to say, but he broke off with a moan as I closed my mouth over his tip. I wasn't a total amateur at giving head—Dylan had given me plenty of practice over our past engagements—but it had always been him initiating it.
I made it my mission to make him forget my weird mood or, at least, ignore it. My tongue rolled over his silken flesh, tasting the salty slickness of his pre-cum. He let out a low groan, his fingers threading into my hair as I took him deeper into my mouth and sucked.
The way his breath caught and the way his hands tightened in my hair, it was satisfying as all hell. The fact that I held some measure of power over such a powerful man, that I was the one who made his pulse race and his hips buck... it was intoxicating.
I couldn't take all of him in my mouth—he was just too damn big and I was too inexperienced—so I wrapped my hand around his base as I worked him over as deeply as I could. He never complained, so I figured I must be doing a decent enough job of it.
His grip on my hair tightened a moment later, though, and he tugged me up from my knees. We often needed no words, just knew what each other wanted and needed intuitively. Right now? He wanted my cunt.
I stood between his spread knees, balancing my hands lightly on his strongly muscled shoulders as he stripped my lace panties down my legs and bared my most intimate place to him. Thank fuck for the near darkness so he wouldn't see me blush. Again. He'd teased me for it before, and I was trying so hard to be more comfortable, more confident. But... it wasn't easy.
His long fingers trailed up my inner thighs, coaxing my legs to part, then stroked over my already aching core.
"So fucking sexy," he murmured under his breath as he sank his middle finger inside, making me gasp. "You're always so ready for me, Serena."
I cringed at the use of my fake name, but it was better than the alternative. Better than him knowing I was really just plain, eighteen-year-old Brooklyn Lawson... or that he'd taken my virginity when I was only seventeen.
"What can I say?" I forced a teasing laugh into my voice, adopting the sexy personality of "Serena" and pushing aside Brooklyn. "I'm addicted to you, Dylan. I get wet the second you tell me you're in town."
The city lights from outside lit up the room just enough that I could see his full lips curve in a pleased smile. His finger slipped further inside me, and my fingers flexed against the strong muscles of his shoulders as I whimpered. He just gave a soft chuckle, then encouraged me to straddle his lap where he sat on the side of the bed.
He wanted me to ride him, and I wasn't arguing as I settled my weight on my knees and waited for him to line up with my center. His thick cock always took a bit of stretching to accommodate, but I was no quitter and knew from experience it'd be well worth it in just a few moments.
"You okay, babe?" he asked in a deep rumble when I sucked in a sharp breath and dug my fingernails into his skin.
I jerked a nod, forcing myself to relax, and sank down further onto his dick. More often than not, he put me on top for our first fuck of the night so I could set my own pace in taking his cock. It was kind of sweet, and he always checked if I was okay.
Biting my lip, I lowered myself farther onto him. A moment later, my ass met his thighs, and I let out the heavy exhale of the breath I'd been holding.
Dylan just grabbed my face with one of his huge hands to bring my lips to his and kissed me hard. Our tongues tangled up, and his soft lips worshipped my mouth in a way that made my whole body quake. By the time he’d moved to my neck, I was panting and squirming with his thick cock fully seated in my throbbing cunt.
"Dylan..." I groaned, winding my arms around his neck and pushing up with my quads. One thing all my ballet classes had proven good for: My leg strength came in all kinds of handy when I was on top.
He just mumbled incoherent encouragement as I started