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He pulls back and reaches into his pocket, grabbing a small foil packet. “Got tested this month,” he says, low like he’s sharing a secret. “Haven’t been with anyone since.”

I nod, breathless.

He lowers his pants, then his briefs. And there it is—thick, curved, and so fucking big, I forget how to breathe. He tears open the foil and rolls the condom on, his hands shaking. Then glides the head of his cock over my clit in torturous, slow circles, until I’m squirming, begging for more.

“I want you to feel every inch of me,” he murmurs, dragging the tip down to my ass, circling my hole. He pushes just enough to make me whimper. Then he slides into my pussy slow and deep, stretching me wide open.

Buried inside me, he stills, his eyes locked on mine as he watches me unravel beneath him.

“Fuck,” I gasp, my hands digging into his back.

He moves, each thrust stealing my breath. “You feel so damn good. So fucking unreal.” His voice is raw, his breath hot against my neck.

He fucks me deep and rough, like he owns me. His fingers slide into my ass as his cock slams into me. His body was designed to ruin mine. No matter how he takes me, it feels incredible.

“You like when I fill both your holes, beautiful,” he groans, his thrusts growing more demanding. “When I use your cum to make your ass wet for me.”

Then he flips me back on top of him. “I need you to feel how fucking bad I want you,” he says, holding my hips tightly.

Every touch, every look is pulling me to the edge. “I want you, Dylan,” I cry out, nails digging into his back. “I need you… I…”

“Come for me, beautiful,” he breathes into my ear, his voice thick with possession. “Soak my cock. Give me everything. Every last drop.”

I straddle him, riding him harder. His hands grip my ass and guide every motion, until I’m shaking, ready to let go.

“Fuck yes. You look so fucking good riding my cock.” He grits, his gaze glued to me. “Touch yourself for me. Rub that pretty pussy while I’m deep inside you.”

I moan, fingers moving over my clit. “Right there… Dylan,” I whimper. “Holy fuck. Yes. Right. Fucking. There.”

Pleasure rips through me—all-consuming. It steals every ounce of air from my lungs as we break apart and shatter together.

For a moment, there’s nothing else, no world, no consequences. Just a stolen piece of heaven. A free-fall into a universe where only Dylan exists. And I want to stay lost in it forever.

Still trembling, an uncontrollable laugh escapes me, like it does every time my body releases pure bliss. A weird aftershock of hormones I never know how to explain. Dylan watches me, trying to figure me out as his hands let me go, and I roll over beside him.

The warmth of his touch quickly fades, and the weight of my choices crashes in.

Why does something this perfect, this undeniably right—feel so devastatingly wrong?

And that line I thought I’d never cross? I didn’t step over it. I ran, blasting it open with a fucking torpedo.

Chapter 24: Thirty-Six Fucking Minutes

Dylan: December

Lying next to her, my mind tries to catch up to whatever the hell just happened. What the fuck. No one’s ever responded to me like that. Should I be proud or offended that she couldn’t stop herself from laughing?

“Well, that’s a first,” I mutter, voice rough as I trace slow circles over her hip. “Never had a woman laugh after I made her come that hard.”

“Sorry, I do that sometimes… but that? That was—”

“Fucking unbelievable,” I finish for her. “Tell me you felt that too.”

“No comment.” She smirks, her voice half wrecked, half playful.

“No comment?” I laugh, but something in my chest clenches. For the first time, I care and don’t want to run after sex.

She exhales softly. “I have no words to describe what you just did to me. You sent me screaming to another damn planet.”