Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
Dylan
I’m on her when the dress hits the floor.
My cock is throbbing inside the constraint of my pants. My heart is hammering so hard that I expect my chest to split open down the middle.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I tug her against me, wrapping my arms around her.
The sight of those perfect tits in the black lace bra she’s wearing, and the matching panties almost sent me over the edge.
The last time I shot my load in my boxer briefs I was seventeen-years-old.
That was sixteen fucking years ago.
“Kiss me,” she murmurs.
I lower my mouth to hers, taking a second to run my tongue over the seam of her plump lips.
She moans into the kiss. It’s not coming from a place of need. I’ve heard enough of those sounds to recognize the difference between need and want.
This woman wants me just as much as I want her.
She doesn’t need me, so why in the hell do I feel like I need her?
The kiss breaks when her teeth clamp down on my lower lip.
I welcome the pain. I welcome anything she gifts me with.
“Take me to bed,” she demands in a whisper.
I pick her up. Her legs wrap around me. Her ankles cross at the base of my back.
I can feel the heat coming from her skin. I can sense how wet those lace panties are.
I turn us around but stop when her lips find mine again.
This time the kiss is intense and deep. Her tongue slides against mine, fighting for control.
I don’t give in. I take more, wrapping my hand around the back of her head, tugging her even closer.
She sucks in a deep breath when I pull back.
Her long eyelashes bat as a smile curves her mouth. “You can kiss.”
I stare into her beautiful eyes. “The bed.”
“Take me there.” Her lips trail a path over my jaw. “Now, Dylan.”
I steal one last kiss before I take a step forward.
I stop in place.
Where the fuck is my bedroom?
I chuckle when I realize that she’s kissed all sense out of me. I turn us around again.
“What’s so funny?” she asks, tapping my shoulder with her fingernail.
I want those nails digging into my skin when I’m inside of her. I want her to mark me. I want the pain to linger for days so I don’t forget her.
I shake the thought away with a heavy sigh.
I always forget them.
I can’t remember the name of the woman I fucked last week or the one I took to bed the week before that.
Maybe it’s best that I don’t know this woman’s name. I fear I’d never forget it and there’s only room in my memory for one name.
“Dylan?” The woman wrapped around me lures my attention with a drag of her fingernail over my shoulder and down my bicep. “Are you all right?”
I’ll never be all right.
I’m fine. I’m okay. I’m put together enough that I can fuck this woman into tomorrow and leave her with a memory of a man named Dylan who gave her a night to remember.
I answer her with a hard press of my mouth to hers before I carry her down the hallway and into my bedroom.
One round with her won’t be enough.
She’s on her back on my bed. Her light brown hair surrounds her head and shoulders like a halo.
This woman is no angel.
I’d call her the devil, but she’s far from that.
She’s a savior.
She was sent to save me from the hell that I’ve been living in for the past fifteen years.
Even if my salvation lasts only tonight, I’ll fall to my knees in gratitude.
I toe out of my shoes, rip off my socks, and drop my pants.
The bulge inside my boxer briefs catches her eye immediately. I’m long and thick. The only measure that matters to me is the degree of pleasure the women I’ve been with have experienced.
I know I have an impressive cock. I’ve heard it enough times that there’s no reason for humility.
I slide my boxer briefs down.
Her tongue glides over her bottom lip. At any other time, with another woman, I’d take that as an invitation.
I’d crawl onto the bed and shove my dick between a pair of eager lips, but I want my lover tonight to experience what I can do for her.
I won’t be greedy with this woman.
I rest a knee on the bed and look down at her. “Undo your bra.”
She nods in response. Her hands jump to the clasp at the front. She fumbles with it briefly before it lets go and her ample tits spill out.
I lower my mouth to her right nipple. Taking it between my teeth, I lick it slowly with the tip of my tongue.
Her breath catches. I sense her holding back a moan. It’s there in the arch of her back and the graze of her hand over the skin of my neck.
I focus on the other breast, gliding my tongue over her soft flesh until I bite that nipple. I’m not tender this time.
“My panties,” she whimpers. “Take them off.”
“Take them off,” I repeat back.
I want her to undress for me. Her body is a gift, and I want her to unwrap it.
She moves to slide the triangle of black lace down her legs.
I’m transfixed. I can’t take my eyes away from her body.
She rubs her thighs together before her legs open. Her cunt is perfectly pink and wet.
I crave a taste. I want to lap at her until she can’t form any word but my name.
Her fingers glide over her cleft. “I need you inside of me now.”
I stare at her hand; at the way her delicate fingers circle her clit. I could sit here, with my dick pulsing with need and watch her get herself off.
I could, but I won’t.
I move quickly, shifting on the bed until I’m facing the nightstand. I dump the box of condoms that sits in plain view. My hand grabs for one.
I rip the packet open, sheath my cock, and turn back to the sight of this gorgeous woman laid open and bare for me.
Pushing between her legs, I look down at her. “This is just the beginning. You’re mine for the night.”
I thrust into her. It’s so hard and sudden that she cries out.
I take her in long strokes, the pace building, the raw need surfacing until the bed shakes beneath us and she comes with a moan that wraps itself around me so tightly that it drives me into an intense orgasm that steals everything from me but this moment in time with this woman.