Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
The pain of his cock buried inside of me is quickly overcome by a torrent of pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. No vibrator has ever made me tremble or made my body crackle with electricity the way having Dawson inside of me is making me feel.
Dawson grips my hip with one hand and delivers a slap to my ass so hard it makes me suck in a deep breath as he starts to fuck me. He’s not gentle either. He pounds into me, my breath bursting from my mouth with every thrust. Dawson winds my hair around his knuckles and tugs it. Oh god. I love this. I love it way too much.
“Say it again,” he grunts as he pumps into me.
He doesn’t need to tell me what he wants me to say. I already know and it has my juices flowing down the insides of my thighs.
“Fuck me, Daddy. Give me that cock,” I groan. “Give it to me, Daddy. Harder.”
A low, throaty growl drifts from Dawson’s throat, and he looks at me with a hunger that makes my core pulse. But he gives me exactly what I want. Still gripping my hair and pulling my head back, Dawson rams his hips forward. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoes around the room, blending with our moans and cries of pleasure.
He presses me down on the table and holds me there then slaps my ass again. My body trembles and flushes with warmth, and the feeling of pleasure that grips me makes me stutter and moan.
“Yes, Daddy,” I gasp. “Just like that. Just like that.”
Dawson’s moans grow louder, his movements more frantic. I push back into him, trying to take him even deeper into me as we rut like a couple of wild animals. I throb and my stomach lurches as a feeling of absolute ecstasy washes over me. I throw my head back and call out his name while my orgasm comes crashing down over me. My head spins, spots of color dancing before my eyes.
My legs are shaking, and I feel like I’m about to collapse but Dawson holds me up, pressing me down and keeping me bent over the table as he keeps pumping until I feel him swell. Deep grunts flow from his mouth and he presses down harder on the middle of my back, keeping me pinned to the table. I turn my head and give him a wanton smile.
“Come for me, Daddy. Come for your little girl,” I gasp.
A howl of pure ecstasy bursts from Dawson’s throat as his cock twitches and he explodes. A shudder runs through me, making my entire body quiver as he shoots what feels like gallons of his warm, thick come into me. We ride out the waves of pleasure together, him still buried inside of me, emptying every last drop.
It’s only when he starts to grow soft that Dawson takes a step back and withdraws from me. A flood of my juices mixed with his slides down the insides of my thighs, and I turn to Dawson with a shaky smile on my face. Our breathing still labored, he pulls me to him and plants a soft kiss on my lips, his eyes locked onto mine.
“For somebody who’s never had sex before, you certainly know what you’re doing,” he says.
I smile. “I’m a girl who knows a few things.”
“Yes, you are, baby girl. And I’m looking forward to finding out what other things you might know.”
I laugh softly. “Let’s go take a shower and maybe I can show you.”
“I love the way you think.”
Hand in hand, we walk to the master suite and head for the bathroom. My body is tingling with the aftereffects of what we just did. This is crazy. It’s all insane. I wasn’t looking for love, but I feel like I somehow stumbled into a fairy tale and accidentally found my Prince Charming.
10
DAWSON
“Your play lately has been inspired, Dawson. And it doesn’t seem to be a coincidence that the team is playing just as well,” Wendy, a reporter with the local station says. “It certainly seems like you’ve discovered a fountain of youth. What do you attribute your hot streak to?”
I lean against the half-wall that runs in front of the bench and clear my throat. I look out at the ice where the rest of the team is practicing then down at my skates. I hate doing interviews. Having a microphone stuck in my face and having to answer a litany of stupid questions is my least favorite part of the game. But Randy, the team’s GM, had all but ordered me to do it. Randy told me that the organization and I deserve some credit and attention for our recent play.
“Dawson?”
“Yeah, we’re just playing solid, fundamental hockey. Everybody is out there grinding every shift, making sure to get the details right,” I say. “We’re just clicking on all cylinders right now because we’re playing together as a team.”