Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
I move up and down his cock, not fucking him yet, but mimicking the movement along his shaft.
Dylan pulls me down, kissing my lips and holding me close. I lift up, and when he lowers me back down, the moan that slips from my lips gets swallowed by Dylan as he fills me.
The sharp pain walks the line of pleasure, and my hips buck. Dylan’s cock moves inside me, and I’m swept away. Looking into his eyes, I lift and fall on his cock, moaning and gasping as he adjusts to meet me. He stares into my eyes the whole time, watching me as I climb higher and higher. But what I see there isn’t lust or mere desire. It’s more, so much more, and as good as he feels inside me, his expression is what really sends me soaring. Finally, when I’m trembling on the edge, he reaches up and grabs my hips, pulling me down and impaling me on him, throwing me into bliss.
He’s careful with me, but powerful and demanding as my orgasm rocks through me. He brings me down onto my knees, gets behind me, and fills me with one deep, hard thrust. “Who do you belong to?” he growls, thrusting into me again. I gasp, my pleasure climbing higher and higher. “Who do you belong to, Raven?”
“Y–You.”
“Say,” Dylan says, emphasizing each word with a stroke into my quivering, clenching pussy, “It. Say. Who. You. Belong. To.”
“You!” I grunt, meeting his thrusts and pushing back into him. “I belong to you and only you!”
I try to meet him, but he’s a man possessed, his hips hammering hard against my ass. This is what I want, what I need—to be entirely consumed by him. My palms give way, and I’m chest down on the bed, my ass up in the air as he fucks me mercilessly.
My knees start to slide on the bed cover, but Dylan doesn’t let up. He savages me, groaning heavily into my ear until I’m lost in a sea of pleasure. I know I’m crying out. My throat burns as I scream his name over and over, begging him mindlessly to fuck me harder, to take me, to give me everything.
With a final hard thrust that pushes me flat onto the bed, we come together, Sending me into an oblivion of bliss. In the aftermath, he holds me, his strong arms around my body and his lips buried in the curve of my neck, kissing me softly and keeping me totally protected as we roll onto our sides.
“Good God, you know how to fuck,” I murmur, and Dylan chuckles.
“Rest, Darling,” he says, kissing the crook of my neck. I can feel him inside me still, but I’m too tired to worry about anything right now. “We’ve been through a lot tonight, but I’ll take care of you.”
I nod and yawn. He’s right. I’ve lost the will to stay awake, and as sleep rushes up to me, I’m aware of only two things.
I am Dylan’s.
He is mine.
Ding.
The sound drifts through the darkness of sleep, and I half turn over, my eyes still heavy with exhaustion. Sometime in the hours since I fell asleep, he’s covered us both up and is pressed against my back, spooning me… or he was. Now my back is cold, and I rasp out, “Dylan?”
I feel him shift, and then the soft click-clack of something being put on the bedside table. He reaches up and tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear, making me smile softly. “It’s okay,” I hear him whisper, snuggling up behind me and wrapping his arms around my body again. Immediately, I feel safe and warm. “Nothing that can’t wait until tomorrow.”
“Oh,” I murmur, realizing how late it is. I’ve never slept over, and if I want to get a decent taxi and some sleep… “I should go.”
“Stay the night,” Dylan whispers again, pulling me in closer. He kisses my neck, knowing how to make me melt. It takes me a moment of being held in his arms to realize he may want more.
I can’t help but whimper in desire as he pulls me closer to him. “That’s why you want me to stay.”
He doesn’t reply but keeps kissing my neck, and I press back against him. “Just promise me something.”
He pauses, lifting his lips from my neck. “What is it?”
“You make good coffee?” I ask. “I’m going to need it to wake up tomorrow.”
“I promise.”
CHAPTER 28
RAVEN
MONEY… POWER… SEX?
Salacious details emerge on how certain young women are using more than their education to ‘work’ their way up the corporate ladder!
By: Vanna Nicholson
The intersection of power and sex has been the seed of scandal since the time Prince Paris of Troy happened to have seen a certain Spartan queen named Helen. Of course, in most semi-modern retellings, the young lad is struck by the pangs of love, but most of us know what really had Paris ‘up’ in arms.