Page 26 of Dirty Dillon

Heat pools between my legs at his words. I try to scoot away on the bed, putting up a token protest. “You’ll have to catch me first!”

In a flash, he’s on me, pinning my wrists above my head, draping his weight on me. I gasp as his hard body presses me into the mattress. “Caught you,” he purrs. “Now, what should I do with you?”

I squirm beneath him, aware that I’m naked and he’s still clothed, desire burning in my veins. “I can think of a few things.” More than a few.

“Can you? Me too.” One of his hands manacles both my wrists leaving the other to slide between my legs. My hips jerk to get closer to his touch. I can’t get enough of him. “My, my, so wet. I just licked you clean a minute ago. I didn’t realize you were going to be so high maintenance.”

“I don’t think it’s any secret that I’m high maintenance.”

We pause for a second, like my words are hovering in the air between us.

“You’re exactly the right amount of maintenance for me, princess. I wouldn’t want you any other way.”

I don’t want to derail the direction we were headed, but his words strike something powerful inside me. “I know I can be a little much, sometimes,” I say, my voice a quiet rasp.

The hand stroking the folds of my pussy stills. “I’m sorry you’ve been let down by men who were supposed to care for you in the past, but you don’t have that problem anymore. I promise you, I can take whatever you dish out, and I’ll even like it.”

“I can be stuck up.”

He kisses my neck. “I know.”

“Entitled.”

His stubble scrapes the skin of my collarbone. “Yep.”

“Hard-headed.”

“Uh-huh.” He traces my areola with his tongue.

“Sometimes I think I do stupid things just to get attention.”

“Yes, princess. I’m aware.”

I arch into him when he sucks my nipple into his mouth. “I don’t like hard work or applying myself.”

He releases my nipple with a plop. “You don’t believe that and neither do I. That sounds like someone else’s words.”

My father. Every single report card. My college advisor.

“Why are you so nice to me, Dillon?”

“I’m using you for sex.”

“We haven’t even had sex yet. You’re really playing the long game.”

“I’m not playing, princess. I haven’t been playing since the day you sashayed that pretty little body into my garage. You’re mine. I’m yours. Game over.”

I move my hips around to get more of that contact he’s denying me. “Then you better fuck me so I know for sure.”

With a grin, he releases my hands only to flip me onto my stomach. I start to push up onto my hands and knees, ready to beg him to fill me, when his large palm lands on my rear with a loud smack.

What the?

I gasp in surprise, the sting fading into pleasure. “What was that for?”

“For my entertainment.” He smacks me again, harder this time. “And because you like it.”

I moan as his hand caresses away the sting, the pleasure and pain mingling together in a way that sets my body on fire. I’m desperate for him to take me, to fill me up and make me his.

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