The Rivals - Dylan Allen Page 0,316

at the sharp spike of pleasure. He’s relentless, his tongue and mouth insatiable.

I lose count after my third orgasm. My sweat drenched, trembling body has been rendered boneless after being battered by the waves after wave of pleasure.

“Please, it’s too much, I can’t,” I pant, my voice hoarse from the screams his talented mouth coaxed from me.

He presses a kiss to my inner thighs and pulls me down so that I’m resting on his chest. Without the headboard to support me, my boneless body lists forward. He sits up and takes my weight and our foreheads rest against each other.

His eyes are closed. His lips are slightly parted, slick, and as red as the center of a ripe cherry. I want to know what his mouth feels like and what I taste like on his lips.

“Is kissing allowed?” I ask, my pride taking a backseat to my hunger for him.

His eyes pop open, and the gold and brown in them glitters as a wide, wolfish grin spreads across his face.

“It’s fucking mandatory,” he growls, and then enforces his edict. His lips are softer than I could imagine, mine seem to sink into them. I groan, and he slips his tongue into my mouth. The rough scrape of it, tinged with the taste of me, makes me crazy. He moves us until his erection is pressed hot and heavy against my inner thigh. His kiss is exploring and consuming all at once. I rock my hips and his dick glides through the desire-soaked lip of my sex. I cup his face in my hands and hold him still while I feast on his sweet mouth.

I lift my hips so that the broad blunt crown of his dick, breaches my body. His groan rumbles in his chest, but he doesn’t break our kiss.

He wraps one arm around my shoulders and then he drives into me with the ease of a hot knife slicing into butter- filling me, deeper in me than anything I’ve ever felt.

The friction of our bodies coming together sparkles, shimmers, and burns. It is nothing short of sublime. He breaks our kiss and presses his face into my neck.

“You feel better than I could have ever imagined.” His breaths are harsh and hot against my skin, he drags his open mouth over my shoulder and bites

I arch my back, let my hair spill over the arms that hold me in place while he fucks me hard and fast. I’m on top, but he’s driving and setting a punishing, desperate pace that is everything I needed this to be.

That coiling heat inside of me expands and starts to burst. He loosens his hold on me and dips his head to my chest. His mouth closes over my nipple, and sucks.

There is a tempest building inside of me and this man is in command of it. When it breaks, it’s only the arms he’s wrapped around my waist that keep me from flying away.

When the mist of lust starts to clear, I realize he’s moved us. He’s sitting pressed on the headboard with my body draped over his. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my back. His lips pepper kisses on my shoulders.

“Oh my God, I think I nearly died,” I pant.

He brushes a lock of hair out of the way and presses his lips to my ear. “I’m not done with you.”

The dark promise is in his rasp that makes my everything curl.

He moves us so I’m on my stomach, my face pressed to sheets that smell like us. Hair sticks to my face and my muscles feel spent, but I lift my hips in shameless invitation. I moan when he answers me with one long, hard, glorious thrust.

He’s so thick. I’ve never been so full, and I’m dizzy with pleasure and excitement as he pistons his hips. His heavy balls slap my ass with each thrust.

His hand glides up my sweaty back and splays into my thick, unruly hair.

The blunt scrape of his nails against my scalp as he gathers a fistful of my hair and yanks my head up with a tug that skirts the edge of vicious. The bite of pain only intensifies the bliss that is him moving inside of me.

“God, I wish you could see what I’m seeing. Your gorgeous pussy taking my dick like it’s hungry for it,” he sounds like he’s witnessing a miracle.

I twist my head and look over my shoulder and am riveted by the vision that greets me.

His body is