Page 29 of Dirty Dillon

I pop off him. “Promise me you’ll come in my mouth.”

That is the very first time I have ever asked for that, too. Usually it’s the opposite. I prefer a warning so I can direct a guy and his jizz anywhere but in my mouth. But I want to know what Dillon tastes like. I need to know.

“You gonna swallow everything I give you? Does my girl want to taste my cum?”

“Yes,” I whisper, my teeth lightly grazing his shaft, enjoying the hiss of his reaction.

“Then get back on it. I’m close.”

I eagerly take him back in my mouth. His hands grip my hair tighter as he thrusts, his breathing becoming more and more ragged.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna come,” he growls, his head falling back as he comes with a guttural groan.

He explodes in pulses, each one sending more cum down my throat. It’s not easy to keep up with the amount he’s giving me, but I make sure to take as much as I can.

“Look at you, cum leaking down your chin. What a naughty, messy girl.” His voice is thick with pleasure, and I can feel the aftermath of his orgasm still coursing through his body. “My princess can take anything I give her.”

I smile around his cock, licking it clean as I look up at him. He picks me up and settles me on his lap, and I curl into him, my head resting on his chest. He kisses my forehead and wraps his arms even tighter around me, and I feel like I’m home.

He whispers soothing words, stroking my skin in a way that makes me feel safe and cared for. I close my eyes, contentment flooding through me.

This is usually the part where I clean up, fix my makeup, pretend I was just so into it. Instead, I’m buzzing inside, needing his care, his attention.

“This has been the best morning of my life, Cressida.”

His simple words open my heart, and I’m overwhelmed with emotion. No one has ever made me feel this cherished, this valuable, this adored. I bury my face in his neck, inhale his scent, and savor this moment.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

It seems like a rash decision to move in with a man I hardly know. Since I am the queen of poor choices, it’s hard to trust that this isn’t another one.

“Out loud, princess. What’s happening in your head right now?”

I look up at him, my heart in my eyes I’m sure. I don’t think I can hide anything from him, a sobering thought. “I’m scared that this is a mistake, that I’m going to get hurt. But then I look at you and I just want to take the chance. I want to be with you.”

“Cressida, we can slow down if you need to. You’re still moving in here, make no mistake about that. I’m not sending you back to the men that will hurt you. But we can take the rest of it as slow as you please.” He strokes my hair, his thumb tracing soothing circles on my temple. “I’m never going to hurt you. I’m here to protect you. You can trust me.”

His words sink deep into my soul, and I nod, taking a deep breath.

Vulnerable. That’s how he makes me feel. Not because he wants to make me feel small, but because he’s opening up a whole big world that I didn’t know existed. One I don’t know how to navigate or control. But then, was I really in control of anything before I met him?

“I trust you. I don’t trust myself. You’ve seen what I come from. My father is a monster. My brother is no better. What if I’m damaged goods and I can’t be trusted?”

“You are strong and brave. You survived the nightmare your home was, and you’re here now. You can trust me, but more importantly, you can trust yourself. You don’t have to be scared.”

He kisses my forehead, and I feel his strong presence wrap around me.

“What if I’m incapable of love?”

“Oh honey, you have so much love to give. You just need to open your heart and let it in. You can do it, princess. I believe in you.” He cups my face and looks me directly in the eyes, like he’s trying to tell me what I can’t find the words for. “You will never be alone again, Cressida. I’m here for you, no matter what.”

“I hope you mean that after I tell you why I got expelled from college.”

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