Page 47 of Taming Dahlia


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“Ah-ah-ah.I said that I wanted to do all the work, didn’t I?” She grinned down at me, eyes glittering with a hint of challenge in them, her plush mouth curved in a small, smug smirk.

I gave in to the temptation and sunk my teeth into that bottom lip, tasting her moans before they left her mouth.

Conceding, I withdrew my hands from her waist in order to set them somewhere on the couch, when I felt something plastic under my palm and a sudden blood-curdling scream erupted out of nowhere.

Blondie jumped and almost fell off my lap, but I managed to wrap my arms around her just in time.

Startled, my eyes jerked to the TV, where on the screen a masked man was chasing down a woman through a dark forest.

Blondie looked back at me wide-eyed for a moment before she broke into breathless little giggles. Her laughter was so contagious that I couldn’t help but join in, shaking my head in disbelief at what had just happened.

Well… this was one way to ruin the mood.

Blondie’s shoulders were shaking as she buried her head in the crook of my neck. “God,” she said, a hand flying to her chest. “That scared the shit out of me.”

I nodded my head, my own heartbeat starting to slow down, and with a sigh reached over to grab the remote and silence the blaring TV.

However, even that little surprise hadn’t been enough to diminish my arousal. Fortunately, it appeared that the mood wasn’t entirely ruined, as I felt Blondie slowly start resuming her movements. Her warm breaths brushed against my neck as she found the rhythm again, riding me excruciatingly slowly.

I dismissed the passing thought of just how easy it would be to flip her over on her back and fuck her into the couch. The view I had in front of me more than made up for it.

I gently massaged one of her breasts, teasing the nipple with quick flicks before trailing my fingers down her abdomen and lower. When I found what I’d been looking for, her hips stuttered in their movement, thighs shivering around me.

She whined and began picking up speed, lifting his hips higher so she could slam them down again right where sheneeded it. Her eyes slipped shut as she lost herself in the sensation. Every cell in my body was screaming at me to move, to thrust up into that tight heat and wring out more of those noises from her, but I forced myself to stay still.

“Ah – ah – ah –” She had been reduced to tiny little gasps every time my cock fucked into her. Her eyes fluttered open and I nearly came on the spot after seeing how dazed they looked, completely lost to pleasure.

“Oh fuck, Ace. I’m close, I’mclose–-” Her voice cracked halfway through the sentence, tears glistening on her eyelashes. I aimed my hips a little higher, and I felt her pulsing around me as she let out a desperate cry. My arms wrapped around her tightly as I slammed deep into her a second later, the breath punched out of my lungs. Despite its slow and prolonged build-up, the orgasm still managed to take me by surprise.

Blondie was trembling in my arms, and I brushed a kiss over the back of her neck in an attempt to soothe her. The silence of the living room was only broken by the sounds of our heavy breaths. It was very fortunate that King and Jack were out, as I was confident that they would have heard us.

That was when, deep within my thoughts, a sudden realization slowly dawned on me.

Oh,fuck.

I had completely forgotten about Jack.

I looked back at Blondie in my arms, her breaths tickling my neck.

Well… it was a little too late to do anything about it now.

* * *

Only King, Jack, and I were present at the breakfast table the following morning.

The empty seat across from me almost seemed to mock me.

“So… where’s Blondie?” I asked as nonchalantly as I could possibly manage.

“She told me she wasn’t hungry and that she’ll eat later…” It was King who answered. “But If you ask me, I just think that she found some new book that she didn’t want to put down.”

Jack let out a chuckle. “That sounds like her.”

“Yeah…” I added a few moments too late.

Throughout the entire morning, a sense of paranoia lingered on me, convinced that King and Jack were aware of the events that unfolded between Blondie and me last night.

But that was impossible, wasn’t it? How could they possibly know?

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