The Rivals - Dylan Allen Page 0,40

I’m on fire, Hayes. I’ve never … I don’t know what it is.” She starts to squirm.

“I do. It’s whatever fucking pheromone you’re secreting. It makes me want to beat my fucking chest and rut with you while everyone watches,” I say and kick the door open. I set her down before I feel around for a light switch. The bright fluorescent bulb flickers a few times before it floods the room with light. It’s a utility closet with a waist high counter running down the middle.

“Perfect,” I whisper.

I wrap my arms around her waist and hoist her up, the voluminous layers of her skirt crushed in my hold. I stare at her face for just a second and I’ll never forget the way her eyes burned with need right before I took her mouth in a kiss I’d been thinking about for almost twenty-four hours.

She opens like the beautiful flower she is and my tongue slips into her sweet, warm mouth.

She’s like nothing I’ve ever felt.

She feels like mine.

So much like mine.

For tonight, at least, she will be.

I drop her onto the work bench and break our kiss. I shove her lace skirt up to her waist and her hand falls to my belt. I slide my hand up her thigh. “Your skin is so… soft. May I?” I ask.

She growls. “Please. Just touch me.”

I kiss her again and press my palm to the damp, heated slip of silk between her legs. I pull it so it slides between her lips. She moans into my mouth and unzips my pants.

“Please hurry. I want you inside me so badly, it hurts,” she moans.

I slip my hands back in between her splayed thighs, and I play with her pussy. I slip a finger inside her, rub her wetness up her slit and rub her clit. She lets loose a broken sob when I pinch it at the same time that I nip the tender skin on her throat.

“What are you doing to me?” She pants and throws her head back. It hits the wall behind her.

“I’m about to fuck you until you come so hard and loud that they’ll hear you in the other room.”

“Yes. God,” she groans and leans forward to wrap a hand around me. She strokes up, and I thrust up into her hand.

“I want you so badly,” I growl and grab a handful of her ass and squeeze it until I’m sure my fingers will leave an imprint.

She moans, and her legs spread even farther apart.

“Then fucking take me,” she says impatiently.

I pull her off the bench and turn her around.

I lift her skirt and expose her round, luscious ass. I slap it, and she jumps. But then her hips loosen.

“Let me fuck you how I know you need.” I slip my fingers around the soaked piece of fabric that’s drawn between her lips.

“Yes, please…”

“Why did you even bother wearing these?” I slip two fingers inside her and press up.

“Because, I imagined that you might want to rip them off,” she says and shoots a satisfied grin over her shoulder. I give the silk scrap of fabric a sharp tug, and they give up their hold on her body and fall into my hand. I stuff them into the pocket of my shirt. I push her legs even farther apart and thrust three fingers inside her. Her back arches and she groans into the table top.

“Your pussy is fucking unreal.” I swivel my hand and she pulses around my fingers and rotates her hips.

I pull out of her and fish a condom out of my pocket. I roll it on and spread her wetness from my fingers all over it.

“I want you so much,” she moans.

“Then, get your pussy on my dick, Tesoro,” I say and pull her back onto me. She thrusts back and starts fucking herself. I watch my dick glide in and out of her and wonder if I could build a shrine to her cunt. I grab her hips and slam up on her next downward slide. She screams, loud enough that it carries out into the hallway and mingles with the sounds of conversation on the other side of the door.

“Do you like that I’m fucking you where everyone can hear?” I whisper in her ear.

I slide the strap of her dress down and I pull down the bodice. Her round, full-as-fuck, pink-tipped breast spills out.

“Yes,” she pants in my ear.

“Why?” I rain kisses down her throat and bite her shoulder, nudging