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“And I’m ecstatic to have you. Can I show you how much?” I waggle my eyebrows salaciously at her.
“Yes,” she giggles. “Yes, you can show me.”
“Thank fuck.” I take her hand and place it over my stiff cock. “This is what you do to me.”
“Then let’s do something about that.” She climbs through the front seats into the back of the large SUV.
“Oh?” I ask, excitement raging through me. “Here?”
“Carpe Diem.”
I groan. “Fuck, yes!”
I dive onto the back seat with her and gather her close to me, kissing her fervently. She responds with the same enthusiasm. I want to impale her immediately, but I give this to her. It’s all about her. Always.
ChapterThirty-Nine
Morgan
As the sun sets,I find myself about to fulfil a fantasy I’ve had for a while. Adam would never entertain it. He thought it was vulgar and would be uncomfortable, and people might see. Dick.
Dylan, on the other hand, couldn’t be more into it. It excites me to the point where slick is soaking my knickers practically all the way through to my jeans.
“Fuck, yes,” I murmur as I remove my coat and climb onto his lap. I gaze into his eyes, the intense emotion between us palpable in the air. He leans in, and our lips meet, our passionate kiss melting away all thoughts of Adam and his dickish ways.
Dylan’s hands cup my face, stroking it as if it were a priceless work of art. His fingertips linger on my neck, skating over the mating bite scars before moving down to lightly caress my collarbone. His lips trail along my jawline, down my neck, before he nips me sharply on my shoulder.
I giggle, my breath heavier as the desire for him overcomes me.
I gasp with pleasure as Dylan’s lips brush against the tops of my breasts, exposed by the low-cut tee he is tugging on.
His lips move lower, coming to rest between my breasts as he cups them into two small mounds with a low groan. “So beautiful.”
He lifts his hips, pressing his body against mine. I feel his arousal. His cock is bursting at his combat pants, ready for me to claim with my soaking wet pussy. His hands move lower, slipping under the fabric of the tee before he slides it up and over my head. His light brown eyes go darker with his desire when he gazes at me. His fingers trace the contours of my body, exploring the swell of my hips, the dip of my waist, and the curve of my arse.
“You are driving me wild,” I purr.
He grins. “I want to worship you. You are my goddess.”
He moves his hands to the back of my bra and unclips it with a quick snap. It falls away, exposing my breasts. I take a sharp breath as Dylan looks at my body hungrily, his desire tangible.
He pulls me closer. His hands moving up and down my body, exploring every inch of my skin before he dips his hand lower to flick the button on my jeans and lower the zipper. I rise and shove them down, falling back to the seat next to him to struggle out of my shoes and jeans with a soft giggle.
He helps, stripping me of my clothes. His fingertips trail up my thighs and linger on my hips. He hooks his hands into the sides of my skimpy black cotton thong, but I stop him.
“I want to leave it on.”
He lets out a harsh rasp. “Yes, fuck, yes.”
He ducks his head as I lie back on the cold black leather as he lowers his mouth. His lips move lightly over my body, coming to rest over my nipple. He pinches one lightly as his mouth sucks the other one gently, flicking it and teasing me before he slides his hand down.
His touch ignites a fire deep inside me. I can feel my desire growing with each caress.
Dylan cups my pussy and squeezes it, making me buck against him with a low moan. He pushes the fabric aside and slips a finger inside me, fucking me slowly. His thumb rests on my clit lightly, driving me into a state of extreme pleasure. I lift my hips, eager for him to increase the pressure. I feel his lips curve up into a smile. He moves his lips to my ear. “Eager, aren’t you, kitten?”
I purr my response. It doesn’t have the same effect on him as it would on the alphas, but itdoesaffect him. He closes his eyes and whispers sweet words of love and desire. His breath is hot against my skin as he eventually moves his mouth to mine. Our lips collide forcefully. We kiss passionately, our tongues twining and exploring each other’s mouths.
Dylan gently parts my thighs, pushing my legs apart. He moves between them, and I gasp as I feel the hardness of his arousal. I reach out to undo the button on his pants and yank the zipper down in my haste to have him inside me. He grins when my hand dips into his pants to find him going commando.
