I nuzzle her cheek, my lips moving along her ear as I ask, “Did you like the ass play?”
We haven’t done much, only a finger here, a toy there, but she’s the one who asks me to do it. I was all for it. I mean, her ass is a fucking trophy to behold, and I love making her scream. She may be a little freaky-freak, but her cheeks redden a bit as she tells me, “Yeah, a lot. It felt so good.”
I groan in her ear, my cock throbbing between my legs. “Fuck, I want back in you.”
She giggles softly as she threads her fingers through the back of my hair. “Did you like it?”
I kiss her lobe then her jaw before licking her lips. “I just love making you come.”
She moves with me as I sit up, cupping my face and holding me close. “It’s the best with you.” She kisses my nose, then my lips. She glides her fingers along my lips, then my jaw, her eyes never straying from mine. She makes me feel like I win a championship just by being hers. Her eyes burn into mine, and I swear she’s going to utter the words.
“I’m gonna take a shower.”
I try not to be disappointed, but it’s hard.
My shoulders drop, but I quickly kiss her so she doesn’t see it. As our lips move, I know in my heart that she’ll love me one day.
I just wish that day were today.
It’s getting really hard not to tell her how fucking much I love her.
Hell, the girl has had me swallowing my pride from the top… Maybe I should just tell her.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-THREE
Ambrosia
Okay, I need someone to tell me I’m completely dick-drunk and not head over heels for Dawson Sinclair.
I lean my shoulder into the doorway of the bathroom that leads to my bedroom, watching as he changes the sheets and bedding in his slutty little silk robe as he hums a Sabrina Carpenter song. The silk robe hits him right at the tops of his thighs, so when he moves, I get a glimpse of that white ass of his and the butterfly tattoo that makes me feral. He moves with the grace and precision that he brings to the ice and the field and, really, anywhere he goes. He’s just so fucking confident and absolutely stunning. He has a smug little grin on his face that tells me he knows he fucked me good. And he did.Sodamn good.
It’s always good.
Great.
Fuck. It’s so great.
We just vibe, and I want to devour him at every moment. There is this wild, empowering feeling I get when I think about the fact that he’s never felt another pussy but mine. No one hashad his cock in them like I have, and it drives me to the edge every time. I have never felt safe to explore butt fun, but with him, I crave it. The first time he was behind me and spread my cheeks apart while groaning my name, I was begging him to play with my asshole. Then when his mouth gets going, telling me to come and how gorgeous I am to him? Yeah, he drives me insane with lust, and I want him at every turn. Not just in bed, though. I want him everywhere.
With me.
While my pussy may be weeping at the sight of all that gorgeous man making the bed that we made a mess in, it’s my heart that is beating double time for him.
Because, like I knew he would, he made me fall fucking hard for him.
Like, face first hard.
Like, no coming back hard.
Like, I can’t think of my future without his damn dimples in it hard.
Damn it.
I just knew this would happen. I knew from the moment I saw those dimples that I was fucked. I should have pushed him away harder; I should have ignored him completely, because if he breaks my heart, I’m ruined. No man will compare. No man will live up to the standard he has set for me. No man will make me feel the way he does.
Because there is no man like Dawson Sinclair.
