Dirty Erotica; Daddy's Little Kitten.

Chapter 16. Someone Familiar

Dylan’s breath became heavier as he pounded into her mouth. He rammed her, his fingers buried deep in her hair. Brittany kept sucking him, taking every inch of him, her head bobbing as he trusted her heavily. Dylan grunted, his teeth clenched as he arrived at the climax. He paused his movement and released his hot seed into Brittany’s mouth. She stuck out her tongue, licking every drop. Dylan withdrew his length and spilled his remaining seeds on her firm t**s. Brittany licked her bottom lip, her eyes filled with delight and satisfaction. Dylan gently pulled his arms out of her damp, sweaty hair, which had become sweaty.

She exhaled sharply and let out a ragged breath. He could tell that she was exhausted. Despite her exhaustion, Brittany's natural charm and beauty still shone through, her features softened by fatigue but her allure undeniable.

“You were so sweet, Brittany, gosh. I can't believe I released inside you again,” Dylan mumbled, his voice low and husky.

Satisfaction etched his face, and pleasure gleamed in his eyes as he assessed her from head to toe. She got on her feet, her gaze lingering on Dylan, whose flaccid c**k was beginning to stand erect once again.

She walked up to him, her lips curling into a warm smile.

“Seems like someone is still interested in burying himself in me once again?” She teased, her eyes moving from his groin area to his deep blue eyes, which were filled with desire.

Dylan smirked and stole a glance at the wall clock before staring back at her. “That's to tell you how magical your body works on me. I guess this is the effect. I'm becoming so addicted to you, Britt.”

“So am I,” she replied, her voice smooth.

She stuck out her finger, which glistened with Dylan's sperm. With a mischievous smile, she slid it into her mouth and licked every inch of it.

Dylan's brows raised slightly, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

“I'm so addicted to you as well, Dylan. Regardless of the number of boys I date, none of them will be as good as you.”

Her words hang in the air, and Dylan felt a bit touched by her admission, but then, he also felt uneasy at the thought of her moving on and having different random guys f**k her aside him.

He exhaled and forced a smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

With his expression softening, he whispered in a gentle voice. “I'm flattered, Brittany. I wouldn't deny that I love this crazy obsession.”

She chuckled, her teeth showing through her bright smile. The soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminated her face, casting a warm and intimate light on her features. He couldn't help but admire how beautiful and hot she looked.

Her bright smile, gorgeous eyes, glossy hair, perky boobs, round ass and sexy thighs. Everything about her screamed ‘perfection’, but he also couldn’t shake off the feeling that fate never meant for their relationship to be. It was forbidden, unacceptable, and complicated situation.

He rationalized that it was better for her to have boyfriends, a distraction that would keep her mind off him, and perhaps ease the complexity of their forbidden relationship, one that they couldn't openly acknowledge or pursue.

His eyes went wide when he glanced at the wall clock once again. The time registered, a reminder of the hours he'd spent with her.

“Damn! I'm surprised I lasted that long,” he whispered while Brittany traced his gaze, her eyes landing on the wall clock.

“You're having lectures tomorrow, aren't you?” He asked when she met his gaze again.

“Yeah,” she replied with a nod.

“s**t! It's past eleven. I have to drop you off at your hostel. I can't let you go alone.”

Brittany's smile faded. She had hoped to spend the night with him and then resume classes the next day, but Dylan foiled her plans when he insisted on dropping her off, his chivalry and concern for her safety overriding her hopes for a more clandestine night together.

“Okay,” she mumbled and hurried to the bathroom.

Once they were done with their baths, they reached for their outfits.

Dylan slipped on his crisp white shirt, buttoning it up with ease before pulling on his tailored black jacket. He adjusted his cufflinks, his jaw clenched.

Brittany, meanwhile, smoothed out her dress, the fabric hugging her curves in all the right places. She slipped on her heels, the click of the stilettos on the floor a sharp contrast to the soft music still playing in the background. With a quick flick, she secured her hair into a sleek ponytail, her eyes meeting Dylan's as she finished her final touches.

"Ready?" Dylan asked, offering his arm.

Brittany nodded, taking it, and together they stepped out of the lounge.

Dylan and Brittany emerged from his private lounge, their appearances polished and poised once again. The intimate moment they shared lingered in the air, but as they stepped back into the vibrant club, they seamlessly slipped into their public personas.

The loud music vibrated in the air, and Brittany watched in amazement as some people grooved while some made out on a sofa.

Dylan took a deep breath.

“Let's drop you off at college. It's almost midnight.” He said, his voice smooth and casual, as if their earlier encounter hadn't occurred.

Brittany smiled and forced a nod.

Together, they stepped forward, moving through the crowd with ease.

Moans, laughter and the pulsating beat from the speakers filled the room.

A sensual energy permeated the entire place.

As Dylan led Brittany out of the room, some men stepped back in respect, giving way for the duo.

Brittany noticed a black haired lady with a fringe moaning as she bent forward, her grip firm on the pole.

A man in his mid-forties thrust into her from behind, smacking her ass like it was second nature, a playful gesture that spoke to the comfort and familiarity of their relationship.

The lady rocked her hips hard against his c**k, her moans rendering in the air.

Brittany couldn't take her eyes off them.

There was something about the lady. She seemed familiar, like she had seen her before.

As the lady's eyes locked with hers, she felt her heart skip a beat.

Could she be……??