Until Ashlyn
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“Dillon.” My hands move through his hair and my hips lift off the bed, offering myself up to him without thinking about anything but the way his tongue, lips, and teeth feel as he fucks me with his mouth. “Oh, God. Oh, God, I’m going to come,” I pant, feeling my toes curl into the bedding and my hands grip his hair. The touch of his finger rimming just the inside of my entrance sends me over, shouting his name as I go.
Feeling him kiss my inner thigh then my belly, over my breasts then shoulder, I come back to myself lazily.
“Tell me you want me.” Looking into my eyes while his hand moves between my legs and his fingers slide though my folds, I know I’ll give him anything. “Tell me you want me as badly as I want you.”
“I want you,” I hiss, feeling the very large head of his cock at my entrance, and then watch his eyes drop between us before my eyes do the same, and I know I need to tell him. “I—”
Oh, God, too late… way too late. I bite my lip as he fills me, stretching me.
“Tight, so goddamn tight.” He pushes in farther and his jaw clenches.
“Hold on. Please, hold on,” I breathe, and his body stills above me as his eyes search mine.
“What’s wrong?”
“I just need a minute.” I squeeze my eyes closed, feeling like an idiot.
“Baby.” His fingers slide along my jaw and cheekbone, into my hair. “Do you want to stop?” he asks gently, making tears sting my nose.
“God, no.” He feels good, so good. But he’s huge, way bigger than any of my toys. “You’re just big. So big.” I wiggle my hips and he hisses out a breath, grabbing my waist.
“Don’t say that shit when I’m inside of you,” he groans, dropping his forehead to mine.
“I have to tell you something, but please don’t be mad.”
“Christ, what now?” He pulls back, gritting his teeth.
“Stop being a jerk and let me talk.” I smack his shoulder and he looks down at me, thrusting in another inch.
“Never mind. I don’t want to know.”
“What?” I moan, wrapping my legs around his hips as he slides in a little more.
“If it’s going to piss me off, I don’t want to know.” He slides out then back in, and my back arches off the bed as his thick cock fills every inch of me.
“You’re such a dick!” I cry out as he tosses my leg over his shoulder, changing the angle of his thrust.
“I don’t give a fuck about that either.” He drops his mouth, covering mine and stealing my reply—not that I have time to think about that as his mouth leisurely travels down my neck to my breast, which he pulls and sucks until I’m once again shouting his name and hearing mine groaned from his lips as we both come.
“Ash, we need to get up. We’ve already missed the conference this morning, and I have to speak in two hours at the next one.”
“You have to speak, not me.” I pull the pillow over my head in an attempt to drown him out, along with the fact I married and slept with him then spent the last two hours cuddled into his chest like a damn puppy.
“You’re coming with.”
“I’m not.” I roll to my stomach.
“You are.” He tugs the pillow away then rolls me to my back, looming over me. “What do you want for breakfast? I’ll order up, and we’ll eat before we go down.”
Okay, this is getting really weird, and I wonder if he didn’t get a concussion at some point last night. “I think we need to talk about what happened, about what we’re going to do.”
“Not this again.” He sighs, looking over my head.
“It’s kinda a big deal!” I cry, and his hand slides between my legs, cupping me.
“We got married, consummated that marriage, and now we need to get to work. If we didn’t have to deal with work shit, we would spend the rest of the weekend in this bed.”
Feeling my eyes grow wide, I breathe, “You’ve lost it, totally lost it.”
“Tell me that you haven’t been feeling this pull between us. Tell me that I’m the only one who feels this, and I’ll get up and walk away. I’ll even call a lawyer myself and have our marriage dissolved by tomorrow.”
Oh, God, I want to tell him that I haven’t felt it, that I don’t know what he’s talking about, but I do. I’ve felt it since the moment we met. A pull toward him, like the universe had tied a string between us, linking us together. But I never knew he felt it. “You can’t. I know you can’t, because it’s been there since the beginning.”
“We got married. Married. That’s more than us just dating and seeing how things go, Dillon.”
“Yep, and now it will take a lot more than you just walking away to get rid of me.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” I frown.
“You date all the damn time, baby. I’ve seen you run men off for not wearing the proper socks or for parting their hair the wrong way.”
“Excuse me?” I have never done that, not once. Okay, yes, I’m a little picky, but what woman isn’t?
“Just saying, it will be a lot harder for you to drop me, now that you have my last name.”
“You’re crazy,” I breathe, and his face moves close enough that his lips brush mine.
“No, I’ve finally got you where I want you.” He grins, and my heart rate speeds up.