The command hits me as a shockwave, and I don’t hesitate. I rip my jeans down my legs, kicking them off as fast as I can, the urgency between us nearly suffocating.
She pulls me back to her, her hands roaming over my bare skin. I can’t breathe. I need her… now.
I push her against the wall, hard. The sudden pressure makes her gasp, and I like it. She’s mine right now. Completely mine.
“Is this what you wanted, Dakota?” I ask, rough, demanding. “To be fucked against the wall like this?”
She moans, nodding. “Yes. Please.”
And that’s all the permission I need.
I grab her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand as I use the other to yank her dress up, baring her to me.My fingers trail up her thigh, teasing, feeling the heat of her skin, until I reach the edge of her panties.
I slip them down, not gently, but with a rawness that makes her gasp.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I growl, my hand sliding between her legs, feeling the wetness already waiting for me.
She shudders at the contact.
I drag my thumb over her, circling her sensitive clit, teasing her just enough to make her squirm, but not enough to give her what she really needs. She bites her lip, her body curving into mine, desperate for more.
“Please,” she begs, shakily. “I need you.”
“Tell me what you want,” I murmur against her ear. “Tell me how you want it.”
Her breath hitches, her hips bucking against my hand. “I want you inside me. Now.”
I don’t need to be told twice.
I pull her panties off completely, tossing them aside, and position myself at her entrance. She’s dripping with need, and the way she looks at me, ready to explode, makes my control slip further.
With one hard thrust, I push inside her, her body clenching around me as I fill her completely. She gasps, a low, needy sound that drives me wild.
I don’t hold back. I take her hard, pressing her into the wall, my hands gripping her hips as I drive into her again and again, loving the way she’s falling apart, the way her body responds to every thrust.
Her moans fill the room, frantic, desperate, and I can’t stop myself. I reach down, caressing her clit, rubbing in time with each thrust, sending her spiraling even faster toward the edge.
She’s close. Her body tightens around me, her breath quickens.
“Come for me, Dakota,” I growl, the words a command. “Come all over my cock.”
Her eyes snap shut, her body jerking in pleasure as she finally breaks, her orgasm ripping through her in waves.
The way she tightens around me pushes me over the edge, and with one final thrust, I’m coming inside her, every part of me exploding in release.
I hold her against the wall as we both try to catch our breath, her body still trembling in my arms, never wanting to let her go…
I wake up with a gasp, my chest heaving, a sheen of sweat clinging to my skin. The sheets are tangled around me, a mess of twisted fabric that feels as suffocating as the dream that just shattered my peace.
It takes a second for my mind to catch up with my body. The room is dim, the early morning light filtering through the blinds, casting shadows across the floor.
But all I can feel is the heat of what just happened.
That kiss. That touch. That hunger.
I blink into the stillness of the room, my breath coming in sharp, uneven bursts, and try to calm myself.
I glance over at the empty space beside me, but the image of her lingers like a heavy fog in my mind.
