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Dawson nods and steps back, his gaze intent on me the entire time. I watch as he removes each article of clothing until he is completely naked.
“Your turn,” he says.
I climb off the bed and turn around to give him my back. I push my hair to the side and look over my shoulder at him. He doesn’t waste any time before he steps up closer and ever so slowly unzips my dress, his fingers lightly brushing my skin on the way down. He slides it over my hips until it drops to the floor.When I turn around, his eyes are firmly on me. I’m wearing an expensive lingerie set from his store—the honey-colored one I loved so much. I didn’t wear it with him in mind. I just like expensive things and how they feel on my skin.
“Beautiful,” he breathes out as his fingers touch my breast and drag across it, making my skin prickle with need.
I stand, letting him look and touch, and all the while, my insides are screaming at me.
“I just want sex. Don’t go down on me. I want to know if it’s enough,” I tell him.
“But I like to taste you.”
“You can taste me after.” I smile, then grab his hand and pull it down between my legs. He immediately slides a finger between my pussy lips.
“Crotchless panties.” He raises a brow, and I smile seductively. “You’re already wet for me,” he growls, then steps forward until the back of my legs hits the bed, and I fall backward. I scoot farther up the mattress, and he climbs over me. He leans down and bites my nipple through the lace before he pulls off and does the same to the other one. All the while, his hand is between my legs, stroking me up and down my clit, then in and out.
I thrust my hips and reach down to grab his cock.
“My needy girl,” he croons as I spread my legs wider and pull him even closer. He moves his fingers away, and his cock slides between my folds teasingly. I start to get restless and want him to move more, to inch into me and bury himself deep. I have this overwhelming need for himto be inside me. I lift my hips and feel his tip at my entrance. “Are you sure you’re ready for me?” he asks. I move, and he grunts but stays still, just the tip breaching me.
“Dawson,” I growl.
“Oh, there she is,” he says and smirks. He leans down and bites my lip as he ever so slowly slides into me. My body tenses, and I stretch, taking him in. As soon as he’s fully seated, I open my eyes to find him watching me.
“Keep your eyes open,” he demands.
A knock sounds on the door, but we both ignore it.
I don’t bother replying to him as he starts to move. He leans back down and kisses me.
I’ve been told that a lot of women can’t come like this, that they need clitoral stimulation. But the way he is moving inside of me, our bodies so close, I can feel the friction on my clit.
And damn, it feels good.
I wonder if any other man would fuck me this good.
Or if I got really lucky with Dawson and no other will ever meet the standard he’s set.
I know this is a fling.
But I try to embrace the now.
How can it work between us?
My father sure as hell won’t approve.
He didn’t like Dawson when they met at the wedding, so what would make him like him now?
And if my father found out that he paid a lot of money to fuck me, well, I’m sure he wouldfind a way to put a bullet straight into Dawson’s head and not even blink while doing it.
A hard bite on my breast startles me, and I cry out, suddenly back in the room. Bite marks circle my tit as Dawson looks at me almost impatiently.
“Am I not demanding enough?” he asks, sounding insulted.
I laugh. “You actually fucking bit me.”
The tension ripples out of him as he kisses it better. “Now you know how it feels.”
