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That kind of control…

That kind of discipline…

It’s sexy as hell.

And when you compare it to the way he’s let me lead in almost every single situation between us? Oh, I never stood a damn chance.

Heat rushes through me and my pulse pounds in my ears as his breath fans out across my lips. I meet his eyes. “Is there somewhere private we can go?”

He doesn’t say anything, just searches my face and when he’s satisfied with what he finds there, he nods and takes my hand. Several people turn to look at us as we walk around the back of the ring to where the trailers are set up but all it takes is a single look from Dalton to have people minding their own damn business again.

Fuck me.

That’s hot.

We reach one of the trailers and Dalton opens the door, checking to make sure it’s empty before he pulls me inside and locks the door. I barely have time to look around before my back is pressed up against the door and his lips are on mine. His tongue flicks against my lips, demanding entrance, and I grant it, instinctually. I moan, arching into him and his hands grip my hips before one hand sneaks down to my ass and then my leg, pulling it up to his hip.

“Are you sure about this?” he asks in between fevered kisses and I nod.

“Yes.”

That’s all the permission he needs. He scoops me up, both hands on an ass cheek and he presses me back into the door as his lips find mine again. I thread my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and he lets out a groan that has my pussy throbbing for relief.

God, I haven’t felt like this in so damn long.

I want him.

I need to feel him inside me.

“Dalton,” I gasp as he trails kisses down my neck and then, we’re moving away from the door. I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me over to the table and sets me down on top of it. And then his hands are tugging at my halter top, pulling it over my head.

“Fucking Christ,” he whispers as my tits spill free. “You are so goddamn sexy.”

I moan, eating up his compliments. His lips slam to mine and he lays me back on the table, the cold surface against my back making me arch into him. Ever so slowly, his mouth moves down my body. Starting at my neck, he kisses, licks and bites down to the swell of my breasts.

His hands cup my tits, massaging both of them while he kisses a trail down to one and sucks my nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicks across the little bud and my back comes off the table again as I gasp, giving his hair a tug. He scrapes his teeth over my skin next and my answering moan is obscene.

“Oh, God,” I whisper as his jean covered hips grind against me. Even through the fabric, I can feel the length of him and a desperation I’ve never experienced before roars through me.

Need.

I need more.

I need him.

Releasing his hair, I reach down and unbutton my shorts as he gives my nipple one last bite before pulling away. There is a rumble in his chest as he takes a step back and peels the shorts off my body. My matching panties earn me another groan that I relish as he drops his his knees in front of me.

“Lennon, baby,” he rasps, one finger coming up to trace the seam of my pussy through the lace of my thong. I glance down. His gaze is focused between my legs and his tongue darts out, wetting his bottom lip. “I need to taste you.”

Before I can even respond, he grabs the side of my thong and rips it in two pieces before pulling it off my body and my head falls back to the table with a thud.

“Dalton,” I whisper and he hums in approval.

“That’s what I want to hear you screaming when I make you come, sweet girl.”

A shiver racks my body. “Yes, sir.”

My words seem to unlock something inside of him and he grabs both of my legs and throws them over his shoulders before gripping the tops of my thighs with both hands. And then, his mouth is on me. His tongue flicks against my clit before he sucks it into his mouth harshly. The contrast is fucking delicious and my back arches off the table as I let out a moan. My hand finds his hair again and I thread my fingers through it. He releases my clit and dips his tongue inside me, stroking my walls and I pull his hair, earning a satisfied grunt from him.