Page 17 of Midnight Roots

"Leave the panties on," he moans.

I nod and rest back, spreading my legs a little wider.

He lines up his cock to my wet pussy and rubs the head of it between my folds. The way it spreads my lips causes me to groan again. I can feel the tug of my panties as they're pushed to the side.

"I've never had someone so thick," I murmur.

"I've never had someone so beautiful," he says, leaning down to kiss me as he slowly inches his way into me. I whimper into his mouth, and he moves a little slower, but I canfeel he's holding back from what he wants to do. What I want him to do. I break the kiss.

"Don't hold back, never hold back with me."

He nods and pushes into me. He isn't long, but his thickness more than makes up for it, and he reaches the perfect spot. I groan out as he starts to move his hips.

"Dillon," he groans, leaning down to kiss me again.

I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back, lost in the passionate throws of sex. I move my hips with his as best I can, considering the angle we're at, but that doesn't stop him from reaching down to thumb my clit while we move. I cry out, but it's swallowed by the kiss.

He moves his thumb faster and his hips harder, and I can feel a pressure building up in my nether regions. I cry out again, dizzy withpleasure as he doesn't stop. I can feel an orgasm ripping through me and can't think of anything else other than the fact I'm coming on this guy's hard dick that's still pile-driving me into the seat.

He continues to move his thumb and hips, and I break the kiss to cry out loudly. The silent cries he swallows are no longer enough for me. I clench around his cock, and I hear him murmur something. Then suddenly, he slows his pace, and then he buries himself deep inside of me. A warmth pooling within me lets me know he's ejaculated.

Thank God I'm on the pill.

Chapter Fourteen

Heston

I pull out of her slowly as my dick goes limp. Given a chance, I'd probably get rock-hard again and have another round. I sit back and fix my pants, breathing hard.

"You okay?" I ask.

She adjusts her panties and dress and sits once again like a lady. "That was amazing."

"Thank you," I chuckle. "I try my best to please."

"Oh, I'm pleased," she says. "Very pleased with my care."

"I better get you home. It's getting late," I say, throwing the truck into gear and reversing. "I'll come to see you tomorrow at the Catch + Candle, though. Maybe we can have lunch?"

"I'd like that a lot," she says with a soft smile. "So this went well for you, too?"

"Definitely," I say, though I'm still wary of oversharing too much information. I don't want to scare her off with my demons. I don't even know if I have the energy to fight them tonight or to teach Tessa her lessons. Quite frankly, I'm ready to go home, fall into bed, and get some rest. Hopefully, the night terrors will stay away tonight.

I put my hand hesitantly on Dillon's leg as I drive, and she doesn't move away from it, so I keep it there. It's a comfortable drive back, and I can see her beaming from ear to ear. It fills me with joy that she's so happy. That's what I want to do: make her happy. From the moment I saw her, I knew that's what I wanted.

I pull up to her apartment building and get out, going to help her down from my truck.We walk hand in hand to her apartment door, and I stand there for a moment.

"Do you want to come in?" She offers.

"I need to get some sleep, but another time, maybe," I don't want to chance it just yet. If I have a night terror with her nearby she might get scared. I don't want to scare her. I want her to be prepared for what I am, who I am, what happens to me. That'll take time, even though I want to stay the night. I want nothing more than to spend the night.

"Okay, then, see you tomorrow," she leans up and kisses me softly.

I return the kiss, and then she's gone inside, and the door is shut. I swagger back to my truck and drive back to the farm. When I get there, I don't hear anything from the outside. Perhaps Tessa was so exhausted from her current state that she passed out again. That's no good.

Still, I'm merciful in my own way and just go to the bedroom, where I strip down to my boxers and climb into bed. I lie down and dream of Dillon, falling asleep easily enough.

When I wake up at midnight with the sheets soaking again, I curse myself. I'm hard as a rock, and I can hear whimpering through the walls. Tessa. She must have set off the night terrors with her confounded whimpering. I get up and get out a fresh pair of boxers, setting them on the chest of drawers. I strip the sheets and take them to the laundry room as is my usual routine, and then I move to grab my clean boxers so I can go shower.