Damaged and the Bulldog (Damaged #6)

“Hell yeah, you do,” he said, sucking at my lips.

The feel of him filling and stretching me brought on a powerful panic. As if sensing my fear, Dylan paused once I was full. His finger teased my nipples and let me adjust to the feel of him.

“You’re so sexy,” he whispered. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

Lifting my hips, I smiled at the way he groaned. “You’re Dylan and this is my choice.”

“Tell me you want me.”

“I want you, Dylan. You feel perfect inside me.”

I wasn’t lying either. I knew the man on top of me was Dylan. He was the one moving inside me. I loved Dylan and wasn’t afraid.





Chapter Twenty Six ~ Dylan


Winnie laughed when she orgasmed. The first time it happened, I was startled. Normally, a chick laughing in bed was a bad sign of a guy’s ability. Winnie sounded joyous though. She clung to me and giggled until tears ran down her face. I kissed them away while moving faster inside her.

“I love you,” I whispered in her ear as I came hard.

Legs wrapped around my hips, Winnie giggled again. She was so happy that I laughed too. The sound of her joy was infectious. Winnie didn’t want to let me go, but I finally climbed off her.

Immediately, she was in my arms, her hand caressing everything in reach until settling on my cock.

“That was so amazing. You’re mine and I’m keeping you.”

Laughing, I wrapped an arm around her while she stroked me. “I’m your slave, Winona Todds.”

“I was so nervous that I’d remember bad stuff. Instead, I stayed here with you the whole time.”

“You were perfect,” I murmured, kissing her softly. “I’m proud of you too. I should warn you though. If you keep stroking my cock like that, I’m going to need you again.”

“That’s the plan. I want to feel good again. I deserve that,” she said, revealing a hint of anger. “I gave other people pleasure. They took and never gave me anything. I thought it would never be any different, but you’re special. You’re my chance and I want more.”

My cock grew hard and long from her steady stroking. Winnie watched me in the darkness and we shared a smile.

When my hand teased her soft round ass, Winnie sighed. “Touch me,” she whispered, pressing my other hand on her tit. “Make me beg for it.”

Smiling, I rolled her nipple between my fingers until Winnie turned to liquid against me.

“Dylan,” she whimpered. “Please.”

“There’s the begging I was waiting for,” I said, resting her onto her back. “Winnie, you are so wet.”

“I want you inside me,” she moaned as I stroked her with my cock.

“Help me put on the condom,” I said. “Your fingers feel so good on my cock.” Winnie rolled the condom over my erection. “See how hard you make me, baby?”

Winnie lifted her gaze from my cock to my face. Smiling, she wiggled her hips, waiting for me to fill her. Her expression shifted from excited anticipation to pure bliss.

More than once, Winnie gasped in the darkness. Was she in pain or scared? Were her past memories causing her to lose control? Whenever I stopped though, she caressed a part of me and even squeezed my ass. Then I knew she was losing control in the best way.

Winnie was perfection and I couldn’t get enough of her. The intoxicating flavor of her skin and lips made me crazy. Her wet pussy clenched at my cock, wanting more. Winnie whimpered for me to fuck her harder when she knew I was close to coming.

Twice, I thought we should rest. I didn’t want to push Winnie too far. Her hands teased my cock while her lips sucked at skin. Winnie was irresistible and I couldn’t deny her. Though the lights remained off, we explored and fucked until exhausted.

I waited until Winnie fell asleep before closing my eyes. My neighbors were having a party next door which I didn’t notice until I tried to sleep. Earlier, my focus remained on Winnie, her every curve, what made her body squirm, how to make her come for me. With her resting comfortably, I grew annoyed by the steady beat of the stereo.

Eventually, I stopped worrying about the noises next door and listened to Winnie’s soft breathing. Her hair smelled like flowers and I cuddled closer until sleep took me too.

Hours passed and the party ended long before I heard Winnie crying out in the dark room. Switching on the light, I tried to wake up enough to understand what she was saying.

“I’m here,” she whimpered. “I’m here.”

“Winnie, it’s okay,” I said, wrapping her shaking body in my arms. “Do you want me to call your parents?”

“I’m here,” she said, looking at me with wide frightened eyes. “I’m here.”

“I see you,” I said, panicked at how to fix the terror in her eyes. “You’re Winnie Todds and I see you.”

Winnie stared at me until her breathing slowed. “I live in Ellsberg. I have a family.”

“Yes,” I said, wiping her forehead. “Do you want me to get your Cookie Monster?”

“You’re Dylan. You love me.”