Page 27 of Dirty Dillon

“Please,” I whisper.

“What was that?” His hand pauses, resting on my surely pink skin. “You’ll have to speak up, baby.”

I glare at him over my shoulder, but the haughty effect I’m going for is probably ruined by my arousal-flushed face and mussed hair. “I need you to fuck me right now!”

“Who’s in charge here, princess?”

A different tactic is necessary here. I begin calmly. “Dillon, if it’s not too much trouble, and if you can find the time, I would surely appreciate it if you could fuck me with that great big cock you’ve been teasing me with.” I wiggle my bottom, trying to get him to touch me, and I smile sweetly. “Please.”

He spanks my bottom again, the heat spreading as his hand connects with my skin. I moan at the delicious sensations and push back against his hand.

He leans over me, his hot breath on my neck. “You’re being naughty, Cressida. You’re being a very naughty girl.”

I shiver at his words, my skin alive and tingling with anticipation. I can’t wait for what he’ll do next.

This anticipation for sex is new to me, and so is the playful aspect. Sex has been about getting a guy or keeping a guy. It’s never been what I physically needed or even wanted all that much.

I know I’m good at it. And I like knowing that I can use my body that way. But this is new. Fun. Exciting.

Dillon moves his hand lower, cupping one of my cheeks and squeezing possessively. “You’re so fucking hot,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear.

I melt against him, unable to resist.

His fingers move around to my front, his touch gentle but insistent. I gasp as he slides a finger inside of me, his thumb rubbing circles around my sensitive bundle of nerves. I moan at the sensation.

“That’s a good start, Dillon. But I really need your cock. Please.”

“That’s my good girl.” His praise sends a wave of heat through me. “You’ve earned your reward.”

His sweats are off faster than I can blink, and the blunt head of his cock is pressing against my entrance.

Oh god. He’s so thick. I push back with a groan, taking him inch by inch until he’s seated fully inside me. I’m so full, I can barely move, and the sensation is exquisite.

“So tight and wet for me,” he murmurs, hands gripping me tightly. He moves his hips, his thick shaft pushing against my sensitive walls. I moan and grip the sheets, my body arching to meet each thrust. He starts to move, pulling out until just the tip remains before slamming back in. I cry out at the sensation, the sound muffled by the bedding.

The steady slap of skin meeting skin fills the room as he increases his pace. This is what I’ve been waiting for. I fist the sheets, meeting his powerful thrusts. Every snap of his hips sends jolts of pleasure through my body.

“You feel so good,” he groans. One hand leaves my hip, sliding around to rub tight circles on my clit. I whimper in response, already close to the edge.

“Dillon, I’m gonna—” A sharp thrust cuts me off with a moan.

“Come for me,” he commands, his voice rough with his own need. “Let go and come for me.”

His fingers pinch my clit, and I shatter around him, my inner walls convulsing. He follows soon after, warmth flooding me as he grunts my name.

We collapse onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, breathless and sated.

I’ve never felt cum inside me before. I always thought it would be icky, that I’d feel gross and messy. But, I’m not thinking icky thoughts now. I’m feeling primal and sexy, and my body is still humming from the orgasm, from the pleasure of being used roughly and cherished at the same time.

And owned.

Dillon’s seed is a reminder of his claim on me.

He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close, his lips brushing against my forehead.

“I think smacking your ass is on my top ten list of things I love best in life.”

“What else is on that list?”

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