“Anything,” she repeats. Her eyelids flutter and her back arches off the cushions. “Oh my God, Da-Daddy. It’s happening…”
“That’s it, baby,” I tell her, rutting deeper. My cock couldn’t get any stiffer. Making her climax is a life goal for me now. I’m desperate for the sound of her moans. “I’m right there with you. Let’s come together.”
“Yes!”
She goes off like a rocket, her entire body quivering beneath me as her pussy clamps down on my cock, clenching rhythmically with every wave of pleasure that rolls through her.
It’s beautiful. Glorious. I want to give this girl as many orgasms as humanly possible.
“Oh, you feel so good, Daddy!” she mewls, every inch of her body shaking.
A trigger pulls inside me, and I go off with her. My cock jerks, and I unload, spraying my release into her body. My strokes change pace, slowing, pumping with more power and passion as I’m overwhelmed by the sublime sensation of making love to Evie.
It finally happened.
I coaxed her out of her shell.
I showed her she doesn’t have to be afraid.
And I claimed her fully. Now no man willevertouch her.
“Take it all!” I bellow as I splash every last bit of my release into her willing slit. I slump down on her and bring my lips to her ear. “Remember, baby. You wanted this.”
She smiles and shifts her hips against me. “Am I a good girl?”
I nod, sucking her lobe gently. “You’resucha good girl.”
I know now, without a doubt, that I’ll never be able to live without her. Without Evie.
My angel.
“Dawson…I think you broke me,” she whispers.
“No.” I smile, delicately kissing her forehead, filling my lungs with her scent. “I put you back together, baby.”
10
EVIE
When I wake up,I don’t recognize the feel of the mattress beneath me. I open my eyes to a foreign ceiling and instantly go tense.
Where am I?
I sit up, but then it hits me—Dawson’s manly musk hits me like a revelation. All the events of last night come rushing back to me in an instant. Dinner, dessert…
…what happened on the couch.
I reach down between my legs, feeling the ache he left me with.
I’m not a virgin anymore. I have a man. A man who cares about me, who took his time with me because he knew I needed it. Yet at the same time, he showed me that I neededhim.
Smiling, I glance beside me, expecting to see him lying there in all his glory. But to my surprise, the bed is empty. No Dawson.
Without warning, my anxiety floods back, and I start spiraling.
Where is he? Why isn’t he here? Did he just up and leave? Is this even his house? I’ve seen one too many movies where a girlsleeps with a guy she thinks is cool and then it turns out he was just playing her the whole time.
Maybe I was too awkward last night. Too needy. Maybe I came on too strong and said too many things that made me seem like I wasn’t innocent…
