Chapter 93 Ride Me

• Dylan was surprised his dick did not pop out of his pants.
• Another animalistic sound escaped him and he sounded as feral as he felt. His mouth was back on his mate’s pussy and he devoured her like he was a starving wolf that hadn’t eaten in days, even weeks. Within seconds, Diana was shattering and falling apart underneath the onslaught of his tongue and hands, but he refused to stop until he had lapped up every last drop of her.
• Diana had barely come down from the high before Dylan crawled up her body gently and locked his arms around her waist. He rolled over and make sure he got her head tucked in his neck as he fell on the ground with a thud. Diana placed her palms on his chest and pushed herself up to grin at me—it was one hell of a seductive grin, begging him to fuck her real good.