The Rivals - Dylan Allen Page 0,50

And my stewardship of it will determine its future. When I was a boy, my father used to recite a line from Shakespeare’s Antony and Cleopatra. Have you read it?”

“No, only Romeo and Juliet in high school,” she responds.

“Antony and Cleopatra’s basically the same story but with adults and in a historical setting. Anyway, my father would recite this line from it and tell me that it was the way any great leader thought about their responsibility.” I close my eyes and recite from memory.

“‘Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me.’ She was talking about dying for what she believed in. But I think of it as believing in something that will outlive you and making sure it does your name justice”

“My uncle has forgotten that. He’s been thinking about right now for so long, he’s lost sight of the future. The next few months are going to be intensely focused on trying to correct its course. But I want to focus on you, too,” I say.

“I’ll visit. With the intent on scoping it for a move,” she says.

“You’ll like it,” I say.

“I don’t doubt it’s a place I’ll like very much,” she says and smiles at me with a plea for understanding in her eyes.

“Fine,” I say and let it go because I don’t want to fight about it anymore.

“Now, come on—I have plans for you.” She pulls me to standing. “Don’t let me forget to drain this in the morning. Mama uses it almost every night she’s home, and I’d hate for her to be soaking in your cum tomorrow night,” she says and then she saunters off, that round, sweet ass completely bare as her bikini nestles into the hot crevices of her body.

Speaking of places we like very much … I catch up with her in three strides, snag her around the hips, and hoist her over my shoulders.

She starts to pummel them right away. “Put me down,” she shrieks through a giggle. “This is my seduction, Hayes Rivers.” She wiggles and rolls.

“Oh, my Tesoro.” I tighten my grip on her and smack her ass just hard enough that I know she’ll be distracted by the sting and turned on by the promise in it. “This seduction is all me,” I tell her and open her bedroom door. I toss her onto the pile of crumpled sheets on the bed.

I pull my cock out of my shorts and run my fist up the length. Her tongue darts out and she swipes it across her pink, plush lower lip.

“Take it off. All of it,” I command.

“Yes, baby.” She spreads her legs so she’s on full display.

“For the rest of the world, you’re strong. Everywhere else, you’re untamable. But here, you’ll let me have whatever I want, won’t you?” I ask.

“Yes, anything,” she says.

“God, I want to fuck you in public so everyone can see what I get to indulge in every night.” I cup her ass in my hands, then without another word I slam into her and nearly pass out from how wet, hot and hungry her pussy is. She closes around me and her back arches off the bed, “Yes,” she moans low and deep in her throat.

“You love me, Queen?” I ask her and slam into her again. The entire length of her voluptuous, beautiful, body slides up the bed.

“Yes, King,” she groans, but the king is garbled by another groan. I pull out, throw her legs over my shoulder and close my lips around her clit and suck.

She tastes like chlorine, salt, sweat, and mine. And I eat her like she is. She holds my head in place, as if there’s anywhere else in the world I’d be right now besides in her bed, between her legs—eating her fruit and drinking her ambrosia.

I flip her on her stomach, pull her by the hips until her ass is in the air. I grab the bottle of lube by her bedside and pour it over her sweet pucker. Then, I slide a finger inside just to my first knuckle and she bears down on me like she knows what the fuck she’s doing.

“You like that?” I ask. She whimpers and nods, sending her thick curls adrift over her shoulders and down her back.

That’s my girl.

I slide another finger inside her, stretching and coaxing her open. She moans low in her throat. “Please, I want you,” she cries into the pillow.

I pour more lube over her, coat my dick