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I can’t take my eyes off the woman I love. Although my soul calls to hers and I wouldn’t have cared what she looked like when I found her, she has turned into an enchanting woman.
That’s the only way I know how to describe her because she has put me under her spell. I wake with this woman on my mind and go to bed every night thinking about the time I’ll get to spend with her when I wake once again.
“Dylan,” she moans as she rocks and swirls her hips.
I cover her chin with my mouth and breathe her in. Then drag my lips against her flesh, tasting her sweet flavor on my tongue. I don’t know how or why she always tastes so fucking sweet.
Clawing my fingers down her back, I send shivers through us both. I groan and close my eyes. As if to tell me to stay with her, she cups my face and brushes her lips against mine.
I grasp her waist and start to rock up into her as I plant my heels into the mattress. Our eyes lock as she leaks down my shaft. The love I see in her gaze reaches into me and makes me feel like our souls are connecting. Every stroke ties us deeper together.
“Oh yes,” she keens.
I growl as I feel her soak my balls. Her juices run into my ass, and the sound fills the air as she rides me to a pace we can call our own. I grasp her shoulder and bury my face against it as I soak her in.
So turned on, I groan and tighten my grasp as she claws her fingers through my hair. Her panting and moaning are turning me on so much. When she lowers to the base of my cock and grinds against me, my eyes roll back.
I can’t help myself from sucking her flesh into my mouth. Her body convulses against mine and her walls squeeze around me. I move my mouth against her ear and growl, knowing what that does to her.
She digs her nails into my shoulders and begins to snake her body against me. The motions are everything in this moment. I’m growing harder by the second.
“Fuck,” I breathe.
We keep this sensual pace going for I don’t know how long. She comes at least four times before I pull out and shift her to all fours. Her juicy, fat pussy is on full display; her thighs and pussy are soaked in her essence.
I groan as I dance my eyes over her. Climbing behind her, I tap her pussy with my dick. She moans and wiggles her fat ass at me. I give it a hard slap, and she moans my name.
“Dylan, please,” she whimpers.
I grab her hips and thrust back in. I’m still hard as fuck, but I’m not ready for this to end. When holding on to her hips isn’t enough as I pound into her pussy, I reach for the headboard.
Ciara drops onto her belly as if she’s trying to get away from me, but I chase her pussy down and keep plunging deep. Making love has long been forgotten. I’m now fucking the shit out of her tight little pussy.
“You belong with me. I’m always going to love you and show you that I do. Nothing can take me away from you. I was always going to come and find you, baby.
“You are mine. Always have been, always will be. You want a family? I’m going to give you one.
“You’re going to carry my babies and I’m going to love you all. Do you hear me, Ciara? You understand me, baby?”
“Yes, yes, yes, fuck yes,” she screams.
I sink my teeth into the skin beneath my lip and keep pounding as I watch her ass bounce with each thrust. My climax rushes me, and I know I’m not going to be able to hold back much longer.
“I’m yours forever, Ciara, I promise, and I always keep my promises.”
My eyes cross as I groan and come hard. So hard my sinuses begin to burn. God, I love this girl.
CHAPTER 33
Boss Moves
Dylan
A year later …
I sit staringinto a mug of hot chocolate, trying to smile and laugh at Ryan as we sit in the family room in the O’Brien Manor in Dublin. This is one of the perks Brooklyn has gained since taking our grandda’s spot. This place has taken on new life after that bastard’s death.
“You remember that one time we made Brax cry in here and my mother whipped all our asses. Bro, I swear granddad looked like he licked his lips in joy to see her beating the shit out of y’all,” Ryan goes on.
