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“You two going to be okay while I run errands and attempt to ward off these scavengers?” Luke asks.
I peek over at Gage for the answer.
He nods. “We’re good. Thanks for everything, man.”
Luke unbuckles his seat belt and fishes in his pocket before pulling out a key. “I’ll be here for anything you need. I’d suggest going through the back. You know the way.”
My heart races as we quickly slide out of the SUV. Our heads stay down, our gaze low, and Gage’s hand finds mine as he leads me through the fence to the back door. I hear Luke warning the media scavengers to step off his property at the same time Gage unlocks the door. He bolts the door when we safely make it inside, and his hand is back in mine while I follow him to the bedroom.
I stand in front of him while he sits down on the edge of the bed in exhaustion. He groans and slowly looks up at me in pain when I run my hands through his messy hair.
“I need you, Dyson,” is all he says before his hands venture up my summer dress, and he drags my panties to my ankles.
There’s no hesitation before I pull my dress over my head, toss it to the floor, and drop to my knees. His lips part when I loosen his belt and pull his pants down. My job tonight is to help him forget about his pain—at least temporarily—and heal the scar tissue over his heart that Missy caused.
His cock springs forth, ready for me, and I draw him into my mouth. His breathing quickens when I pull away to lick him up and down. He grabs the comforter in his fists, and the muscles in his legs tighten as he uses his power to keep them straight.
He’s restraining himself.
“Take me how you want,” I say around him. “Fuck my face how you want.”
My words flip the switch in him. His hand leaves the bed to wrap around my hair, tugging it back, and his dick falls from my lips. He hisses and yanks me back to him, my mouth open, and clenches his hands around my strands.
His hips tilt as he feverishly rams his erection into my mouth, going deeper with each stroke. I let him control my every move, stopping myself from gagging, and I give him what he wants. What heneeds.
“Fuck, you suck me so good,” he says between breaths. “Reach down and play with yourself.”
I’m soaked, and my thighs are sticky with my juices when I do as I was told.
“How wet are you for me, Dyson?” he asks in a strained voice.
I stroke my clit one time before pulling away and holding my finger up to him. I’m surprised at how well I’m multitasking. I gasp and nearly fall back when his hand loosens on my hair, so he can lean down and suck my finger.
“So wet,” he says. “So delicious.”
I cry out at the loss of him when he pulls away again, and then I stare up at him, licking my lips, already missing the taste of his pre-cum.
He pulls his shirt off and pats his lap. “Come here, baby.”
I climb on him and moan when his fingernails bite into the skin at my hips.
“Ride me, Dyson. Ride this pain from me.”
And that’s what I do.
I grip his shoulders while carefully guiding his erection inside me. He doesn’t loosen his hold on me as he rocks his hips up to go deeper.
My body quivers as he fills me up, and I set a pace that borders the line of steady and hard. It’s rough but intimate.
His large hand wraps around the back of my neck, and he pulls my face down to his. “Did you miss this cock, baby?”
I pull myself up and slam down on him harder. “God, yes, so bad!”
His nose nuzzles mine. “Mmm … I sure missed your pussy. I’ve been dreaming about being inside you again.” He groans and pumps his hips up. “So fucking good. Bounce on me.”
His eyes stay on me as our sweaty bodies move against each other's.
“Take me. Take it all,” I moan out, dragging my nails along his back.
