Cressida gasps and clutches at my hair, her body trembling as I push her closer and closer to the edge. She’s the sweetest thing I ever tasted.

“Say you’ll move in,” I demand, my tongue lapping hungrily at her candied heat. “And I’ll let you come.”

“Dillon, please,” she begs, fisting her hands in my hair. I chuckle, the vibrations setting her squirming again. “Yes,” she moans.

Cressida lets out a strangled sob, tugging at my hair in frustration. I relent enough to slide two fingers into her slick channel, crooking them to find the spot that makes her see stars. She comes with a wail, her inner walls clamping down on my fingers as I lap at her clit. I work her through the aftershocks, only withdrawing once she’s gone limp against me.

Cressida’s breathing is ragged and her eyes are heavy-lidded as she stares down at me. I rise, pressing a gentle kiss to her soft lips.

“You’ll move in,” I whisper, pressing my fingers back into her warm cunt.

Cressida nods, her eyes still closed. “Yes,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “I’ll move in.”

“But first...” I pick her up and sling her over my shoulder in a fireman’s carry.

She yelps then does it again when I smack her ass.

Chapter Eight

Cressida

Dillon dumps me inthe middle of the bed, and I bounce a couple of times. I laugh, teasing him with a raised brow. “I’m not a sack of potatoes.”

He growls, the sound sending delicious shivers everywhere in my body where there is a nerve. “Believe me, a sack of potatoes could never cause me as much trouble as you do. You’ve been driving me crazy for days, brat. Now it’s time to pay the price.”

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