Let Me Keep You: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance (Let Me Love You Book 3)

by Mia Madison

  Dilayla’s Epilogue

  Three Weeks Later

  True to his word, Kenny and Raquel were waiting downstairs in Kenny’s car. Morelli was in her own whip right behind them.

  Nick escorted me to his car, and opened the door for me. We looked like a Fast and Furious wedding party, each of us in hot sports cars on the way to the Justice of the Peace.

  Raquel handed me a huge bouquet of bright pink and orange roses. They looked perfect against my dress. She and Morelli wore pink tube dresses, and I couldn’t help but laugh. I purchased those dresses as gifts. Who knew they would end up being spontaneous bridesmaids’ gowns?

  Kenny and Dom stood on Nick’s side, serving as groomsmen. They weren’t as coordinated as we were, but their white button ups and shorts were clean enough, considering how rushed the occasion was.

  The wedding was so quick, and it was over before I knew it. My parents didn’t get the news until after it happened. To say they were surprised was an understatement. Brian was the only man they’d known, and it was understood I would marry him at some point.

  … So much for that.

  Brian was arrested and dropped from the Dolphins by Tuesday. I started to press charges, but Brian agreed to pay a hefty five-hundred-thousand dollars in damages and stay the hell away from me. Nick told me to invest or save the money, and gave me his credit card to buy what I needed. He also got my car fixed and had my place cleaned out so I could hand the keys back over to the rental office.

  Our wedding night was awesome. By that time, I’d opened up to him much more than before. In such a succinct period, he showed me he was the real thing. And he touched me in ways that made me explode.

  I didn’t know it was possible to feel safe in a love like this, and that inspired me to release the inhibitions and give him every ounce of my savage.

  Wedding night sex that was sweet and pure wasn’t for Dilayla Diamond. I didn’t need gentle, didn’t want it. I wanted that savage, nasty, spit on the pussy sex.

  Nick fucked me hard, just like I liked it. His dick inside my tight, wet pussy walls made me insatiable. I groaned, moaned, and begged for him, feeling open, wet, nasty, and ready to be taken in every fucking hole I had.

  We were on our fourth or fifth round, my walls nearly swollen shut. My pussy needed a break, but I wasn’t done pushing him to the edge.

  I spread my lips and pushed his thick cock down my throat, choking on its length. It was larger than I’d ever been used to, but I still wanted to see how deep I could take it.

  I made a mental note to take sword-swallowing lessons with Raquel and Morelli, who couldn’t take her eyes off Dom whenever I snuck a peek. He really seemed scared of her, and I think the challenge he presented really turned her on.

  I pumped my fist up and down my husband’s thick, veiny shaft, moaning and massaging his balls as my eyes urged him to blow his nut. His left leg shook as he placed his right hand on top of my head and exploded.

  I eagerly welcomed every drop of his thick, white seed as he came in my mouth, groaning, grunting, and cussing. Seeing him make that face of erotic relief was something I looked forward to for the rest of my life.

  I continued to stroke and fellate him. He attempted to stop me.

  “Babe,” he gasped. “I’m good, babe. I came, I came. Chill.”

  My impish smile surfaced. I snaked the head of my tongue in his piss slit, and giggled as he nearly fainted.

  “Just because you came in my mouth doesn’t mean I’m done sucking…”

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  Exclusive Preview: Let Me Kiss You

  My gait exiting that restaurant was as stable as could be pending the circumstances. I thought I was going on a date with a man who was actually interested in giving me a chance. Instead, this man was fucking insane. He wanted to skip the courtship and romance, and head straight to a planned marriage, artificially inseminated kids, and a divorce planned five years ahead of time.

  I wanted love. Real love. I wanted someone to grow old with, who would wash my wrinkly back and let me wash theirs. I wanted a man I could beg to leave work on Friday and stay inside to fuck all weekend, hiding away from the world until Monday comes.

  I wanted the fucking fairytale, a prince on a white horse. I just wanted the dirty, adult version, where I, the princess, gets to slide down his pole, releasing him of tension after a long day.

  I stood outside the restaurant, furious. I texted Dilayla. She had no choice but to listen to this, because who else could I tell?

  “Morelli…” A breathless Dom called from behind me. I steeled my will and refused to turn and look at him. That handsome and worried face would melt me, and I refused to put myself on the line for him.

  “Morelli.” Dom’s hands reached out, as if he were about to touch me, but he controlled himself and clasped them together. The remorseful expression on his face spoke volumes, but the heat burning on my face held more potency.

  “Please… let me take you home.”

  “I appreciate the chivalry, but I’m fine. Uber’s coming in five minutes.”

  “And an Uber costs how much at this time of night?”

  “I have money.” I shrugged defensively. “What’s it to you anyway? We’re done here.”

  Dom’s knitted brows and quiet swallow amplified the troubled expression on his face.

  “I apologize for being disrespectful. That was an indecent proposal, and I don’t blame you for being upset. But please, I have to make sure you get home safely. Please let me give you a ride, make sure you get into your place, and leave. You don’t have to talk to me again.”

  Valet pulled the car around, exited the driver’s side and opened the passenger door. Red-faced and determined not to make a scene, I bit my lip, canceled my ride, and stepped inside his car.

  Dilayla still hadn’t responded to my text. It felt safe to assume she was busy making love to Nick. At least he desperately wanted to be with her.

  I said nothing to Dom as he plugged my address into his GPS. He played his audiobook, but I tuned it out. I was in my own world, pissed off at being proposed a fake ass engagement in one week, with a kids and a divorce in five years. I would be in my 30s when we’d end this charade, and starting over wouldn’t be fun.

  He pulled his car into the closest visitor’s parking space when we arrived.

  “I’m right upstairs.” I didn’t need him to be this proper. It wasn’t like he’d be staying. His ass was gone the minute I opened my door.

  “I know, but it’s the respectful thing to do.” His tone was quiet and restrained. “If fire trucks needed the entrance, my car could block them from saving a life.”

  “Do you see a fire?” I wanted to snap and say. I shrugged it off instead, and reached for the door. He interrupted me, asked me to wait. He exited the car and walked around to open my passenger door for me. He also opened the building doors and pushed the right elevator floor for me. Despite my desire to punch him in the face, his displays of chivalry were sweet gestures, each of which I thanked him for.

  I could feel the anger re-channel itself. I stopped being viciously mad and became viciously aroused instead. My Magic Wand would get an intense use tonight. I needed to let off steam, cry out in delight.

  I could feel myself switching harder than usual, my nipples getting erect as they swayed underneath the fabric of my dress, crying out for attention it wouldn’t get from Dom or any man, because I swore them off. Fuck it. I’d stay single forever and adopt ten cats.

  When I got to the door, the silence was more than deafening. I pushed the key in the lock.

  “I’m here,” I said. “Thank you.”

  I turned to slam the door shut, when I heard a small noise escape him.

  “Morelli…”

  I looked at him. My heart was burned, but the wave of apprehension in his voice touched me. I’d at l
east grant him the respect to say goodbye.

  His eyes were regretful. “I just wanted to apologize again for being disrespectful to you…”

  He rambled off his apologies, rationalizing his belief that he could help us both. All I could do was watch those lips move, the huskiness of his chest rise and fall as he explained himself.

  As pissed as I was, it was crazy that I could still see how handsome he was. I blamed it on my pussy, which was getting wetter with each second that passed, and I realized I had the prime opportunity to get what I wanted.

  “Come in.” I stepped aside to let him in. “I don’t want everyone to hear our business.”

  His eyes widened and he nodded. “Yeah, you’re right.”

  He walked past me, and the scent of his cologne intoxicated me. It was a mixture of aquatics with his natural scent. It made for a dangerous, musky scent that gave me wild thoughts.

  “Fuck it.” I said aloud, slightly hissing on my intake of air.

  “What?” He asked, quizzically.

  I grabbed him by his collar, pulling him close to me as I pressed my lips against his. Lust burned in my brand, and I let my body relax into his when I pushed him against the wall and slowly slid my tongue across his bottom lip.

  The jump in his pants let me know my seduction was working, even though he whimpered in protest.

  Fuck this.

  I was Morelli, the sexiest entertainment at King of Diamonds. Men wanted me. Women fantasized about being me. Couples were willing to pay racks of money to have me for one night. This guy had no idea how lucky he was that I wanted him - him above any other man in the land of Miami - and I was gracious enough of a goddess to show him how much.

  But I also needed this. The bedroom and in one’s wildest fantasies was one of the few places I could control a man, but fuck a vibrator, I needed dick. I needed to savor the warmth of a man’s body, the essence of his masculinity, and its contrast pleasurably rubbing against my softest, most sensitive places.

  “Morelli…” He protested softly, but I pressed myself against him, grinding against the growing erection in his pants. I brought his hands up to my breasts.

  “Please…” I panted softly, leaning my head back and moaning as one of his fingers curiously circled a hard nipple. “It’s been so long. I need this.”

  I lifted my leg to the side of him, an erotic flamingo stance as I held him against the wall, licked his neck and told him how long it’s been since I had a man.

  “I need your touch, Dom.” I begged. “You say you want a wife? Well I want a husband. But I want someone who wants me.”

  I exposed my breasts, full, firm, and lifted, and held them up to him.

  “Don’t you want me?” I asked, my voice a husky whisper. I could feel the wetness between my legs. My pussy was running with hot lava, and I needed him inside me, but I needed him to meet me halfway as well.

  “It’s just not right. We’re on a first date.” He trembled, and I could see his lips quivering. The erection pressing against my crotch told me he wanted to fuck me, take me right then and there, but was restrained.

  Dom looked at me with the guilt of a fat kid stealing a slice of cake before dinner. He was just too much of a gentleman, a nice guy that needed to go rogue. I would change that.

  “Dom!” I shrieked in frustrated, dramatic need. I grabbed the back of his head and pressed my hard pink nipple against his lips. They opened up, automatically locking themselves around me.

  I cried with ecstasy as my standing leg buckled. Dom steadied me. One of his sturdy hands grabbed my ass while the other grabbed the leg that was against him. He feverishly, hungrily suckled away at my body, and I felt myself quiver with relief.

  Yes! Yes! It’s one thing to be with a man you have fun with, but just from the way he licked my nipple, savoring the bulb of my nipple, Dom confirmed the intense chemistry bubbling underneath his calm exterior. He wanted me. He always wanted me. He just froze whenever it came to expressing himself clearly to me.

  I was intimidating to want. I seemed out of his league, at least in his mind, and I could respect that. But I didn’t give a fuck about that when I wanted him.

  My soul quivered in relief as our desires rose to the surface. Dom groaned as he sucked me.

  “I love these tits.” He groaned, and it almost sounded like a whine. “So fucking…” He clasped his lips around my other breast and groaned.

  “Yes, baby,” I moaned. We wriggled our hips, making our cunt and cock grind against each other as he tongued my tits down. I sang in appreciation, moaning, sighing, and feeling my clit swell with every delicious sensation he gave me.

  I pushed away, just enough to let my leg down, and dropped to my knees. Pushing my face into the crotch of his pants, I made contact with the erection in his pants and crooned.

  “Let me kiss you…” I begged. “Take it out and let me taste it baby.”

  He reached for his zipper, and fished his length out. That alone let me know he was mine to control. His breath came in sharp pants. They staccato’d as I stroked him and sucked the husky, beautiful head into my mouth. His cock was handsome, just like him.

  “Damn,” he groaned. I inhaled the masculine scent of his sex as I stroked my lips over him. My head moved up and down the hard length of his erection, allowing my tongue to stroke the underside of his dick.

  I wanted Dom so much, and now I had him. He tasted wonderful, even the taste of his nervous sweat delighted my senses.

  Dom’s body buckled as I licked, sucked, and orally appreciated his body. His fingers knotted in my hair. The grip was firm, and then he released it and apologized. I shook my head and gripped his fingers much more tightly around my locks.

  “Fuck my mouth like you’ve always wanted to,” I said, slapping this fat dick all over my wet tongue. “I like when you grip my hair and fuck my face.”

  “Oooh… shit,” he moaned, and pre-cum flooded the tip. It was salty sweet like a caramel pretzel. I deep throated him, looking up as his face contorted in ecstasy and he bucked his hips. From the speed in his thrusts, I could feel him galloping close to the edge…

  You’ve reached the end of your exclusive preview. Let Me Kiss You releases in September 2018… Stay tuned. :)

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  Want to read more stories by Mia?

  Let Me Love You series

  Let Me Love You, Let Me Taste You, Let Me Keep You , Let Me Kiss You (Sept 2018), Let Me Touch You (TBD), Let Me Please You (TBD)

  Dad’s Best Friend stories

  Marcus Mine, Latin Spice, Forever My Lady, Zayum Zaddy, Dad’s Billionaire Buddy, A Day and Forever, Falling for the Star, His Shy Librarian, My Secret Crush

  Naughty Boss stories

  My Dad’s Boss, Bossy Christmas Party, My Boss’s Boss, Business with Pleasure, Bossy Valentine, Dangerous Curves Ahead, Bossy Daddy, Forbidden Intern, The One and Only

  Sexy Professor stories

  What Happens In Vegas, Late Night Confessions

  Other Older Man / Younger Woman stories

  Bossy Billionaire, Weekend in Paradise, Let Me Love You

  Fireman series

  Playing With Fire, My Filthy Fireman, Burning For You, On Fire, Babysitter Wanted, Caught by the Fireman, My First Time Fireman

  Adamo Family series

  Tempting Tonio, Kissing Kosta
, Craving Carlo, Vexing Victor, Reaching Rico, Lone Wolf, Dreaming Dante

  Love at First Sight series

  Touch & Taste, Work & Play, Protect & Serve, Wants & Needs, Bend & Break, Past & Present

  Foxworth Stud Ranch series

  My Cocky Cowboy, The Blacksmith, The Cowboy’s Virgin Princess