Page 34 of Dirty Dillon

I grin. I think I know which one I’m going to choose.

“Bend over that dresser.”

“No argument from me.”

“First time for everything.” I grab one of the toys and lube it up.

It’s an anal plug, and as Cressida gasps in anticipation, I slide it in.

“Oh, God,” she moans as I slowly pump it in and out.

I kiss her neck and nibble on her ear as I continue to tease her with the plug. She trembles and whimpers beneath me, her body shaking with pleasure.

I press my cock into her pussy, leaving the plug in. “Feeling full, princess?”

“So full.”

“Someday when I have more time, I’m going to put my cock where this little plug is. Would you like that, naughty girl?”

She whimpers something.

“What was that?” I ask, slamming into her hard enough to put her on her toes.

“Yes,” she gasps, her voice barely a whisper.

I thrust inside her, pushing us both further and further toward bliss. She cries out in pleasure as I drive in deeper and faster, her body going wild beneath me.

Her inner walls squeeze me tight as her orgasm builds. She’s so tight with the plug.

“I’m going to come. Are you ready, princess?” I whisper against her ear.

She moans her answer, and I feel her body tense up as she comes undone around me. I pour myself into her, lost in the feeling of being completely connected with her.

When I pull her off the dresser, I notice the red marks where the furniture pushed into her skin. I press my lips to the angry skin, murmuring apologies for getting carried away.

“It’s okay,” she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. “I liked it.”

“Dirty girl.”

Hastily, we dress and gather the last of her belongings. On our last trip to the truck, Blake and Mayor Hamilton round the corner, their expressions dark and menacing.

“Care to explain what you’re doing with my daughter, Duke?” Mayor Hamilton sneers, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

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