Glimmer (Glimmer and Glow 1) - Page 22

“Oh God,” she cried out in high-pitched disbelief as he slowly, but surely, slid into her to the hilt. He held her against him, not letting her move. She felt his balls press against her outer tissues. Her breath stuck in her lungs. He stretched her, filled her. He was in her pussy, but he overwhelmed her mind … her very being.

Dylan pushed everything else away.

Yes. This is what she needed. Nothing else existed but him in that moment—Dylan and this frothing, volatile need.

He began to move his hips in a taut, fluid, rapid pumping motion. He groaned harshly. Alice’s mouth fell open in disbelieving pleasure. What was he doing to her? She’d had sex before, but she’d never experienced this. The friction was unbearable. Savage. Sweet. His pelvis slapped against her ass as he pumped harder. Air popped out of her lungs.

“Oh Jesus,” she gasped, her eyelids clenching tight. He held her hips and buttocks firmly in his hands, tilting her pelvis upward slightly, serving her to his pillaging cock. He was ruthless. She gripped the desk tighter, stiffening her arms to brace herself for the impact of him. He continued to fuck her fast and furious using that strong, rhythmic, slightly circular motion of his hips. She rocked back and forth as they crashed together. She pushed back against him, the ache in her mounting. Swelling. The sound of their slapping skin filled her ears.

God, the man knew how to fuck.

“You feel good, baby. Too good,” he rasped from behind her. “Sweet, hot little pussy. It’s going to be hard to go slow with you,” he grated out, his tempo never breaking. He thrust deep and groaned. “Maybe impossible,” he added, sounding angry at his conclusion.

Heat flooded her cheeks and her sex at his illicit words. The friction he built was unbearable. She lost all sense of time or purpose as he took her by storm. The chaotic brew of emotion and lust reached a boiling point, his pounding cock sending her over the edge …

Breaking her.

She shattered in orgasm.

“Fuck,” she heard him mutter. Climax spiked through her flesh, shaking her, and he was lifting her to an almost upright position, her back still slightly tilted forward, his cock lodged high in her. He filled his hands with her breasts and bent his knees. He drove his cock into her in short, powerful jabs. He growled, deep and harsh. Alice’s world quaked. She was a single vibrating nerve of pleasure, her sole purpose to burn. Another wave of climax tore through her as he took his fill of her in that position, pushing her down on his thrusting cock with his hold on her even as he bucked his hips, plunging into her.

He grunted in what sounded like pure frustration.

“I can’t last. You’re too hot, Alice. Hands back on the desk.”

She reached for the edge of the desk blindly, bending over. Her breasts still held fast in his hands, he pumped forcefully. He sank into her and stayed, pressing his testicles tightly against her outer sex. His cock swelled and jerked in her channel. She cried out, anguished by the sensation. His groan started out low. He gripped her breasts tighter, and the groan grew louder, rougher, the harsh, tearing sound filling her ears.

He was coming. His cock filled her so completely that she felt the spasms in his flesh as he emptied himself, the sensation powerful, fierce, and yet somehow sweet. Poignant.

Their ragged breathing twined in the still room. Alice’s head had fallen forward. Her short sweat-dampened hair was plastered against her forehead, neck, and cheeks. She lifted her head, and his hand moved on one of her breasts, his taut hold gentling. A fingertip feathered her nipple. She stifled a cry of dawning misery.

Of renewed arousal.

What did you just do?

“Quiet,” he breathed out, gently touching her nipple again, circling the crown with his fingertip. Had he heard the trapped cry in her throat? “It’s going to be okay,” he said. She wasn’t sure she believed him, but his touch felt so good. She wasn’t ready to come to terms yet with what she’d just done.

You jumped on Durand’s biggest boss, all because you got as freaked out as a child by a distant figure in the woods. You’re not a little girl. You’re a grown woman in excellent physical condition. You’ve been known to occasionally make your worthless uncles and their loser friends squeal in desperate pain.

Had there really been someone behind her? Suddenly, the whole memory seemed surreal, like she’d been pursued by a nightmare.

A phantom.

Dylan opened his hands at the stretch of skin above her breasts, just below her shoulders, and lifted her several inches, pushing her against him. Her back was plastered to the front of him, his cock still skewering her. His hand slid back down over her breasts. He lifted them, cradling them with his palms. He gently pinched her sensitive nipples. She moaned softly, her clit twinging with arousal. One big hand skimmed down her bare belly, lightly caressing her damp skin, making her shiver. He touched her outer sex.

“Dylan …” she protested shakily. She quivered when he slid his forefinger between her labia. He rubbed her lubricated clit. How had he known tension still lingered in her flesh? Here again, he knew precisely what he was doing. “Oh,” she ground out, her body tightening. Christ, it feels good.

“It’s okay,” he rasped from behind her. “It’s going to be okay. Trust me, Alice.”

She moaned. What the hell was she doing here? Not just in Dylan’s arms with his cock embedded in her and his hand working its magic between her thighs … here at Camp Durand. Did she actually think she could ever be accepted?

He’d asked her to trust him, but Alice didn’t trust easily … if at all. It didn’t matter. Dylan was trumping everything, including fear and doubt. Isn’t that why she’d so uncharacteristically, brazenly seduced him?

She was shaking again in climax beneath his sure hand in under a minute, compounding her sins …

Unable to do anything in the moment but submit to the glory of it.

SHE realized with a sinking sensation that while she was nude, save for her socks and shoes, Dylan was almost fully dressed. It seemed to symbolize their whole encounter, Alice realized as she scuttled for her discarded clothing a few minutes later. Alice had been caught red-handed in the midst of her naked vulnerability, while Dylan had exposed only what was required to silence her panicked frenzy.

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