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“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 armsaround 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 intersectionof 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.
At times, women have rebelled against this intersection of power and sex, usually in revolt against the pressures by some men who demanded that women earn their positions in the world on their backs, or bent over the throne, orwhatever the case may have been.
We see you, hashtaggers!
But what if young women are using their feminine wiles to seduce their way up the corporate ladder? What if these young women, some of whom are doctors, some of whom are military leaders, and some of whom just happen to control the purse strings of your 401(k), aren’t who they claim to be?
