"Matthew..." she breathes, the sound of my name slipping from her lips like a prayer, making my cock throb in response.
Her back arches off the mattress as I continue to pinch and tease, switching between rough and soft, never giving her what she fully wants but making damn sure she stays on edge. She grabs my wrist, squeezing tightly, desperate for more.
“God, you’re cruel,” she whispers, her voice a husky mix of frustration and desire.
I chuckle low, brushing kisses along the curve of her breasts before sliding one hand down her body. My fingers glide through her folds, slick and warm, and I groan at how ready she is.
“You’re soaked,” I whisper against her skin, circling her clit with my thumb.
“I want you so bad,” she husks, her voice breathy, full of longing. “You’ve made me wait forever.”
“Patience is a virtue.” I smirk, teasing her with feather-light strokes that make her hips jerk toward me.
Dylan’s lips curve into a wicked grin, and her eyes darken with mischief. “So is justice... Should I go have one of myotherboyfriends service me?”
She bites her bottom lip, knowing exactly what she’s doing—how easily she can push me past the edge of control.
My hand moves without thinking, smacking the soft skin of her thigh with a quick, sharp slap. Her breath catches, and her eyes widen, surprise and heat blooming across her expression.
“You’re real funny,” I growl, my hand still gripping her thigh, my thumb brushing circles over the place I just slapped. Redness blooms beneath my touch, and the sight of it—knowing I left that mark—only stokes the fire inside me.
Dylan grins, pure satisfaction in her gaze, and the way she looks up at me makes something snap. I press her thighs open wider, settling between them.
“No more games, Dylan,” I growl, the words coming out rough as gravel. “You’re mine tonight.”
Her breath hitches at that, her eyes never leaving mine. “Then what are you waiting for?” she challenges, her voice a soft dare.
And that’s it. There’s no going back now.
I dip my head, trailing kisses down her stomach while my fingers keep working her, sliding deeper, coaxing out every sound I’ve been dying to hear from her lips. She’s squirming beneath me, gasping with every stroke, and when I finally pullaway just long enough to position myself, her eyes are wide, anticipation simmering in their depths.
“You ready for this?” I ask, gripping her thigh again, giving her just enough pressure to remind her who’s in charge tonight.
Her lips part, and she nods, breathless. “God, yes.”
I push into her—inch by inch, her body stretching and welcoming me in— a deep, satisfied groan slipping from my throat. She’s hot, tight, and perfect, and there’s no question in my mind:
This was worth the wait.
I lean down, brushing a kiss along her jaw. “You okay?” I whisper.
“Better than okay,” she breathes, her voice trembling with pleasure. “Don’t stop.”
And I don’t.
I pull out, dragging the head of my cock through her folds, only to slide back in again, agonizingly slow. I grind into her, loving the way her body clutches at me, like she never wants to let me go. I already know—this is the best pussy I’ve ever had.
Nothing else matters now. Not the fact that she could have ten other boyfriends. Not even the fact that she’s technically almost my stepsister.
She’s mine. She is mine.
Dylan pants beneath me, her nails digging into my shoulders as her hips lift. “More,” she gasps, her voice trembling.
I can’t deny her. Not when she sounds like that.
With a low growl, I start to piston into her, harder and faster, setting a rhythm that has her moaning on every thrust. The metal of my Prince Albert piercing rubs against her inner walls, and the friction pulls a whimper from her throat. She clenches around me so tight, it feels like I could lose myself right here and now.
Her head falls back against the pillow, and her hands claw at my back, leaving stinging trails across my skin. Her breasts bounce with every thrust, and I lean down to nip at one of her nipples again, drawing another gasp from her lips.
