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My hands clutch the bedding as he continues to move in and out of me, and I have to remember not to squeeze my eyes shut. But just as I’m about to come, he pulls out. I open my eyes, not realizing I closed them, only to feel his mouth at my clit, tasting me, before he slides two fingers straight inside me.
“That’s it… cry for me,” he says, but I’m already arching my back in pleasure. And his mouth is moving at the perfect pace again. I feel the loss of his fingers before I do his mouth, and as I come down from the ecstasy, he’s thrusting his cock back into me. I grip his hair, hungry for more, only to feel the pressure building yet again.
He fucks me harder and faster this time. I’m screaming his name as loud as I possibly can. And then he’s coming too.
And when I look at him, I notice he’s drinking in every moment. He pulls out of me and lies next to me, his cock still semi-hard and a smile on his face.
“I could do this every day,” Dawson says.
“If it feels that good, so could I,” I tell him honestly. “Does sex always feel like that?”
“No. You will have bad fucks, but never with me.”
“So other men…”
He doesn’t answer right away, and when I turn to look at him, I find him staring up at the ceiling.
“Don’t mention other men when I just fucked you senseless.”
“Don’t talk to me that way if you ever wish to fuck me again. Understand?” I bite back and sit up.
He pulls me back down and kisses my neck. “I’m sorry.”
“Hm…” I hum in response.
“Forgive me.”
And I do because he then proceeds to show me exactly how sorry he is.
CHAPTER 39
Dawson
Igrin at the photo sent by Honey only an hour ago.
It’s of her squeezing honey over her tits. I shift my hard cock to a more comfortable position.Fuck, she has no idea how beautiful she is.And that temper I saw last night… my cock pulses. That perfectly polished mask of hers slipped, and I delighted in the underlying ferociousness.
I wanted to see what Honey thought of the event last night, but I received so much more than simply her approval or appraisal. It was hard to go our separate ways when I had work matters to attend to.
Lesley knocks and lets herself in. When she sees me, she stutters to a halt and glances around the room, then looks behind her.
“Were you just smiling at your phone?”
I set the phone on my desk, the screen down. “I received good news.”
“How nice,” she drawls. “How did the event go last night?”
“It went as well as expected. I’ve had service requests coming through all morning.”
She nods and tosses some photographs on my desk. “I heard Mrs. Laddle ended up with a broken nose and was blacklisted.”
I can’t help the smile. I can tell Lesley wants to be mad at me, but she also breaks out in a smile. “I have to give it to the little bumble bee… I didn’t think she had it in her. But at least we don’t have to deal with that old hag anymore.”
I pick up the pictures as Lesley sits across from me and flick through them. Various security footage images of those on the grounds last night. All were invited guests. Which means our mystery fucker was smart enough not to come on the premises.
“The street security?” I ask.
“Henry is working on it now. He says it shouldn’t be too long. Do you think the guy fell for it?”
