Page 64 of Your Last First Kiss

“This isn’t slow,” he groans, rocking his cock into my thigh. “But I don’t want to stop. Please tell me you don’t want me to stop.”

“Don’t—please don’t stop,” I plead.

His hand slides down my side, and I gasp when he cups me through my pajama pants.

“Damn it, Penny,” he says through clenched teeth. “You’re wet for me, aren’t you?”

He grinds the heel of his hand against my clit, and stars erupt behind my eyelids. How is he controlling my body so quickly? I move against his hand, and I’m powerless to stop it. He grins and gives me the friction I need.

My stomach is in knots, and my clit throbs so painfully I could cry. I feel every beat of my heart in that sensitive bundle of nerves.

“I can’t wait to slide my cock into this pretty pussy. I can’t wait to make you mine. To watch you lose your goddamn mind and strangle my dick when you do it.”

My eyes roll to the back of my head. I’ve only ever experienced dirty talk like this in my audiobooks, but they have nothing on Dillon Henry.

Every muscle in my core spasms as my orgasm spirals toward release. I’m so close. So, so close. It works its way through my body, and I just know that it will destroy me.

“Mom?”

Panic seizes in my chest as Landon’s voice grows closer, but only a choked, frustrated sob escapes my throat.

Dillon presses hard against my clit, like he’s demanding my climax, and damn him if it doesn’t wreck me. Right here, pressed up against the door, he pulls an orgasm out of me that makes my vision go blurry, and I’m helpless to do anything but suffer the pleasure of it.

“She’s getting medicine for my headache. She’ll be down in a minute,” I vaguely hear Dillon reply.

“Can we have ice cream?” Landon asks. I can’t tell if he’s truly that far away or if my head is still swimming with pleasure.

But my brain is trying to fight through the fog, telling me my children come first. Not me. I can’t be this selfish. I can’t be what their father is.

Dillon presses against my clit again and grinds the heel of his palm back and forth, picking up the pace.

“She said yes,” he calls to a chorus of cheers, and I’m nearly positive they’re all coming from downstairs.

The upside to living in chaos is that Mari doesn’t make a peep in the room next door.

CHAPTER20

DILLON

Ikeep my palm pressing and sliding against Penny’s fully clothed pussy. I missed her expression when she came because we were almost interrupted, but I’ll never forget the muffled erotic sounds she made just for me. I need to hear them again. We’ll have to talk about this later, but right now, I’m determined to see her when she comes this time.

I’ve never been with anyone this responsive. Is it because of me? Or because she’s been neglected for so long? I want it to be because of me so badly my head spins. The idea of her being neglected makes my neck blaze hot, like it’s being attacked by a million tiny needles.

She’ll never come last again. Not if I have anything to say about it.

“They will always come first, sweetheart. Always.” I grind the words out in time with my hand pressing into her. Her body convulses, and I know she’s close. “But you will also come first to me. Give me what I want. Please.”

Penny’s legs buckle, but I hold her up with my thigh pressed between hers. Her face is pale, and sweat dots her forehead. I crash my mouth to hers and slip my tongue in to savor the taste of her.

Her tongue is hesitant, but the second I find it, I coax it into my mouth and treat it as if it were her clit. I suck and flick mine against it as I pick up speed with my hand. She tastes like dark coffee and even darker promises.

I swallow the sounds of her pleasure and let out a groan when her hands push through my hair to tug on the ends. It sends a spark of pure lust straight to my cock, and my hips jerk in response.

Her heat soaks the cotton pressing against my fingers. I would give anything to strip her bare and bury my face in her sweetness, but I can’t change course until I get her over the edge again.

My wants and needs will always come second.

This is all about her, not me, so I keep going even though my cock roars like it’s wrapped in the most painful vise. I devastate her with my kiss and my palm. My fingers twitch and press to her opening, forcing the cotton to give a little with my thrust.