Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“I just want sex. Don’t go down on me. I want to know if it’s enough,” I tell him.
“But I like to taste you.”
“You can taste me after.” I smile, then grab his hand and pull it down between my legs. He immediately slides a finger between my pussy lips.
“Crotchless panties.” He raises a brow, and I smile seductively. “You’re already wet for me,” he growls, then steps forward until the back of my legs hits the bed, and I fall backward. I scoot farther up the mattress, and he climbs over me. He leans down and bites my nipple through the lace before he pulls off and does the same to the other one. All the while, his hand is between my legs, stroking me up and down my clit, then in and out.
I thrust my hips and reach down to grab his cock.
“My needy girl,” he croons as I spread my legs wider and pull him even closer. He moves his fingers away, and his cock slides between my folds teasingly. I start to get restless and want him to move more, to inch into me and bury himself deep. I have this overwhelming need for him to be inside me. I lift my hips and feel his tip at my entrance. “Are you sure you’re ready for me?” he asks. I move, and he grunts but stays still, just the tip breaching me.
“Dawson,” I growl.
“Oh, there she is,” he says and smirks. He leans down and bites my lip as he ever so slowly slides into me. My body tenses, and I stretch, taking him in. As soon as he’s fully seated, I open my eyes to find him watching me.
“Keep your eyes open,” he demands.
A knock sounds on the door, but we both ignore it.
I don’t bother replying to him as he starts to move. He leans back down and kisses me.
I’ve been told that a lot of women can’t come like this, that they need clitoral stimulation. But the way he is moving inside of me, our bodies so close, I can feel the friction on my clit.
And damn, it feels good.
I wonder if any other man would fuck me this good.
Or if I got really lucky with Dawson and no other will ever meet the standard he’s set.
I know this is a fling.
But I try to embrace the now.
How can it work between us?
My father sure as hell won’t approve.
He didn’t like Dawson when they met at the wedding, so what would make him like him now?
And if my father found out that he paid a lot of money to fuck me, well, I’m sure he would find a way to put a bullet straight into Dawson’s head and not even blink while doing it.
A hard bite on my breast startles me, and I cry out, suddenly back in the room. Bite marks circle my tit as Dawson looks at me almost impatiently.
“Am I not demanding enough?” he asks, sounding insulted.
I laugh. “You actually fucking bit me.”
The tension ripples out of him as he kisses it better. “Now you know how it feels.”
My hands clutch the bedding as he continues to move in and out of me, and I have to remember not to squeeze my eyes shut. But just as I’m about to come, he pulls out. I open my eyes, not realizing I closed them, only to feel his mouth at my clit, tasting me, before he slides two fingers straight inside me.
“That’s it… cry for me,” he says, but I’m already arching my back in pleasure. And his mouth is moving at the perfect pace again. I feel the loss of his fingers before I do his mouth, and as I come down from the ecstasy, he’s thrusting his cock back into me. I grip his hair, hungry for more, only to feel the pressure building yet again.
He fucks me harder and faster this time. I’m screaming his name as loud as I possibly can. And then he’s coming too.
And when I look at him, I notice he’s drinking in every moment. He pulls out of me and lies next to me, his cock still semi-hard and a smile on his face.
“I could do this every day,” Dawson says.
“If it feels that good, so could I,” I tell him honestly. “Does sex always feel like that?”
“No. You will have bad fucks, but never with me.”
“So other men…”
He doesn’t answer right away, and when I turn to look at him, I find him staring up at the ceiling.
“Don’t mention other men when I just fucked you senseless.”
“Don’t talk to me that way if you ever wish to fuck me again. Understand?” I bite back and sit up.
He pulls me back down and kisses my neck. “I’m sorry.”
“Hm…” I hum in response.
“Forgive me.”
And I do because he then proceeds to show me exactly how sorry he is.