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“Oh, God….More, Dylan. Harder!”

I retreat again, and this time, she meets my thrust. She looks up
and meets my gaze, and I can’t break away from the look in her eyes. She raises
her right hand up toward my head, so I lean over her further, never breaking
rhythm, our lips collide in a hungry kiss with tongues thrusting to the pace of
our fucking.  She breaks away and moves her lips to my ear, “I want more.”

I answer her with a low growl and a harder thrust.  I can feel her
tightening around me in a rhythmic pattern signaling that she’s getting close.
My balls tighten answering the same call, the need to come inside her. I dip my
head to her breast and bite down on her pebbled nipple hard before smoothing
out the pain with my tongue. Then move to the other one.  This time, I bite down,
and Brooke screams
my fucking name
and stills. I pause my thrust and
savor the squeeze of her swollen pussy around my aching cock.  I grit my teeth
at the fucking perfection of this moment and after three more hard thrust and
my own shout out I give her body my weight. I have never come this hard, ever. 
I know I have to be crushing her against the hard hood of the car, but my
muscles won’t cooperate, and I don’t want to move from her body.  Her limbs and
pussy continue contracting around me keeping me prisoner to her. Finally, when
I raise my eyes to her face my mind stills while still running with a million
thoughts.  However, the one that stands out among them all, as I look into the
face of the woman who just came perfectly undone beneath me is that I’m in
trouble. This night, even though it has to be, is never going to be enough.

If I fucked three women a day for the rest of my life, I know I
would never find this perfection.

Brooke

I accept the weight of Dylan’s body and try to regulate my
breathing back to normal. I’ve never experienced sex like this.  I’ve never
achieved the heights of passion I just experienced. Then again, I’ve never been
with a man like Dylan, and I know without a doubt that I never will again. That
thought saddens me.  I don’t at all regret coming home with him, crossing all
boundaries of professionalism with him, having the most amazing experience of
my life with him.  What is making me feel so sad right now is that it’s only
this one time, and I know I want more, as impossible as it is, I want it all.

Dylan lifts his head, and his gaze meets my own.  Whatever is working
in the depths of his eyes is intense, of course, it could be from how hard he
came.  I know this because I absorbed each thrust that felt like he could split
me in two. It’s not surprising that the smallest of cognitive function is
difficult for either of us. I see a fleeting look of regret flash across his
face, which surprises me and scares me.  I know we both wanted this.  He’s made
no secret of the fact that he’s wanted to sleep with me, so maybe I just
imagined it.

Then he grins that sexy way only he can, and
I’m sure that regret I thought I saw was all my insecurities. I
grin back at him, and his gets even bigger.

“As soon as my muscles regain memory I’ll get off of you; then
we’re moving this celebration inside to my room.”  He leans down to kiss me
long and slow.  “Shit Brooke, I don’t know whether to say that this was worth
the wait or why in the fuck didn’t we do this sooner.”

I laugh which causes the walls of my pussy to contract around
where he’s still inside me, and it causes us both to groan. He starts to pull
out, but I squeeze his cock harder, not wanting to let him go.  He moans low
and deep and falls back into me. “Like that?” I ask teasingly.

“I’m going to take care of this condom, get you to my room, and
then make you pay for that,” he warns.

“Oooh, I like that threat as long as you back it with a promise.” 
He gently pulls out of me, and the move makes me gasp and moan. It’s been a
long time, and he’s managed to work muscles that I forgot existed and some I
didn’t even know existed. Of course, he doesn’t let this pass.

“Sore, baby?”

“Uh, yeah. It’s been a while, and you’re, well….you’re really….” I
gesture at his cock with my hands.

“Big, hung, well endowed, huge?” He teases.

“Shut up. Now you’re being cocky.” I watch him break out into
boisterous laughter at my unintentional blunder of words, and it’s a glorious
site. “Shit, I walked right into that one didn’t I?” I drop my face in my hands
and shaking my head back and forth.

Dylan pulls my hands away still smiling down at me.  “Yeah, you
did. But you’re right. I’m incredibly cocky.” After he tosses the condom in a trash
can, he leans down and picks up my dress before handing it to me before
retrieving his jeans and shirt.  I blush remembering how I ripped it open
because I was too turned on to work the buttons.  I can’t remember a time when
I was so impatient to touch someone and for them to fuck me. Needless to say, I
was so worked up I lost my damn mind.

After I’ve pulled my dress on, sans underwear, because Dylan had
his moment of impatience as well, I take a long slow look at him. Now I want to
hurry this along and get him inside where I can take my time to explore more
thoroughly all the tattoos marking his skin as well as the many dips and valleys
of each muscle working under his tanned skin.

Dylan grabs my hand and leads me to the side door of the garage to
the outside door leading into the kitchen.  We enter silently and pause as we
reach the living room.  Cassie, Michael, Luke, and Gabby are spread out all
over the living room, all fast asleep with some New Year’s Eve after party
playing on the television.  Toby lifts his head briefly from beside Gabby
before he lays it back down and goes back to sleep. I look up at Dylan
questioningly, and he must read the hesitation on my face.  I hadn’t planned on
running into any of the kids.

Before I can even voice my concern, he places a finger over my
lips and shakes his head.  With a hand on my back, he urges me on.  When we get
to the hall where the bedrooms are located, he leads me to his master suite,
which thankfully is on the other end and very isolated from Gabby and Michael’s
rooms.

He lets us in then turns and locks the door behind him.  Then he
begins stalking me backward.  “You know you’re going to have to be a lot quieter
than you were out there, don’t you?”

I bite down on my bottom lip and nod.  His eyes drop to my mouth,
and see he’s already hard again. 
Oh, good. Time for round two.
  The
stalking continues until the backs of my legs hit his bed which sits kind of
high, so he reaches around me and lifts me with his hands under my bare ass
until I’m sitting on the edge. He leans in and begins kissing me but breaks it
right before it gets out of control to remove my dress, and I help by raising
my ass.

I reach out and tug on the fly of his jeans, and the buttons give
easily despite the sizeable bulge of his erection. I push his jeans down just
past his magnificent ass, thank God he didn’t put his boxers back on. Then
lifting my right leg and use the stiletto heel of my boots to ease them all the
way down so he can step out of them. He’s standing naked in front of me with
his hard length literally in front of my mouth. I’m so wet right now that I can
feel it beginning to coat my inner thighs.

I reach both hands to encircle his cock giving a couple of firm
tugs.  Pre-cum drips from the head, and there’s nothing left to do but taste
him.  This is something that I’ve never enjoyed and something I definitely
never initiated, but I feel the need to have Dylan’s taste in my mouth. As soon
as my lips wrap around him his hands come up to cup the sides of my head as his
goes back emitting a harsh growl. I look up to watch him as I work his cock in
and out of my mouth as much as I can take. He’s stunning in the throes of
passion.

I can tell he’s fighting off his orgasm, no doubt wanting to fuck
me again, and since I want the same thing, as much as I want him to come in my
mouth, I don’t push. I slow my pace and savor the feel and flavor of him on my
tongue as well as the size of him stretching my jaw. As vulnerable of a
position as I am in, I feel nothing but powerful right now. When he can’t take anymore,
he pulls out of my mouth and pushes me back on the bed scooting me to the
center.

He backs away from me and grabs one leg pulling the boot off
before lifting the other and doing the same. After dropping them on the floor,
he crawls on hands and knees between my legs to join me.  His big body looms
over my smaller effectively trapping me under him.  He takes one of my hard
nipples in his mouth and sucks hard.  I barely restrain the scream from
escaping me, and then he moves to the other and does it again. My hips arch
toward him as I reach up and clasp his shoulders then up to entangle in his
hair. 
God, this man is good.
  I’m not feeling so confident at being
able to stay quiet. I’m panting from trying to absorb the pleasure and pain as
well as trying to hold back the sounds that are backing up inside me.  He gives
an evil little chuckle. “Now that I know what a talented little mouth you have,
babe, it’s only fair that I show you mine.  But you better hold on to
something, and remember, you have to be quiet.”

He proceeds to nip, suck, and lick his way down to my belly button
where he spends a long moment with his tongue mimicking what I hope his cock
does later on to my pussy. When he moves down more, his grip on my hips tighten,
and his head lifts from my body. “Don’t stop,” I beg. I try to squirm beneath
his hold, but he’s too strong.  When I look down, I see what’s captured his
attention.

“This right here is like a cherry on my favorite ice cream
sundae.”  Then he bends and traces the lines of the checkered flag tattooed
just above my pubic mound. My head falls back, and I moan, I don’t know how
quiet it is, but I hope it doesn’t wake the kids. “Baby, that is the sexiest
thing I’ve ever seen, and I’m so turned on right now I could come.  But that’s
not happening until you come for me, twice.” His lips continue downward, and I
can feel his harsh breaths against the wetness of my swollen pussy.

He grabs the back of my thighs and turns us, so we’re lying on the
bed the right way. “Reach up and grab the headboard, and don’t let go,” he
lowers.  His mouth goes back between my trembling thighs, and then latches onto
my clit, sucking as much of it as he can between his lips. My hips jerk sharply
in reaction, but he’s holding them firmly forcing me to take everything he’s
doing to my tender swollen flesh.

I whimper helplessly against the onslaught of his tongue, teeth,
and lips as they unleash pleasure so intense I nearly black out from the
sensations coursing through me.  “Dylan,” I whisper-shout, trying my best to
stay as quiet as I can. His tongue plunges inside me over and over; then he
retreats to lick away the juices escaping from my core.  My head thrashes back
and forth while my hands grip the head of the bed, hanging on for dear life. 
My muscles strain so hard my body trembles under him.  His tongue licks from my
opening to my clit over and over before he ends with his teeth tugging on my clit
and sucking it inside the wetness of his mouth.

“Let go and come for me, Brooke.  I want to feel you come against
my tongue.” My breathing stops and my legs squeeze together tightly trapping
Dylan’s head between my quaking thighs. His tongue moves down to my entrance,
and I feel him licking away all the juices that escaped during my orgasm. When
he’s satisfied he’s cleaned it all away he moves swiftly up my body and kisses
me.  I can taste myself on his lips and tongue as he takes control of my mouth.
“That’s one,” he says smugly. “I could get off just watching you come, but I
intend to come inside you.” I start to remove my hands, but he orders me to
keep them there.  Instead, I bring up my legs and wrap them around his trim
waist to pull him into me.

“Then do it,” I tell him.  “I need to feel you inside me again,
Dylan.” Reaching down he grabs my leg behind the knee and lifts it tightly to
the side of my body, and then lines his cock up toward my opening which is
again saturated from arousal.  He pushes in, stretching me.  It burns, but I
welcome it. Then he stops.
What? Nooo.

“Shit, condom.”

“I’m on the pill, don’t stop.” I’m not too proud to beg right now,
and I’m clearly not thinking straight.

“I’ve never gone without one, Brooke.” He shakes his head like
he’s unsure.

“I’m clean, and I’ve never gone without one either, but I understand
if you’re uncomfortable,” I reassure him with a smile.  I start to relax and
remove my leg from around his waist, but he changes plans.

“Fuck it….just fuck it,” he growls. He pushes back against me and
slips easily inside because I’m that wet.  Once he bottoms out, he stills for a
moment while we both savor the sensation of him being inside me
raw.
A
first for both of us.  “Shit, Brooke.  I can’t hold back.  Please say you’re
ready.”

“Move, Dylan,” encourage.  Then I move my hips further inviting
him to get on with it.  My leg around him loosens giving him room to pull back,
which he does, right before he plunges back inside me, hitting the back of my
pussy deliciously.  Nerve endings inside me are absorbing every part of his
cock as he begins a slow and deep rhythm.  Every few strokes he follows with a
mind blowing rotation of his hips against mine which keeps a steady beat
against my clit.  I can feel the need to come again building quickly.  “Dylan,
I’m close, so close.  Don’t stop, please, please don’t stop.”

He kisses me long and wet. “Don’t you dare hold back.  Give it up
to me, Brooke.” His head lowers to my sensitive nipple and gives one a sharp
nip with his teeth, and it’s just enough to cause my detonation.  My orgasm
rips through me, again stealing my muscle control and breath, but this time, my
sight disappears as well. Then my body begins a slight convulsion that I have
no control over.

Dylan continues to thrust into me chasing his release. “So good.
So fucking good. Goddamn, it’s never been this fucking good,” he chants against
my neck over and over. I lower my arms to his back, and just as they make
contact he hits something deep inside me causing a sharp pain that’s just as
quickly replaced with pleasure.  My nails dig deeply into the flesh covering
the strong muscles of his waist as I come again.  He stops moving and lifts his
head from my neck.  I open my eyes and look up into his. “That’s three, babe.”
Then he pulls out and rolls me to my stomach.

My muscles are jelly right now after three of the strongest
orgasms of my life, four if you count the one in the garage. 
Holy shit,
that’s more orgasms than I’ve ever had with a man before. And these were all in
one night.  Dylan is a certifiable sex god, creator of orgasms.

His strong hands lift me at my waist so my butt is in the air and
he’s kneeling behind me. I doubt I have anything left in me to give, but he
obviously feels different. “I’m going for my personal best tonight, Brooke. 
Now I want one more from you,” he says leaning over my back to speak in my
ear.  His tone is dark and seductive, and surprisingly my body responds no
matter how lethargic I’m feeling right now.