Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Dylan groans again, like my pleading is driving him as wild as his words do to me. “Look me in the eyes when I’m inside you. Understand, petal?”
I nod, feeling the first touch of his cock press against my center, and gasp. He’s hot, literally, warm and hard as hell against me. My hips jerk as though my body is trying to take over despite not knowing what to do.
Oh, shit, what if I’m bad at this?
As soon as the thought comes, it’s gone, like every other thought in my head. His cock finds my entrance, and he cants his hips forward, pressing the tip inside me. Already, my brain is scrambled. He’s barely inside me and yet the intrusion is so much more than his fingers, stretching me from the inside. There’s pressure, a slight sting, as he presses in further, cursing under his breath.
“So fucking tight.” He drops his head to take my peaked nipple between his lips, and I swear I feel the warm circle of his tongue all the way to my clit. “Jesus, petal, you’re strangling my cock.”
There’s nothing I can do but absorb his dirty words, trembling and keening beneath him. He pushes in further and I think I can’t possibly take his whole length because not only am I much smaller than him in every way, I’ve never taken more than his fingers.
And then he thrust his hips sharply, and that pressure bursts in a strange sharpness and then there’s only pleasure. So much pleasure I cry out, shocked by it as his cock rubs against a place inside me I didn’t even know existed.
“Oh god!” I cry, eyes fluttering closed as I’m consumed by an already looming orgasm.
“Eyes. On. Me,” Dylan demands, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust that makes me bounce up the mattress.
I snap my eyes open, trying desperately to keep my gaze locked with his. The sight of him braced over me, the feel of his skin against mine as he kept my leg pressed up between us, the hard, fast thrusts of him inside me—it’s too much.
A mixture of a scream and Dylan’s name leaves my mouth as I clutch at his back, pretty sure I’m scratching him but too out of my mind with bliss to stop myself. He groans, shuddering as I claw at him and the idea that he’s feeling the same all-consuming pleasure as me only makes my own soar higher.
I shatter under him, nails digging into his back and shoulders in earnest, as pleasure explodes through me. My orgasm triggers his, and his fingers flex where he grips my leg as his thrusts lose their rhythm and he shoves himself deep, groaning as he follows me over the edge.
For a minute, our panting breaths fill the air between us as we both come back into our bodies, every inch of my skin still feeling oversensitive. Dylan grunts as he shuffles a little to let me drop my leg, my muscles shaking from exertion. My hair is a wild mane around my face, and there’s a deep ache between my legs where he’s still buried, mixing with the aftershocks of my orgasm.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, a little in shock that this has even happened. I don’t regret it though, not even for a second. “That was…I nearly passed out.” I laugh, covering my face with my hands as I process it all.
Dylan chuckles, leaning down on his elbows over me. “You’re going to be a problem for me, aren’t you, petal?” he asks, but I know the question isn’t actually aimed at me.
“You like me being a problem,” I argue with a breathless laugh. “I’m your problem.”
Dylan kisses me, stealing the words off my lips before I can finish saying them, showing me that he meant what he said. I’m his. Happiness floods me at the thought.
Slowly, he pushes away, easing out of me as he sits back, kneeling at the end of the mattress.
I clamp my thighs together, cheeks burning as I feel our combined release rush out of me. Dylan shakes his head, tapping my thigh until I part them again, sure my face is burning red now as he looks at his come covering my pussy.
“So fucking perfect,” he whispers, eyes locked onto me. “And so fucking mine.”
7
DYLAN
I just took Dahlia Jenkins’ virginity.
As in, Harry’s fucking sister. As in, supposed to be so fucking off-limits it’s not even funny.
But I don’t care. Not even the devil himself could rip Dahlia out of my arms. She’s mine and I don’t give a shit how Harry feels about that. I’ll deal with him later.
I stare at Dahlia, limp and sated and messy with my release, thoroughly fucked and claimed.
And I feel fucking elated about it. The knowledge that nobody else has ever had her but me fills me with feral pride. All I want to do is pin her on that mattress and do it again, claim her over and over. Shit, my cock’s already getting hard again.