His smile is wicked, driving out every word my mother spat at me over dinner, giving me only silence and reassurance that I’mwanted. “Perfect place for a meal.” He hooks both hands into my leggings and panties, yanking them down my legs, barely giving me a chance to lift up to help him. The counter is freezing against my bare skin, but Dillon barely gives me a chance to adjust before he’s pushing against my sternum, encouraging me to lie back.
He’s standing over me, his eyes locked on my pussy, and my chest warms with embarrassment, blood surging into my cheeks. My hands drop to cover my stomach, and I try to close my legs, but his hips block the attempt.
Dillon tuts his tongue. “No hiding,” he orders. “I missed you today, and I want to seeallof you, Angel.” The endearment—something he’s called me from the first time he stumbled into Spellbound Books—has my breath hitching in my throat. He doesn’t miss it, his smile widening. “Good girl.”
Another shiver racks me, even as I growl, “You asshole!”
“I might not have a praise kink,” he murmurs, “but I’m not sure degradation is my thing, either.”
Before I can think of a comeback, he’s lowered his head to between my legs, pressing his mouth to my pussy, his tongue immediately swirling around my swollen clit. He doesn’t settle into a consistent rhythm, playing my body like an instrument, dragging me right to the edge of release and then back again.
My hands are in his hair, tugging at him ruthlessly, my hips writhing until I’m basically fucking his face. Rational thought has completely fled as he bands one arm over my hips, holding me in place, his other fingers sliding throughmy slick folds.
“So wet,” Dillon murmurs against me, the vibration of his voice making me groan. “Is this all for me, baby?”
I yank on his hair. “Stop teasing me!”
I don’t know how, but Ifeelhis smirk. “Okay, baby.” His fingers find my entrance, and that’s the only warning I get before he’s driving them into me, his arm moving hard and fast as he pumps them deeply. He curls them in acome heremotion, dragging them against that sensitive spot, and then I explode. I throw my head back as I cry out, everything—even my teeth—throbbing in time with my pulse as the orgasm washes over me.
Dillon presses soft kisses to my sensitive clit, his fingers still thrusting, but slowing, easing me down. “Fucking beautiful.”
He pulls his fingers from me with a sloppy sound that makes me whimper, and straightens, his lips and chin coated in my release. His dark eyes meet mine, his mouth curving as he plants a hand by my hip. He doesn’t let my eyes go as he drags the wet fingers of his free hand over my nipple. Dillon drops his head, sipping at the tight bud, and I clamp down around nothing. He grazes his teeth against me before releasing me with apop, moving to the other breast and giving it the same treatment.
My thoughts are fuzzy and slow, my whole body fine-tuned to his, desperate for more. “Take me to bed,” I whisper, dragging my nails against the sensitive skin of his neck, smiling when he shudders against me.
Dillon releases my nipple with apop, his lips wet with saliva. He stands back, yanking me upright. I crash into him, his arms around me and his mouth on mine, tasting ofme—musky and strange, but erotic all at once.
“Not done, baby?” he teases softly. He lifts me, and I quickly wrap my arms and legs around him as he stalks toour bedroom, his fingers kneading my ass. He kisses the corner of my lips, my cheek, jaw, and then my throat, his teeth nipping at my skin.
“I want you,” I breathe against his ear. “I need you to fill me up. Mark me as yours.”
“You’re in such a rush, Angel,” he says, sliding me down to the floor, the sensitive skin of my inner thighs brushing against the rough fabric of his pants. “We’ve got all the time in the world.”
I smile saucily. “You’re right.” I cup the hard bulge in his pants, fitting my fingers around his cock, grinding my palm against him. “There’s no rush, hm?”
His breath hisses out before he knocks my hand away, undoing his pants. He shoves them and his boxer briefs down to his thighs, and then grabs my hand, putting it right on his dick. I don’t hesitate, jacking him roughly, twisting my wrist as I reach the crown of his cock, sliding my thumb through the pre-cum dripping from his slit.
The tendons strain in Dillon’s neck as he pants. His skin is damp with perspiration, his hair tousled and standing on end. The sharp edges of his cheekbones are flushed a dull red, and I move my hand faster, desperate to see him lose control.
It’s not happening fast enough, so I drop heavily to my knees, not giving him even a second before I’m swallowing his cock, bobbing my head on him as his salty taste fills my mouth.
“Ah, shit!” Dillon curses. He doesn’t pull me away, his hands cupping my head and forcing more of his length into me. He pulls back until just the tip is resting on my tongue, his hips giving short, jerky thrusts. “Fuck, no. No. Not coming in your mouth, baby.”
Dillon still doesn’t pull me off him,so I hollow my cheeks, my tongue swirling around his length, tracing the throbbing vein on the underside of his cock. He releases his hold on my hair, and I surge forward until he brushes the back of my throat, which convulses around him as I fight the urge to gag, my eyes watering.
That’s when he breaks, lunging down to grab me by the arms and pull me up. His breath is heaving as he manhandles me over the bed, pressing me down onto my stomach, my ass hanging over the head. Dillon kicks my legs open, and then, with one brutal thrust, forces every inch inside of me. I cry out, but he’s reaching around, shoving two fingers in my mouth, thrusting them in time with his cock as he drives into me again and again and again. The sound of our skin slapping together fills the room, and his other hand clamps down on my hip, holding me in place.
“Fucking look at that,” he mumbles, his voice awed. “The way your ass moves every. time. I. thrust.” Each word is punctuated with a jab of his hips. Dillon pulls his fingers out, his hand sliding under my body, cupping my pussy like he owns me.And he does.
Dillon splits his fingers into aV, trapping my throbbing clit in between them. “You gonna come again?” he asks, voice demanding.
“No,” I breathe out weakly. “Too much, too soon.”
He laughs—a rasp of sound that shoots electricity down my spine. “Too bad.”
Panic swells as he slows his thrusts down, concentrating on swirling his fingers around my swollen flesh, touching me justso. I can feel it building, the tide dragging me along forcefully, no matter how much I try to pull away. I shake my head, and Dillon leans forward, whispering into my arm, “You started this, Angel, and there’s only one ending—you coming all over my cock. Get me?”
“Dillon—”
