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“Let Me Love You” is a tale of love and sacrifice and a poignant story of self-discovery, celebrating the human capacity to find love in the most unlikely of circumstances.

Please enjoy the current WIP of Iris and El. This will be published freely up to a point, like in the old days, and then the entire book will be posted for full download. I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments. And don’t forget to check out the companion stories. (Wicked Chances, Dreams of Reality, The Convenient Wife, The Other Side of Love, She Works Hard for the Money & Ravenous)

Enjoy, Your Author, Sylvia Hubbard

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I would like to thank Rachel, my alpha reader for reading these chapters so I was able to knock these out and get them to you. She enjoyed herself.

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[POSTWatching him drove her senses fast to overload, and Iris couldn’t stop her eyes from rolling to the back of her skull, occasionally overwhelmed with the visual sensuality. Flattening the side of his tongue and laving her from her perineum to her clit, El stopped at the top and circled in a flurry before dropping back to her womanly aperture like he was trying to suck all the juice out of her body. She could feel his tongue drilling up into her making the sides of her labia quaver like they were having a stroke on their own, but causing her clit to reverberate so hard she was sure it was going to explode from her body. 

Iris couldn’t curse thoroughly, stuck between a hard wall of arousal and shock at how voraciously this man ate her like it was she was the last meal on earth. He licked so hard, like he was trying to get all the pudding at the bottom of a bowl. 

“Ffffffffff-” she was studdering as he threw his arm over her waist because her hips wanted to shoot off the cushion. 

She heard the gulps El took between his deep, growling breaths! And the sound was pushing her over the edge, and then when he pressed three of his thick fingers into her while his tongue drilled her clit, that was it!

“Uuuuuhhh…ooohh… ooooh…oooOOOOHHH!” She was positive after that she sounded like a craze owl as it felt like her entire lower half shot off her body, and she didn’t care. The bliss of death was welcome if it felt like El between her legs. 

And he took her up to the pinnacle again and again until her voice was raw like sandpaper. Only then did she see him move away for a moment, taking off his underwear, tearing off a condom, and entering her. The candlelight was almost gone, and she couldn’t see his length or girth, but hell, she was so horny, she only wanted to feel him inside of her until… 

What THE FUCK! Her chest caved as the air shot out of her lungs! No, his arms were over her, so did he grow another arm? 

That was not normal! Or he WAS thicker than an eggplant!

Her eyes almost bugged out of her face as she pushed up on him and looked down to see where they were joined. 

And then all she could do was sob in this high-pitched shock repeatedly. El was fucking thicker than an eggplant, and she couldn’t believe her body was taking him, stretching her womanhood like the boss he was, and her body was pulsing all around him like it wanted to suck in more.

He hadn’t moved since he’d initially entered her. “Am I hurting you?” he asked, concerned, but there was a significant strain on his face. 

Her sobbing stopped instantly as Iris took accountability of everything and had to honestly realize that her body was thoroughly enjoying the thick circumference of his shaft. “Noooo, it feels…” 

El started to draw out of her, dragging his manhood over her inner Gspot.

“Shit!” she hissed at the same time, tightening her legs around his waist and locking him in place. “Damn! You could have given a girl some warning… Shit!!” 

He’d moved into her, going deeper than before, and didn’t stop until their groins touched. The thickness stuffing her so full, Iris was sure her eyes were in the back of her skull, but to assure him she was okay, she begged, “Give me, El. Please… yes…” He was listening to her and stroking on her beck and call. “Don’t stop… Please… Yes. Right there… like that.” 

And she pulled his face down to hers to kiss him, tasting herself all over his lips and on his tongue. Gawd, they tasted so good together. 

“Fuck you taste so good,” he snarled. “You feel so fucking good, Iree.”

Was that a new name for her, or was it that he couldn’t finish off her name? Either way, it sounded so delicious to her. 

Iris could feel the eruption building inside her all the way to the tips of her fingers until she burst at the seams. Digging her nails in his back, she had to hang on, locked her ankles around his waist as her spine curved up, meeting every thrust, and all she could do was gurgle while giving into the detonation. Orange and yellow stars shot off in her closed eyelids as her heart stopped.

Death! Life! Reborn! 

She didn’t know what to call what she was experiencing, but it was like nothing she had ever felt before. El followed her into the wondrous bliss, kissing her face, neck, and behind her ears. 

And just as she was coming down, feeling her heartbeat almost back to normal, El whispered, “I’m not done with you, Iris.”

Dear Lawd. Thank You, her thoughts sang.

He moved out of her, and she murmured her disappointment because she did want more. Now she understood his phrase when he’d said, “I am a hard man to walk away from once you get used to me, Iris.”

Used to him? Hell, he destroyed a woman’s soul and physical state and understood why a couple of husbands were probably upset with him.

Surprisingly, El figured out the roll-down sink in the bath area and brought over a warm washcloth, but he didn’t hand it to her. Instead, he wiped her breasts and then between her legs.

She blushed but was touched by his tenderness. “I don’t even want to compare the horrible experiences with Dwayne to you.”

“You shouldn’t,” El warned. “That weak-willed, sniveling ass of a husband’s balls barely dropped. I imagine his drunk ass rolling on top of you, still thinking about your sister.”

Iris was stunned El had deduced so accurately. “It was the only way he could get it up if he imaged her.”

“Your sex life is sorrowful, Iris,” he surmised, rinsing the towel off and then wiping himself down.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” she pouted and watched his beautifully naked body go over to his pants and pulled out another condom. “I have an IUD, El.”

He almost dropped the condom. “When?”

Blushing, she answered, “I snuck to a Planned Parenthood office when my father was going to force me to marry Dwayne. My Aunt Rose let me know about my options, and she said I would be a fool to get pregnant by that idiot. I knew I couldn’t go back and forth every three months to get a shot, and I knew he’d find pills in my items.”

“She’s a smart woman, but I didn’t see that when I investigated you, Iris.”

How deep of an investigation, she wondered? “It was never on my records. I was terrified of my father finding out. I think he wants more grandkids.”

El joined her on the futon again, saying, “I’m going to make you forget all that.”

“You promise?” 

Their next go-round was all about her. El did things with his body to her that had her speaking in tongues, and she went from crying to laughing to screaming and then back again. He watched her intensely the whole time, loving every reaction to what he did to her body. She was glad he didn’t press about her watching him because Iris could barely keep her eyes straight by the time he entered her again; he pulled her lower body close to his, moved up to his knees, and entered her while taking both her legs and putting them over one shoulder. 

Iris could feel every damn inch, but she was so damn wet her body quickly took him all in, and he pressed against spots on the inside and outside she never thought possible. 

No book prepared her to feel this kind of way, and even she couldn’t describe the euphoria throbbing through every vein in her body between each stroke he delivered. 

And just as she was coming, El moved down to gather both breasts and suckled as hard as he could, drinking her juices while pumping her deeply and exploding with her. Their mixture ran out of her, down the crack of her ass, and she was sure saturated the bed. 

Before she could come down, he moved out of her and started to ascend down her body, kissing her stomach, long kisses over her waist and thighs. El took her leg over his head so there was a thigh resting on each of his shoulders, just as she had imagined, but before she could take in that image, El returned between her legs and planted his mouth over her entire womanhood.

“Wait!” she hissed, but it was too late to warn him what was down there. He didn’t seem to care as she heard him licking and gulping up and down her snatch. She, still aroused, shot up and then fell back down, almost falling off the futon, but El’s strong hands held her in place, and his mouth suckled their juices down his throat.

Her mind was blown, and now she understood what he meant by getting nasty with her. 

Damn! 

***

El left the bed, and she heard him go to the bathroom. When he returned, Iris felt the warm towel between her legs. Blushing as she lay there while he cleaned her up, she was glad to hear him speak about anything. They hadn’t spoken in thirty minutes since he spent that whole time between her legs, pleasuring her orally.

“I hadn’t planned this,” he said quietly. “I was pissed all morning about you leaving and pissed I couldn’t spend the day with you.”

“Pissed?” she questioned, amused. “There were no plans for us to spend a whole morning or even a whole night together, El.”

“Don’t you fucking think I know that Iris? But things changed? Tyler came to my office after you left to deliver your pending divorce papers and medical files.”

“How’d you get your hands on my medical files?” she asked, not at all bothered.

It was his turn to flush, and he admitted. “One of those documents you signed released the files to me. I wanted to know what I was getting into before this. But my decision to come had pretty much been made up from when I watched you leave this morning, Iris. I don’t know how or when, but after last night and then knowing you were so close to getting all that shit out of your head, it made me…” He stopped speaking suddenly and looked at the door. Picking up her dress and handing it to her, he asked, as he wiped off his face with the towel, “Is there a man living in the house with you all?”

A moment later, there was a quiet knock. 

Iris gasped and put on her dress. “No, but most likely it’s Pete.” She went to the door and looked out the peephole to confirm her assumptions. Without opening it, she asked, “Is everything okay, Uncle Pete?”

“That’s what your aunt was wondering,” Pete said with amusement on the other side of the door. “And she said you’d need a jacket, some socks, and a thicker blanket if you plan on staying out here all night? I’ll just leave it here by the door.”

“Let her know I’m fine, and thank you, Uncle Pete.”

Hearing Pete walk away with a chuckle in his voice, she turned to see El by his clothes, his hands by his pants. 

“Are you carrying?” she asked, getting the bag from the other side of the door and pulling out the thick comforter to put on the bed. 

“In this neighborhood, yes,” El said, returning the towel to the bath area as if that should be obvious.

Moving back to the bed and laying the comforter down, Iris explained, “Pete is a friend of my aunt’s. How did you know it was a man?”

“Training,” he answered.

“For what? Seeing through doors?” she asked, facing him again, reaching by the bed and turning on a low-powered heater to keep the chill out of the air in the shed. “How did you know it was a man?”

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