Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 97382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
“Daw…Daw…Dawson, so, so good.”
I start to go hard, needing to be deeper and feel her come undone for me. I watch as I disappear into her, her pussy wet and sucking me in with ease. The sounds are lewd, but they’re my favorite. Especially when each of my thrusts goes deeper, the sound of my thighs hitting hers mingling with our moans as we both chase that high. A high only we can give each other. I feel her start to squeeze me, and I go a little faster. “That’s it, Ro. Come on my cock. Come on. Go. Come for me.”
“Dawson—”
“Yeah, baby, scream my name and come on this cock. It’s yours. I’m yours. Come for me so I can fill you up.”
She arches, her breasts bouncing with each slam of my hips. She feels so good, but when she comes, squeezing the hell out of me, I swear I’ve died and gone to heaven. I fuck her through her orgasm, and mine follows faster than I expected. I only get two good pumps before I’m coming so hard, I feel as if I black out. I pulse inside her, filling her up with everything I have. She pants beneath me before throwing an arm across her eyes and reaching for me with her other hand. I cover her body with mine, and our noses press together as we fight for breath. I kiss her top lip, then she kisses my bottom before we meet for a lazy, sweet kiss.
“So good,” she mutters against my lips.
“The best.”
She scoffs. “You have no frame of reference.”
“I don’t need it or want it. I just want you.”
Her eyes open slowly, still hooded as they hold mine. “I only want you too, Dawson. You know that, right?”
I feel this might be the moment. Surely she loves me. I mean, I feel it deep in my soul, so it must be real, yet I can’t bring myself to say it. I’ve practically begged this girl for her time, so she knows how I feel. I need her to tell me.
I fucking need her to love me.
I kiss her again. “I do.”
She smiles, stroking her fingers along my jaw. I kiss her fingers, nipping the tips before I push up to look at where my come is leaking out of her onto the bed. I pull out slowly, both of us hissing before I scoop up my come and push it back in. She moans loudly, a shiver running up her body as her wanton gaze meets mine. “I want you full of me.”
She licks her lips. “Same.”
I nuzzle her cheek, my lips moving along her ear as I ask, “Did you like the ass play?”
We haven’t done much, only a finger here, a toy there, but she’s the one who asks me to do it. I was all for it. I mean, her ass is a fucking trophy to behold, and I love making her scream. She may be a little freaky-freak, but her cheeks redden a bit as she tells me, “Yeah, a lot. It felt so good.”
I groan in her ear, my cock throbbing between my legs. “Fuck, I want back in you.”
She giggles softly as she threads her fingers through the back of my hair. “Did you like it?”
I kiss her lobe then her jaw before licking her lips. “I just love making you come.”
She moves with me as I sit up, cupping my face and holding me close. “It’s the best with you.” She kisses my nose, then my lips. She glides her fingers along my lips, then my jaw, her eyes never straying from mine. She makes me feel like I win a championship just by being hers. Her eyes burn into mine, and I swear she’s going to utter the words.
“I’m gonna take a shower.”
I try not to be disappointed, but it’s hard.
My shoulders drop, but I quickly kiss her so she doesn’t see it. As our lips move, I know in my heart that she’ll love me one day.
I just wish that day were today.
It’s getting really hard not to tell her how fucking much I love her.
Hell, the girl has had me swallowing my pride from the top… Maybe I should just tell her.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-THREE
Ambrosia
Okay, I need someone to tell me I’m completely dick-drunk and not head over heels for Dawson Sinclair.
I lean my shoulder into the doorway of the bathroom that leads to my bedroom, watching as he changes the sheets and bedding in his slutty little silk robe as he hums a Sabrina Carpenter song. The silk robe hits him right at the tops of his thighs, so when he moves, I get a glimpse of that white ass of his and the butterfly tattoo that makes me feral. He moves with the grace and precision that he brings to the ice and the field and, really, anywhere he goes. He’s just so fucking confident and absolutely stunning. He has a smug little grin on his face that tells me he knows he fucked me good. And he did. So damn good.