“Damn it,” he said with a moan. “I’ve never seen something as beautiful as you look taking me.”
I arched my back more, determined to feel the base of his cock as he sped up. Dakota pounded into me without mercy. Without a doubt, I would be sore tomorrow, but I welcomed the feeling. I wanted more. Needed more. Every stroke made my core clench. I squeezed around him more in hopes of relief from the building tension in my clit.
Dakota sensed my longing and reached around to circle his fingers around my clit. I didn’t hold back the scream building in my lungs as he rubbed me to the brink of orgasm. I came long and hard on his fingers with his cock still forcefully moving in and out of me.
My climax didn’t even finish before Dakota moved down to suck on my clit. I stayed on my hands and knees as he laid under me. He sucked on me until I couldn’t take another moment of his heavy tongue on my pussy. My ears rang from the blood rushing throughout my body.
I flipped around to lie on my back and pulled Dakota up for a kiss. He moaned against my mouth and shoved his still stiff cock back inside of me. Dakota pulled away from my lips. He pushed my thighs up toward my chest so he could fuck me with as much power as possible. He stretched me, pushing my legs as high as they could go. His tattooed body was tense as he ruined me for everyone else. This was all I wanted from now on. Only him.
“Look at that. I’m completely covered in you.” He glanced down at him driving in and out of me. “Look at how well you take me, Emmy. It’s damn near perfect how I fit in you.”
I nearly came a second time when I looked down to watch his veiny dick pump into me. He was right, I’d completely drenched him. I always thought I smelled like guys after having sex. This time, I knew Dakota would smell like me. He’d take me with him after this.
“Fuck,” I moaned at the thought.
Dakota sped up, pounding into me without relenting as he came. He didn’t slow down for a second until every drop of him was released. His grip tightened on my thigh. Dakota used me to get his satisfaction, and I loved how focused he’d become on giving me every hard, rough stroke.
“Come here,” he murmured, cupping the back of my head to pull me in for a kiss. I clenched around the semi-hard cock inside of me as he claimed my mouth.
“Damn, I fell so fast for you,” he murmured against my lips.
He kissed more gently, taking his precious time. I could get used to this. The rough and soft. The easy and kind. I adored him more than words could express, so I used my body to communicate where language failed. He returned the favor, and we spent the rest of the night showing one another how much we meant what we said.
Chapter 29
Iwokewithmylimbs entangled with Dakota’s. His warm, heavy breath felt comforting with the AC blowing on us from up above. He was still asleep, but his cock was awake, standing at attention against my stomach. I smiled to myself at memories of last night. When I snuggled closer to him his arms tightened around me.
“Are you up?” I whispered into his chest.
“Only a little,” he muttered while rubbing his hand up and down my back. “How are you feeling?”
I craned my neck to get a look at him. “I’m good. You?”
“Happy.” He opened his eyes and looked at me. I smiled back, swooning because he looked so handsome in the morning light. When the sun hit his eyes, the brown looked like amber glass.
“You look cute in the sleeve.” His compliment reminded me that I’d pulled on the snore preventing sleeve before drifting off to sleep. I’d put it on after Dakota’s breathing got heavy enough so he hadn’t seen me in it until now.
My cheeks felt warm as he took me in. I wanted to say something self-deprecating. Instead, I let him kiss me with such tender care and in a way only Dakota Wells could. You’d think the guy who roughly fucked me last night was a different person with how gently he touched me now.
“Are you hungry?” he asked.
“Mmhm.” I nodded. “I could make us something.”
Dakota shook his head. “Don’t worry about that. It’s Saturday. I don’t want you to leave bed this early.”
“I’ve been meaning to cook for you though. Show you a few tricks.”
“You showed me plenty of tricks last night.” He chuckled when I buried my face in his neck. “I’m going to feed you, okay? What do you have a taste for? Some of the best breakfast joints are a five-minute walk off campus.”
“I love waffles,” I told him. “With fruit. Blueberries are my favorite. And eggs. Scrambled.”
“Your wish is my command.” He stretched for a moment and then, kissed the top of my head before getting out of bed to pull on his clothes. I whimpered a little, protesting his covered body. He laughed at the noise and leaned down to kiss me.
“Don’t worry,” he promised with his lips centimeters away from mine. “We’re not even close to being done.”
I laughed when he kissed me again and bit my bottom lip before pulling away. When the door clicked behind him, I collapsed back onto the pillows, covered my face with my hands, and squealed to myself.
He was so…everything. Nice. Hot. Kind. And demanding. He’d fucked me so hard my legs were sore. Despite the soreness, I needed him to do me again.
