Page 44 of Dirty Dillon

“The way your body changes, and how beautiful you are in it. The fact that I was the one who put you in this state. It’s incredibly sexy.”

“I’m glad you think so.” She sighs, arching into my touch.

I thrust two fingers into her and swallow her moans with a kiss. She’s already dripping for me. “Big milky tits, round curvy belly...knowing every man that looks at you knows you like to take my dick in that fertile pussy and let me come inside you, filling you with my seed.”

Her hands fist in my hair as I lavish open-mouthed kisses down her neck. I curl my fingers, seeking and finding that spot that makes her keen.

Her inner walls flutter around my fingers and I groan. “So wet and ready for me.” I nip at her earlobe, adding a third finger. “Do you want my cock, Cress? Tell me how much you need it.”

A broken cry spills from her lips as I work my fingers inside her. She’s close already, her body writhing under mine. Horny little thing. I ache to be buried inside her, to feel her silken heat enveloping me as I drive into her depths. But first I want to see her come undone. I want to watch her shatter into a million pieces under my hands.

“I can’t wait to drink from these big tits after the baby comes, princess. That sweet, warm milk that only you can give.” I suck her nipple through the fabric, and she shudders. “We get so messy when you’re lactating. My cum all over you, your milk all over me.”

She cries out as I rub her clit harder, her legs trembling.

“Dillon, please.” Her nails rake down my back. “I need you. Now.”

“Not yet.” I kiss the corner of her mouth, the edge of her jaw. “Come for me first. Let me see you fall apart, sweetheart, and then I’ll give you what you need.”

She whimpers, desperation clouding her eyes. I curl my fingers again, pressing hard against her sweet spot. Her inner walls clamp down, rippling around my fingers as her orgasm crashes over her.

“That’s it.” I drink in her cries, the flush spreading down her neck. “So gorgeous when you come.”

Her chest heaves as she struggles to catch her breath. I withdraw my fingers and she moans at the loss.

“Shh.” I kiss her, tangling my tongue with hers. “I’ve got you.”

We adjust so she’s on her side and I shift between her thighs, the broad head of my cock nudging at her entrance. Her breath hitches as I slide inside her inch by inch, her silken heat enveloping me.

We moan in unison as I bottom out, her inner walls rippling around my length. I pause, savoring the feeling of her stretched taut around me.

“Dillon, please move.” Her nails bite into my forearm, desperation laced in her voice. “I need you.”

I smile and brush my lips over her ear. “Who’s in charge here, Madame Mayor?”

She groans. “Me. I’m in charge.”

“No, little brat. Try again.”

“Mr. Duke, fuck your wife or so help me I’ll get a toy and ignore you altogether.”

“You like my cock too much to forsake it for a piece of silicone.”

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck your wife, Mr. Duke.”

“That’s better.” I slide my hips back, pressing in deeper. Her breath catches and I smile, sinking in as far as I can go. Drawing back, I thrust deep inside her, setting a slow, steady pace. Her breath comes in pants, soft moans escaping with each stroke.

“You feel so good.” I nuzzle the side of her neck, inhaling her scent. “So tight and wet for me.”

“Only for you,” she whispers.

Heat coils in my gut at her words. I crave her, need her like I need air to breathe. Emotion swells inside me, threatening to overwhelm me. “I love you so damn much.”

“And I love you.”

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