Page 127 of It's About Time
She lets out a moan as I move my fingers against her scalp and tip her head to the side so I can latch onto the skin at her neck with my lips. “Oh…”
“Mmmm…you like that, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
I nibble and lick my way up her throat, keeping my hands buried in her hair. “I want you on all fours, Dilynne. I want to show you the benefit of wearing your hair down.”
Our eyes meet as I reach for the hem of her shirt and lift it over her head. She slides the straps of her bra down her shoulders and then unclasps it, tossing it to the side where our clothes are starting to collect. “Don’t steal that bra, please. It’s one of my favorites.”
“I can buy you another.”
“I don’t want you to.”
“But what if I want to?”
“Elliot…”
“Dilynne…”
She reaches forward and wraps her hand around my cock, rubbing her thumb through my pre-cum. “Fuck me, Elliot. Then we can argue some more.”
I hook my fingers in her shorts, pulling them down her legs along with her underwear, and when I dip my finger through her slit, she’s already soaked. “Get on the bed.”
She does as I say immediately, climbing onto the mattress on her hands and knees, facing the headboard. “Like this? Is this how you want me?”
The sight and sounds of her obeying me nearly make me come on the spot.
I step forward and drag the head of my cock through her slit, making sure to hit her clit over and over again with my barbell before urging her to move forward so I can crawl on the bed behind her. “Fuck yes, baby. Just like this.” Rubbing her ass, I lean over and bite the round flesh, making her gasp. “God, I want to own every inch of you.” My finger rubs across her asshole. “You ever been fucked here?”
“No,” she moans.
“Good. I’ll get to claim that part of you too. Every part of you will be mine, Dilynne.”
She peers at me over her shoulder. “I told you, I don’t belong to anyone.”
I chuckle. “Again, you’re a really bad liar, or you just haven’t accepted it yet. But when you’re screaming around my cock, I’ll make sure you know whose dick is making you come undone.” Bending forward, I lick her pussy, tasting her arousal on my tongue, feeding my addiction to this woman. She lets out a cry that goes straight to my cock and if I’m not careful, this isn’t going to last very long.
“Elliot, please.”
“Already begging?”
“You said you were gonna fuck me.” With narrowed eyes, she looks back at me. “Did you forget how this works? P in V, Elliot. P in—” I slam into her before she can finish, bottoming out inside her and sending her bracing against the headboard.
“Keep running that mouth and you’re going to be fucked for more than one reason, Dilynne.”
Her hands drop to clutch the blanket beneath her as I pound into her, hard and fast, until I find a rhythm that makes her pussy so slick I might just slide right out of her.
“Oh my God!” she cries out.
“That’s it, baby. Take my fucking cock.”
“Elliot…it’s…so…good…”
I reach forward and grab a fistful of her hair, bending her neck back and making her back bow. “This is why you need to wear your hair down, Dilynne.” Her moans fill the room as I thrust hard and deep, smacking her ass a few times to watch her milky skin turn pink right before my eyes. Keeping her hair in my hand, I use it for leverage as I spank her, fuck her, and build her up the way I know she needs me to.
Dilynne likes it hard and fast, but I know that soft and slow with her would be just as incredible.
“Oh God, I’m gonna come,” she warns, so I freeze as soon as I hear her breathing escalate. “Elliot! Why the hell did you stop?”
