Queen of Hearts (Gambling on Love Series Book 4)

by M Andrews

  “Touch me, please.” My voice is deep and pleading.

  His fingers ghost down between my breasts. “So perfect.” He mouths in a hushed tone.

  “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.” His thumb grazes over my left nipple, sending a surge of electricity through my body. Our lips come together in a deep seductive kiss, hands exploring each other’s bodies.

  Trailing my fingers down to his belt, I work open the smooth leather and pop the button open. I slip a hand inside his pants, running it along his thick hard length. He groans into our kiss, pressing himself harder against my palm. I pull away from his lips and start to sink down to my knees, but Dylan stops me.

  “There will be plenty of time for you to suck my cock later. Tonight is all about you. Lay back on the bed,” he orders.

  I work my jeans down off my hips, leaving my panties on. I’m giving Dylan the gift of me, and it only seems fitting that he unwraps it. I crawl over to the center of the bed, lie back against my elbows, and watch while Dylan removes the rest of his clothes. When his cock springs free from his boxers, my pussy clenches, and the breath in my lungs is sucked out of my body.

  “I see the nickname is true,” I absentmindedly say. The rumors of the snake in Dylan’s pants run rampant amongst the badge bunnies. I try not to think about how many of them have actually seen him like this. I must focus on the fact that he and that big fucking dick of his are all mine.

  “What nickname might that be?” He cocks a curious eyebrow up at me.

  “The girls around the bar call you Big Dick Dylan.” I blush at my own words and fall back against the pillows.

  He lets out a chuckle as he climbs up on the bed. “I’ve been called a lot of things, but that one is a first.” He grips his cock in his hand, gently stroking it as he looks down at me. “All ten inches of this dick are yours my little honeybee.”

  Chapter Four

  Dylan

  Zoe reaches down and releases my hand from my cock, replacing it with hers. “Mine,” she softly moans, making my dick twitch against her palm. I rock my hips in rhythm with her strokes. A deep primal growl escapes from my chest. My cock is hungry for a taste of my little honeybee, but I need her coming on my mouth first. Once my dick enters her cunt, he won’t be leaving it for the rest of the night.

  I release her hand from me, my body already missing her touch. Slipping my fingers under the white cotton of her panties, I slide them off and bring them to my nose. A drop of cum drips out of my cock when I feel the wet spot against my lips. I take in a deep breath, letting her sweet honey scent fill my senses. I want her intoxicating scent all over me. I toss the panties over my shoulder.

  “I’m going to take you bare, Zoe. I want to feel every pulse of this pretty…” My fingers dance up along her the soft creamy skin of her thighs. “…little.” Her head rolls back against the pillows as I spread her lips open with my fingers, exposing her swollen clit. It’s pink and plump and throbbing between my fingers. All it would take is one good suck and I’d have her coming in an instant. “… pussy.” Her greedy hips buck up. Her pussy is so hungry for me.

  “You want my cock, huh honeybee? Don’t worry, I’ll give him to you. Only after I get a taste.” I grip her hips and bring her up to my mouth. Her sweet juices are dripping down to her ass. My tongue glides across her right cheek then to her left, lapping up every drop of her sweet nectar. Oh fuck she tastes so damn good. My tongue plunges deep inside her tight channel, eating her like a man who has been stranded in the Sahara getting his first drink of water.

  “Oh God, Dylan,” Zoe screams, hands gripping the metal bars of her headboard. Maybe I will tie her to it later. I reach a hand up to her flawless creamy little tits, they are small, but they fit perfectly in my hand. Her rosy pink nipples are standing at full attention. I pinch one between my fingers, making her clench around my tongue.

  My mouth latches onto her sweet little bud, and she almost launches off the bed as the pleasure hits her like a tidal wave. Wiggling my head back and forth, I let my beard graze her flesh, leaving her thighs pink and tender. I want her to remember who owns her, with every step she takes, tomorrow and for the next week.

  Her body begins to quiver, she’s close. As much as I wanted her coming in my mouth, my need to feel her coming on my cock is stronger. Releasing her from my mouth, I lean back on my knees and pull her into my lap, straddling me. She is trembling in my arms. “Dylan, please…” Her voice is just a faint whisper. She’s aching to come. I have her right where I want her.

  Positioning my tip at her entrance, I slowly push her down on my length. We both cry out in unison. She is so warm and wet and she’s gripping me tighter than a fist. It’s the most exquisite feeling in the world. The sounds she is making have me about to come already. I haven’t laid hands on another woman since I met Zoe, and no other woman will ever feel my touch again. Zoe is it for me.

  I grip her golden locks in my hand and, with a quick flick of my wrist, her head is back, and my mouth is on her neck, tongue licking at her pulse point. Her nails dig into my back as she rides me. I wrap my free hand around her tiny waist and hold her tight against my chest while I leave my mark on her neck. Everyone will know she is mine. She is so tight and warm; I don't know how much longer I can hold on.

  Her pussy pulses around every inch of my length. “That’s it baby, choke my cock with this tight fucking pussy. Come with me, Zoe.” Each pulse pulls us closer to the edge.

  Zoe holds me tighter as her orgasm takes her over. My name spills from her lips over and over, and it sets me off like a fucking gun. I come hard and fast, filling her with every last drop I have.

  Her body goes limp against mine. I hold her steady in my arms as the last of the waves wash over her body. Gently stroking her sweat laced back, I kiss her softly. I knew we would be good together, but I never thought it could be this damn good. We were made for each other and nothing will ever take that away.

  Chapter Five

  Zoe

  “You are amazing.” I giggle, as we fall back against the bed. Dylan is still deeply rooted inside me and hard as a rock, ready for more. He lazily thrusts in and out of my channel while his fingers dance along my curves.

  “Oh no, you’re the one that is amazing. If my cock wasn’t so cozy in your pussy, I would bury my face in that sweet honey pot of yours.” His warm lips trail down my neck, his beard tickling my skin. I’m going to have beard burn over every inch of me by the time the sun comes up. I fucking love it.

  “We’re amazing together.” I roll Dylan on his back. Straddling his waist, I kiss a trail over his honed muscular chest. Every inch of him is sculpted perfection. I sit up, slowly rocking my hips. He feels so good inside me, I never want this feeling to end. “I could get use to this.”

  “Use to what?” he groans, hands settling on my hips, working me harder along his length.

  “To you, in my bed, fucking me, holding me, loving me.” My head falls back and our moans fill the small space. I want him in my bed every night. I want his arms around me when I fall asleep, and I want him between my legs when I wake up in the morning. Just as I plunge over the edge of ecstasy, I find myself falling even harder for him. In this beautiful moment, I realize I’m in love with Dylan Edwards.

  “I love you, Zoe.” His words set me off. I chant, “I love you too,” over and over until I collapse on top of him.

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  The loud grumbling of my stomach wakes me from a dead sleep. Dylan was right, we did work off all of the calories from dinner. It’s two in the morning, and I am ravenous for something to eat. I carefully slip out of bed as to not wake up Dylan. After the marathon of love making we just had, he needs his rest because, the moment he wakes up, we are going for the world record of how many orgasms two people can have in twenty-four hours. The rumors about Dylan’s talents between the sheets are true, he’s a fucking sex god. In just a few hours with him I’m completely addicted.

  I walk out to the living room
and pick up his shirt from the floor and slip it on, buttoning up two of the tiny buttons. Bringing the collar up to my nose, I breathe in his scent. He smells like a pine forest after a spring rain. I step into the kitchen and head straight for the fridge. Pulling the door open, I pull out the box of tarts and the massive slice of chocolate cake. I set both boxes down on the counter then grab a fork from the drawer.

  I pop open the lid on the cake and look down longingly at the rich chocolate frosting and the moist dark chocolate cake. This simple dessert reminds me a little of our relationship, sweet and decadent and oh so bad for you. It makes it all the sweeter now that he said he loves me. It’s crazy fast, but who fucking cares. We’ve spent the past three months getting to know each other, that’s long enough for me to know that the feelings I have for him are genuine.

  Just as stab my fork into the cake, I feel a pair of arms slide around my waist and a warm set of lips on my neck.

  “Can I get a bite of that?” Dylan asks.

  I scoop up a bite of cake and feed it to him. He lets out a satisfied hum when the chocolate touches his tongue.

  “What are you doing awake?” I ask.

  “I rolled over and you were gone, had to find out where my girl went.” He takes the fork from my hand and cuts another bite from the cake and offers it to me. I let the fork slide into my mouth. The sweet chocolate explodes around my taste buds.

  “I had to get something to eat. You successfully worked off my dinner.” I slyly grin, turning in his arms. I give him a once over and see that he is naked, and that ten-inch monster of his is already hard. I bet his cock would taste pretty damn good covered in chocolate.

  “Told you we’d work off all those extra calories.” With a cocky grin sliding across his face, he reaches behind me and pushes the cake box out of the way then lifts me up on the counter. He opens the two buttons and slides my shirt off, tossing it to the floor. “When we are alone you will be naked. I don’t want anything coming between me and what’s mine.” His dark possessive words send a chill through my whole body. He pulls me closer to the edge of the marble counter, lining up his fat tip at my entrance then slowly pushes inside me.

  He scoops up another bite of cake and feeds it to me while he slowly fucks me in my kitchen. I dip my finger into the luscious frosting and smear the cold concoction over each of my nipples. He’s feeding me a snack; he might as well get one too. Resting my hands back on the counter, I offer up my chocolate covered nipples to him. Like a magnet his head dips down, and his tongue lavishes my tits.

  Dylan reaches his hand into the box and grabs a handful of cake. He brings it up to my mouth and I take a big bite. The frosting and bits of cake cover my lips. His mouth comes crashing down on mine, sucking and licking me clean. Dylan smears the rest of the cake down my chest and over my breasts.

  “Hey, I’m supposed to be eating that off of you,” I pout. Dylan reaches back into the box and scoops up more cake then wipes it down his chest.

  “There, now we can eat it off each other.” We both laugh. I wrap my hands around the back of his neck and pull him to my lips.

  “I love you so damn much.”

  “I love you too, honeybee.”

  There is no guarantee as to what life will throw at us, but I know whatever it is, Dylan and I will be ready to take it head on. Our love may be new, but it is strong, and nothing will ever tear us apart.

  Acknowledgments

  A big huge thank you to all of the readers who have stuck with me through this series. Your unwavering support and love for these characters means the absolute world to me. This series wouldn’t have made it this far without all of you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for following me on this incredible journey.

  About M. Andrews

  M. Andrews resides in the suburbs of Seattle with her husband and two daughters. She is a self-proclaimed cupcake hound and coffee addict who loves to write sticky sweet erotic romance. M is the author of the Gambling on Love Series and the Sticky Sweet Series.

  You can keep up to date on all of M’s up and coming projects on her website www.mandrewsauthor.com.

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