She came apart in my hands within a few minutes, gasping and shuddering with the after-waves of her orgasm.Her hazel eyes were bright and clear when I pulled her naked body close, the intoxicating scent of her shampoo wrapping around me.
“See?”I said, my fingers lightly caressing her back.“I told you I was better than that vibrator.”
She hummed, sliding her hand across my chest.“It is battery-operated, so it almost never runs out.”
“So do I.”I said, pinching her soft butt playfully.
She gasped, retaliating by pinching my nipple and making me hiss in pleasure.“But it lasts a long time… unlike someone.And you’re definitely not battery operated.”
I crowded her, pushing my hips down on her to make her feel the weight of my half-hard cock.“Just one word from you, and I’ll be hard on command, darling.Want to test that theory?See who lasts longer.Me or that tiny toy?”
She bit her lip, eyes gleaming with amusement.“I can’t believe you’re getting jealous of a bullet vibrator.”
“It has known your pussy longer than I do,” I pouted, planting a kiss on her cheek.“Of course I’m jealous.”
She giggled when I tickled her sides, and she said, “You’re an idiot.”
I was.
Just for her.
23
MY DICK IS BROKEN
KATIE
Ihummed in my sleep, loving the way the warm pillow was snuggling me.But somehow it was hard in certain places, making me frown.
I yawned, my eyes fluttering open, greeted by the sight of a handsome young man bathed in morning light.His face was relaxed, his features soft from sleep.I wondered what kind of dream I had the night before.
The…night before?
My eyes snapped open to see that it was Dylan sleeping inches away from me.It wasn’t a dream.My heartbeat thundered in my ears when I saw his very muscular chest move slowly.I sighed with relief.
My gaze traveled lower, landing on his large hand, casually cupping my breast.I scrutinized him without his playful smirk or teasing eyes gleaming at me.
Sunlight streamed lazily through the sheer curtains, highlighting every ridge of his body, casting him as a perfect vision of a sleeping angel.Or maybe a model with tousled hair and a small pout.
A slow smile curved my lips as I gently traced a fingertip from his hairline down to the strong bridge of his nose.He hummed softly, pulling me closer in his sleep, unaware of the way his growing morning wood pressed against my stomach.Biting my lip, I let my finger drift lower… until it brushed against his full, pillowy lips.
I gasped when he bit down gently, his eyes fluttering open.Green irises stared at me through long lashes.
“Dylan,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.“Morning.”
He smiled, lips parting slightly as he licked the pad of my finger, sending warmth rushing through me.
He smiled when I pulled back my finger, his infectious mood making the morning feel lighter.He leaned close to kiss my nose and murmured, “A very, very good morning, darling.”
His hoarse voice was deeper and lower.I rubbed my thighs together instinctively, hearing his morning voice.His hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer until his head nestled right above my breasts.
“What are you doing?”I asked, my fingers threading through his soft hair.
He looked like a purring cat lazing on my chest.
“I’m cuddling you,” he replied, tightening his grip as if he was afraid I might slip away.
Minutes passed in quiet intimacy until I became acutely aware of his hardening cock pressing against my thigh.
