But Dawson knows better. I don’treallywant him to wait, and he knows this. And instead of holding back, he fulfills my desires.
His warm breath on my folds causes my body to jerk. His hands on my hips keep me pinned as he finds my slit with his tongue. Moisture spills out of me, coating his chin as he works his magic on me.
The sheets soak beneath me. His saliva slides down, coating my asshole as he finds my clit and sucks it gently. I nearly spasm and cry out his name.
I feel his lips twist into a smile, but he keeps his tongue on my special spot, and in no time has me going over the edge.
“Daddy…” I moan. “I’m coming.”
My hips buck against his strength as he holds me tight. My eyes roll back in my head, and I slump back on the bed, lost in the bliss of the moment. Tenderly, he kisses his way up my belly, pausing at my breasts before finding my mouth.
I taste myself on him, which turns me on even more. He’s bringing me places I never even dreamt of going.
I spread my legs, and he slides inside. The satisfaction of the stretch is mind-numbing, and I give myself over to him fully as he pumps his hips and takes me.
Time seems to slow and speed up at the same time as I’m rocked by his rhythm. I explore his body as he kisses me all over. He’s making love to me but in a way that makes me feel beautifully filthy for him.
Wanting him to come so badly, I start to whisper in his ear, finding more confidence than I had last night. “Come in me, Daddy. I want to feel you fill me up.”
“You want my hot cum?” he growls, going so deep that pain starts to mix with the pleasure. It only drives me closer to the edge.
“Yes, give it to me,” I plead, wrapping my legs around his solid waist.
His hand finds my throat, and he squeezes, applying just the right amount of pressure as he goes off.
Feeling his cock flex in me ignites my passions. My orgasm rocks me from head to toe, and I cry out, tears rolling down my cheeks in disbelief. How can this be happening? How can he be so incredible?
I can already feel it. The beginning of an addiction. I want more, more,more.
And not from a toy, either. From a man.
Fromthis man.
“That’s what it will be like,” he whispers, kissing me tenderly. “Every morning, every night, and any chance in between.”
He stands, and I lie beneath him, drinking in his gorgeous good looks. I watch as he dresses, throwing on some khakis and a worn dress shirt.
“You look sexy,” I mutter.
He smirks, comes over, and kisses me on the forehead. “Be here when I get back, baby.”
The way he talks to me…so sexy.
I watch in awe as he leaves the room, listening to every sound he makes as he goes out to the truck. And I have to admit—when he leaves, I feel a sense of loss.
I take a long, slow, hot shower, and when I come back to the bedroom, I see an assortment of girls’ clothes on the dresser that I hadn’t even noticed before. Sweats, T-shirts, blouses. All brand new and all totally my style. I smile, realizing how much attention he’s been paid to what I’ve been wearing.
There’s a handwritten note on top.
Make yourself at home.
Blushing, I slide into a pair of mauve sweats and a loose vintage T-shirt. I’m just about to take the dishes downstairs when I hear a banging at the front door.
“Evie! Evie are you alive!?” Reese. Of course she’s here. I glance at my phone and see I’ve got nine missed calls from her and countless texts. “One of you open the damn door!”
Smiling, I grab the tray and race downstairs. “Coming!” I open the door just as she’s about to knock again. She looks at me and frowns.
“What, you don’t answer your phone now?”
