Masuk28 - Anything You Want
Dylan
Katie sat on the edge of the plush couch, her body relaxed but taut. Her dark hazel eyes looked inviting, her hair brushing her shoulder.
She wore the black lace bra that I had asked her to. It looked sexy on her but seemed almost too fragile for what I wanted to do to her. The lace barely contained the swell of her breasts, her soft skin glowing under the dim light of the room.
I leaned over her, my cock already heavy and aching. I saw her slender throat bob as she swallowed at the sight of it leaking pre-cum. My hands moved to her sides, gripping firmly as I positioned myself, feeling her tremble.
I had never fucked a pair of tits before—let alone my crush’s. It was a dream come true, and the haze of lust that clouded my mind made me want to pin her on the couch and have my way with her.
Her eyes locked onto mine, burning with something darker and fueling my desire.
28 - Anything You WantDylanKatie sat on the edge of the plush couch, her body relaxed but taut. Her dark hazel eyes looked inviting, her hair brushing her shoulder.She wore the black lace bra that I had asked her to. It looked sexy on her but seemed almost too fragile for what I wanted to do to her. The lace barely contained the swell of her breasts, her soft skin glowing under the dim light of the room.I leaned over her, my cock already heavy and aching. I saw her slender throat bob as she swallowed at the sight of it leaking pre-cum. My hands moved to her sides, gripping firmly as I positioned myself, feeling her tremble.I had never fucked a pair of tits before—let alone my crush’s. It was a dream come true, and the haze of lust that clouded my mind made me want to pin her on the couch and have my way with her.Her eyes locked onto mine, burning with something darker and fueling my desire.
27 - Make MeKatieMy body went still, my breath hitching in my throat.I had never experienced such a thing before. I had read plenty about spanking and BDSM in steamy romance books, but to have Dylan—out of all the people—take me over his lap and spank my ass made arousal pool between my thighs.It was thrilling.I bit my lip to prevent eliciting a moan when his hand slid down my ass, cupping me over the sheer thong that did nothing to hide my desire. His fingers were long and perfect, and I resisted the urge to arch into his touch.“Fuck. You’re so wet, Katie.” Dylan groaned, his voice sending shivers down my spine. “Just from a few little spanks? God, you’re filthier than I ever imagined.”I whimp
26 - CantaloupeDylanKatie’s voice was barely a whisper when she told me to open my eyes.I was an impatient man, but knowing she was standing a few feet away from me, nervous and sexy in her lingerie, made me snap my eyes open, pulling away my hand from my face as soon as she allowed me.And I nearly forgot how to breathe.Katie stood in the soft pink glow of the trial room, her hands fidgeting nervously at her sides, her gaze fixed stubbornly on the floor instead of me. But nothing—not her flushed cheeks or the tremble in her body—could distract me from what she was wearing.White lace. Intricate and deliciously erotic.She looked fucking edible. A virginal angel, if such a being exists.Her bra—if one would call that sheer contraption that—was floral, and my mouth watered at the sight of the dusky peaks pressed against it. Stockings clung to her thi
25 - A Business ExpenseDylanAmanda never came back to the store.Katie frowned at her phone, reading the last message again. “She went to pick up Tina, so…”I tried not to pump the air and feigned sadness. “So, it’s just the two of us now.”She sighed, nodding. “I’ll go pay for the dress.”“What? That’s nonsense,” I said, smoothly grabbing the dress from her hands and heading toward the cashier. “I can’t let a lady pay for such a beautiful dress. Right?”The cashier nodded with a smile.“Moments ago, you said you hated this dress,” Katie pointed out, fishing her tiny wallet from her bag.“What?” I scoffed, slipping my card into the reader before she could argue. “I never said that. I just wanted you to buy more.”“What are you doing? Let me pay&mda
24-DessertKatieAmandahadmadepancakesforbreakfast.Thesmellofbutterandsyrupminglingwiththecrispmorningairwasperfecttowakeupto—minustheanxietycrawlinginmystomach.Weexchangedlightconversation,talkingabouttheweather,thelatestbookswe’dbeenreading,andtherealityloveshowwehadbinge-watchedthenightbefore.JustwhenIstartedfeelingbetter,Dylanappearedinthekitchen.Sweatpantshunglowonhiships,t-shirtclungtohisbroadshoulders,andhishairwastousle
23 - My Dick is BrokenKatieI hummed in my sleep, loving the way the warm pillow was snuggling me. But somehow it was hard in certain places, making me frown.I yawned, my eyes fluttering open, greeted by the sight of a handsome young man bathed in morning light. His face was relaxed, his features soft from sleep. I wondered what kind of dream I had the night before.The… night before?My eyes snapped open to see that it was Dylan sleeping inches away from me. It wasn’t a dream. My heartbeat thundered in my ears when I saw his very muscular chest move slowly. I sighed with relief.My gaze traveled lower, landing on his large hand, casually cupping my breast. I scrutinized him without his playful smirk or teasing eyes gleaming at me.Sunlight streamed lazily through the sheer curtains, highlighting every ridge of his body, casting him as a perfect vision of a sleeping angel. O







