3.7

Amber's P.O.V

"You sure you want to do this?" He whispered lowly into my ear.

I hesitantly nodded as I gripped onto the roots of his hair.

I want this right? Dylan is really hot and I'd definitely like to have the bragging rights and say that I got to fuck him.

But what if jack finds out? He's already hit me and chocked me, there's not that much left that he can do.

My thoughts were interrupted by Dylan sucking on a sensitive piece of skin causing a slight moan to escape lips.

He swiftly moved lower down my body, sure to avoid the bruises that covered my hips.

He slowly rubbed me through my panties causing my hips to jolt forward begging for more. His finger looped around the thin lace, pulling them down in one motion.

A smirk played on his lips as he plunged two fingers into me. A low moan left my lips as I tightly gripped onto the sheets.

We then heard the door to the suite open, then close with loud voices following behind it.

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