The Rivals - Dylan Allen Page 0,238

don’t ask for what is yours.” He drops to his knees in front of me. He big hands cup my thighs and he pushes them open.

“You haven’t shaved.” He sounds so pleased; his breath blows hot over me.

“Not since I got divorced.”

His expression darkens. “All of this is mine.” He drops kisses and drags licks on the inside of my thighs in between his words.

“Yes. Yours.”

Like he wants to reward me, he pulls my clit between those soft, sweet lips and he starts to suck me just the way I like it. He slips his thumb, just the tip of it, into my ass and I gasp at the surprise burn.

“Does that feel good?” he asks, and I’m so distracted by the scrape of his stubble against the inside of my thigh, that all I can do is moan and roll my hips and fuck myself on his hand. Just when I feel the first flutter of my orgasm, he pulls out.

His hips fill the cradle of mine and he holds me still while his thick dick becomes my master. I open my legs as wide as I can and wrap them around him.

He presses a kiss to my neck and then takes my lips in the most delicious kiss while he slides inside my pulsing sex. The sweet sting that accompanies his first stroke is prelude to my pleasure and I welcome it.

My body arches off the mattress, a slow, reach upward for something… and when his dick hits the top of my pussy, I wrap my arms around his neck to keep myself attached to him.

“Yeah, baby, hold on. I’m about to fuck you like the blessing you are.”

His muscular body quivers above me. My knees grip his waist and the ripple of muscle combined with each of his thrusts is almost as potent as his cock is in sending a fire burning through me. His mouth is pressed against my neck and the pace of his hot, heavy breaths match the pace of his hips between mine.

He tugs the tie from my wrists and growls, “touch me,” before my cocky, sweet, sexy, gentleman unleashes, lets go and fucks me like the beast only I turn him into.

My fingers celebrate their emancipation by running in hungry fascination over the grooves of his muscles and pinching my nipples until I start to come.

“Remington…” His name is a moan that curls up from deep inside of me and falls from my parted lips like a hosanna.

“Kalilah…” his reply is a promise.

And then, he lets out the most exquisite, rumbly groan I swear I’ve ever heard and comes so hard inside of me that I feel it at the very center of me. I follow him over the edge of my orgasm where I float, suspended on a cloud of fulfillment and pleasure so raw, tears spill from the corners of my eyes.

I wrap my arms around him, hold him close to me and savor being in his arms and knowing that, at least for now, I can stay here.

“Fucking delicious,” he whispers before he pulls me into him.

As his body relaxes into sleep next to mine, I think about my future.

I’ve come full circle. To the place where I first felt like a woman, in the arms of the man I belong to. I’ve imagined all of the worst-case scenarios and the only one I know I can’t live with is doing something that would drive us apart. Not when we’re both finally free.

It took fourteen years, but fate appears to finally be on our side.

I choose him.

This time, I’m going to outdraw love.

I won’t lose this again.

Chapter 33

SURPRISE

KAL

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I sit down with my cup of coffee and wince when my ass touches the wooden seat of the dining room chair. The apex of my thighs aches from Remi being between them for most of the night. I sip my coffee and moan at the slide of hot liquid down my throat combined with the memory of the way he used me.

All of my me. My mouth, my pussy, my ass.

God, I’d forgotten what it felt like to be thoroughly and completely fucked. His dedicated runs and work outs have left him in great shape and his stamina outpaced mine. He had to carry me to the shower when we were done in bed. I’m surprised I’m walking steadily this morning. I’m not looking forward to the long drive back to Houston.

“You have everything?” Remi walks out of the