Dylan #2
I guided her away from the wall and over to the bed where I bent her over.
I lifted her dress and pushed her panties to the side.
Running my cock through her wetness, I reached into the drawer of the nightstand and grabbed a condom, ripped it open, and slid it on me.
I pushed into her as she let out another loud moan as I buried myself inside of her.
“You still not going to come?” I questioned through clenched teeth as I bent over her.
She fisted the blankets on the bed as I pounded into her.
“You still not turned on?”
“Oh god,” she cried.
“Tell me it feels good,” I demanded, knowing full well she was getting closer.
She hissed as she fisted the blankets.
I reached around and pinched her nipples as I drove myself deep into her. I could already feel her tightening around me.
“Are you close?” I questioned, breathing hard.
She nodded as I continued to pinch and pull on her nipples.
“Say it.”
“I’m close,” she cried as she breathed hard.
“Do you want to come?” I questioned, slowing my pace.
“Yes.”
“Should I rub your clit?” I asked.
“Please,” she moaned, almost begging me.
Placing one hand on her shoulder, I pulled her back against me, forcing myself even deeper inside of her.
I reached around and began stroking her clit, enjoying the feeling of her tightening around me.
She began moaning and finally lowered her hand and placed it on top of mine, moving hers in pace with me.
I could feel the base of my spine tightening, but there was not a chance in hell I was going to come before she did. I picked up my pace, rubbing her clit faster as I continued pumping into her.
In seconds, I felt her tighten around me and a flood of wetness as she finally buried her face into the mattress and screamed as her orgasm flooded her body. The second that happened, I too felt my release. I placed my hand on the bed and braced myself as my orgasm ripped through my body.
In those seconds, everything fell away. I’d forgotten that the only thing separating us from a house full of people was the door to my old bedroom.
I pulled myself from her, grabbed a tissue from the box, and quickly removed the condom and placed it into the wastepaper basket.
I turned away from her and took a quick second to adjust myself and do up my pants and belt.
When I turned around, she’d already fixed her dress and stood there, looking at me.
I didn’t give her a second to say anything. “What’s your number?”
“Why?”
“Just give me your number,” I said, opening up a contact card and turning the phone toward her so she could put her number in. “Don’t think of giving me the wrong number, either. I don’t want to call and ask your mother for it, or worse, your brother.”
She looked up at me, rolled her eyes, and quickly hit the delete button, starting over again.
Once she handed my phone back to me, I quickly opened a message and sent her a text. The moment I saw her screen light up with my number, I knew it had gone through.
“Why did you do that?”
I chuckled before bringing my hand to her cheek and sliding it into her hair, bringing her lips to mine.
“Because after that…you are going to want to call me. It will torture you to wait, just like it’s tortured me for nine months after our first time together.”
Aurora looked at me, her cheeks still pink, her chest still rising and falling in rapid succession. “No, I won’t.”
“Mmmm, I beg to differ. I say I’ll hear from you before the week is out.”
I didn’t wait for her to fight me. I went over to the door, opened it, and stepped out into the hall and made my way over to a group of guys that I normally spoke with.
It was only a matter of minutes before I saw Aurora come around the corner from the hallway.
She glanced in my direction, looking like she was going to come over to me, but then she spotted the girl she’d been with earlier and pulled her off in the opposite direction. Now all I had to do was wait.
About S.L. Sterling
USA Today Bestselling Author S.L. Sterling writes the kind of romance that makes you stay up way past your bedtime — swoon-worthy love stories packed with heat, heart, and happily-ever-afters.
From the irresistible Malone Brothers to the fierce athletes of the Vancouver Dominators and the charming small-town world of Willow Valley, her books span contemporary romance, sports romance, and holiday love stories that keep readers coming back for more.
A proud southern Ontario, Canada girl, S.L.
fell in love with storytelling early and never looked back.
After taking a writing course from one of her favourite authors, she turned that lifelong passion into her debut novel, It Was Always You — and she's been creating happily-ever-afters ever since.
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