"This conversation isn't over, Brooklyn," he growled against my skin, his green eyes flicking up to spear me with an intense stare.
For some fucked up reason, that statement just filled me withhope. A hope I had no right to be feeling, so I quickly pushed it aside and shook my head.
"Yes, Dylan, it is. Now, are you going to fuck me breathless or not? Because I need to come so bad it actually hurts." My cheeks heated at my own assertiveness, but... it was true.
His full lips curved in a wicked smile, and he placed a deliberate kiss against my lower belly while holding my gaze. Holy hell, that was hot. Then he shifted lower, his fingers parting my folds and his tongue circling my clit.
"Oh my god," I gasped, breaking eye contact as I tipped my head back. My back arched on reflex, my hips pushing forward into his kiss, and a low moan escaped me as he pushed a long finger inside me.
Dylan hummed against my pussy, making me squirm. "You're so damn responsive, Brooke. You're already so fucking wet for me."
He added a second finger, fucking me with his hand and mouth until I was a thrashing, moaning mess as I came all over his face. Dylanlovedmaking me orgasm before he fucked me properly, and I suspected it made it easier for his monster cock to get into my tight cunt. I sure as hell wasn't complaining, either.
Stars twinkled across my vision and my breathing came raggedly. He continued playing with me while my muscles relaxed again, then he was ready to go. He climbed up my body, his thick tip sank into my dripping core, and my legs spread wider to accommodate him.
"Brooklyn," Dylan murmured as he pushed into me, slow but firm, filling me in the most incredible way that stole any words from my breath. "We'renotdone with that conversation." He pulled out an inch, then pushed in deeper with a quick thrust. Then another. I cried out with ecstasy as he groaned and his hips met mine. "Not even fucking close."
I was too far gone to argue. "Okay," I replied on a breathy moan. "Sure. Whatever." Now that he was fully inside me, I wrapped my legs around his body, holding him to me as I writhed under his heavy weight.
He just huffed a dark chuckle and claimed my mouth in a kiss that perfectly echoed how deeply he was claiming my pussy. Then he started to move, and I knew I was going to come again innotime at all. Six weeks really had been too long; it was like all my nerves were hypersensitive.
Dylan braced his weight on an elbow beside my head, then gripped my breast in his other hand as he fucked me. Usually, I loved it when he played with my boobs, but this time when he squeezed my nipple, I hissed in pain. Yeah, six weeks had beenwaytoo long.
I didn't need to say anything, though. The pain in my boob was quickly forgotten as my orgasm built once more. Dylan's huge cock stretched me and filled me, my body screaming for more as he moved. My nails bit into the thick muscles of his back, clawing at him as I lost my damn mind.
Dylan shifted his lips to my neck and sucked on my flesh there, marking me in a way he'd never attempted before. Any other time, I'd have spiraled into panic that Blake would see, that he'd punish me, but in the heat of the moment, I didn't care. Blake could get fucked; I was going to run. The second I got my chance,beforeleaving camp, I was running. He'd never see me again; he'd never hurt me again.
And Dylan would help me. Of that, I was sure.
"Dylan!" I screamed, my orgasm exploding through my pussy. My head tipped back and my muscles tightened through my whole damn body as I came.
"Fuck me, you're so gorgeous," he groaned, waiting patiently as my inner walls clenched around him, fluttering with my seemingly never-ending climax. His lips moved over my throat, kissing and sucking as he went. "I want your mouth, Brooke."
I groaned but nodded eagerly. A moment later, he was on his feet with me on my knees in front of him. My whole body felt loose and relaxed, my core still throbbing from my orgasm, and I eagerly parted my lips to take his cock.
"Goddamn, that's perfect," Dylan muttered, staring down at me as I swallowed his dick. I could taste myself on his silken flesh, and it only served to turn me on more. The fact that he could give me such intense, mind-blowing pleasure when all I'd ever known before him was pain...
"Fuck yeah, just like that, baby," Dylan growled, his huge hand grabbing a fistful of my hair and his hips bucking forward. My throat ached as I took him deeper, my hand pumping his lower shaft in unison with my mouth, but I could sense he wasn't done yet.
For a few minutes, he let me suck him off. Or rather, he fucked my mouth. But then he used his grip on my hair to gently coax me back to my feet.
"I need to hear you come again," he confessed, pushing me back onto the bed, then flipping me over onto all fours. His strong hands gripped my hips, and he pulled me back against him as the tip of his cock pressed against my pussy. "Will you scream for me this time, Brooke baby? Will you come on my dick again?"
I just moaned, not confident I was even capable of words as he pushed back into me. Fuck me, he was huge. Luckily, I was wetter than a damn slip-and-slide, and within moments he was fucking me again with a ferocity that made my eyes water—in the best kind of way.
It didn't take long before I was doing exactly what he'd asked for. I came hard, bucking on his dick, which pushed him over the edge into his own release a moment later. He pulled out swiftly, coming on my lower back with a low grunt and heavy exhale. Then we collapsed on his bed in a sticky tangle of limbs.
As we lay there together, neither of us speaking, a weird sense of determination filled my veins. One thing I was quickly coming to realize, something Dylan was helping me to understand, was that broken things could be fixed.
I didn't have to remain broken forever. And I didn'twantto.
Maybe I should tell Dylan everything after all. He could help me disappear.
14
The rest of the night was like a chapter from a romance novel. We showered together, and Dylan washed my hair for me, soaping me all up, then getting me dirty all over again.
We fell asleep well after midnight, and I knew the next day of camp would be all the more painful for it. There was no way in hell I'd accept any special consideration from Dylan either, so I would just need to grin and bear it.
