Chapter 46

Devolin

The instant Dalton’s mouth hit mine, I lost myself in him.

That’s what he did to me.

He transformed me into a glutton for all things him. The more he gave me, the more I wanted. My obsession was my salvation when it came to him.

His lips moved to my neck, his hands migrating to my hips, sneaking underneath the soft cotton of the shirt I was wearing.

“Have I told you how much I love you in my shirts?” he rumbled against my carotid, his tongue licking up the column of my neck to my jaw, where he nipped its edge.

My breath caught momentarily before kicking in at a pant. “I love having something of yours wrapped around me,” I confessed. “I think I might highjack a tee or two to take home with me.”

This netted me a growly laugh, even though his mouth continued to play with the skin of my neck, his hands questing, finding my already pert nipples. “Or you could just stay here and have unlimited access to all the tees you want,” he mumbled against my ear, scraping his teeth on the tender skin just below it.

I arched up into him. “I…I—”

“Lift your arms, sweetheart.”

Doing as he asked, my shirt was shimmied up and was over my head, onto the floor, somewhere behind Dalton in the next second.

“Kip,” I said breathlessly.

His eyes snapped from their hungry perusal of my body, to my eyes. “I know.” He leaned back onto his knees, undoing his jeans, pushing them off his hips, over his thighs, and coming right back to me.

“Please,” I begged. “I want…I need…I need you inside me.”

“Are you ready for me, Dev?” he growled, the vibration warming me to a fever pitch.

My nod was vehement. “So wet.” I licked my lips. “For you, Kip.”

He groaned, rubbing his length into my folds. “Christ, woman. You’re a walking contradiction.”

I reached between us, grabbing his cock in hand, a hiss escaping his lips, and positioned him at my entrance. His hand joined mine as his hips pressed forward, our eyes fused to one another’s, and stayed there, unmoving.

Rubbing the abundance of my moistness over my clit with his fingers, Dalton then proceeded to paint the wetness over one of my nipples. His tongue darted to flick that same nipple, circled, then his mouth engulfed the entire tip with a long pull.

“Fuck!” I cried out. “This is better than what my mind can conjure.” My hands circled his shoulders as he continued to feast on my breast.

Releasing my nipple with a loud pop, he smirked down at me, those dimples peeked out.

Lifting my head, I tongued the right one, giving him a sheepish smile. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now.”

He shook his head at my antics. “You can do whatever you want, baby.” Withdrawing from my depths, he plunged in hard. Taking my breath with it. “Just not right now. Right now, I want to be the one wrapped around you. Not my shirt. All fours, Devolin.”

My entire body quivered, my pussy squeezing his girth. Dalton’s eyes deepened to a near navy blue.

Before I could get settled, Dalton lifted my ass up, and slammed himself inside my heat. My head snapped up toward the ceiling on a loud cry.

Truth is, it hurt a little. Hurt so good.

He was so deep, and when he ground against me, he felt as if he was getting deeper.

The heat of his body leaning over my back, his warm breath fanning over my shoulder and into my neck, had me feeling safe, despite the dominant fashion he was taking me.

Dalton’s hands skimmed the skin of my arms, up to my shoulders. I shivered. “Are you scared?” He licked my earlobe.

“Never,” I breathed. “Show me.”

His lips pressed against my left shoulder before the warmth coating my back left me. “Tell me if it’s too much.” Fingers digging into my hips, he pulled nearly the entire way out, then plunged in just as hard with a grunt.

“Fuck me, baby,” I wailed.

His palm met the cheek of my ass with a slap that had my insides clenching on him.

“You like that?” He repeated the treatment.

“Yes,” I hiss.

“Fuck me, my baby’s got more kink in her than I could dream.” He ground himself against me again. His thumb now feathering lightly over the rosebud of my tush.

There was no time to ponder my words. They were out before I knew it. “You have no idea.” My body pressed tighter to Dalton’s, his thumb pushing harder against that forbidden zone, black spots clouding my vision.

I was so close.

“Give it to me, baby,” he ground out.

His thrusts came harder. Faster. I loved every fucking second of it.

When his thumb breached my ass, he destroyed me. I exploded.

My body locked as a wailing scream broke through the sound of slapping sweat-slicked skin. I was flying high, and I never wanted to land.

“Fuck! Again!” Dalton roared, his hips hammering into me now.

Pulling his thumb out of my ass, his arm came around to my front.

“I-I can’t!” My body shook against his. The touch of his fingers on my clit proving to be nearly painful from that first cataclysmic release.

“You can.” He pinched the bundle of nerves. “And you will. Your pussy is going to suck me dry, baby.”

That did it.

On the hardest thrust yet, all my air left me. No sound escaped me as the orgasm to rival all orgasms broke me. My body went completely limp, leaving Dalton bearing my weight. His body bowed tight as he shouted his release and a slew of curses.

Seconds later, he collapsed on top of my back, flattening me into the mattress.

“I think you might have broken me,” he whispered into my neck before kissing it.

My laugh came out in a huffed breath. “There’s no question, you succeeded with me.”