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I snort out a laugh as I pop the button and slowly drag the zipper of her bottoms down. “Is that what you did?”

“Dalton,” she moans. My cock is throbbing, begging to be inside her sweet pussy and I’m losing the ability to have a conversation when she’s moaning my goddamn name like that.

Something inside me snaps and I spin her around so she’s facing me, claiming her lips as I pin her body to the counter with mine. Her fingers dig into my hair and chills race across my flesh.

Fuck me.

She’s my drug.

My tongue tangles with her, tasting and teasing her, driving her higher. I need her just as fucking crazy for me as I am for her. Need to kiss and tease until she’s begging me to fill her up and watch her lose herself in the feeling of me inside her.

I groan into the kiss as I slip my hands into her jeans and shove them down her legs, immediately grabbing an ass cheek in each hand. She moans, rubbing her tits against my chest, seeking friction wherever she can get it. With my hands on her ass, I lift her up and her thick thighs wrap around my waist as I set her on top of the counter. The cold stone hits her skin and she gasps, arching into me further.

Goddamn.

I’m addicted to her.

The sounds she makes.

The look on her gorgeous face when I’m inside her.

The trust in her eyes when I take control of her body.

“Fuck,” I hiss, pulling away from her kiss and undoing the button on my jeans. She leans back on the counter, propping herself up on her hands as she watches me. Hunger filling her hazel eyes that pulls me right back into her. I yank her off the counter and set her back on her feet, barely even giving her a chance to register the move before I dragging her thong off her body. She eagerly kicks it away and reaches out, cupping my cock through the fabric of my boxer briefs. My eyes roll back and I brace one hand on the counter as she leans up and presses her lips to my neck.

“Baby,” I mutter, hanging on to the past ounce of my control by a very thin thread. Her mouth brushes my ear.

“Shower.”

Fuck yes.

I pick her up and her legs wrap around my waist again as I turn for the stairs. She peels her tank top over her head, tossing it somewhere as I carry her up the stairs. Her bra is next and then her gorgeous fucking tits are in my face and I stop, pinning her against the wall halfway up the stairs as I suck one of her nipples into my mouth. She moans, threading her fingers into my hair and giving it a tug that makes my cock jump.

I drag my tongue across the peak of her nipple before nipping at it. Her head hits the wall behind her, her moan echoing off the empty walls of this house as she rubs her pussy against me. I can feel the heat of her through the fabric between us and the only thought in my mind is getting inside her.

I fucking need her.

Releasing her tit with a pop, I start moving again but stumble on my way up the stairs. My hand shoots out, catching us and Lennon lets out a giggle, continuing to rub her pussy against my cock.

“You’re a fucking menace,” I growl, grinding back into her as I lay her down on the stairs. Her lips find mine and she moans into the kiss. She shoves my cut off before grabbing my t-shirt and peeling it off over my head.

“You love it,” she gasps between kisses and I don’t even bother arguing with that because she’s fucking right. I do love it. A whimper spills past her lips and she starts trying to shove my boxer briefs down my legs. “Please, Dalton.”

Fuck.

I love it when she begs.

“We’re not going to make it to the shower, sweetheart,” I grit out and she shakes her head, her legs locked tight around my waist and her fingers scraping against my skin to try and get me closer.

“I don’t care.”

I shove the boxer briefs off my legs and wrap my hand around the base of my cock, stroking it slowly as she writhes against me, begging for me to fill her completely.

“Dalton.” Her voice cracks and her eyes meet mine.

There she is.

My girl.