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“Baby,” Iain whispered against my lips, his deep brown eyes staring into mine.
I don’t know if he realized what he’d called me because he was so blissed out. But the shockwave that ran through my body from that one word was white-hot lightning racing in my veins.
This was so much more than fucking.
But I knew for sure I was screwed.
Iain
What I thought would be a quick and dirty fuck with Dawson turned into the hottest, most sensual sex of my life.
And then I had to ruin it all by calling him “baby.”
Where the fuck had that come from? Not that Dawson seemed put off by it.
If anything, his grip on my body tightened as he thrust his hips and gyrated against my ass like he couldn’t get deep enough inside of me. And I pushed back, the feel of his hard, bare cock in my ass the most incredible pleasure and pain, exquisite.
I wasn’t the only one whimpering and gasping and moaning in pleasure.
Suddenly, it was too much. I wasn’t prepared for the swell of emotions that overwhelmed me. I needed him hard and fast; I needed oblivion.
“Oh God, Dawson, it’s too much…I need?—”
Fuck, I couldn’t even explain it.
But Dawson, like always, could read me without any words.
“I’ll give you everything you need,” he whispered in my ear.
Next thing I knew, I was pushed back on my hands and knees, facing the headboard, and he began to pummel my ass. Hard.
Every time his massive cock hit my prostate, I nearly jumped off the bed.
He gripped my left hip and gently used his right hand to squeeze my neck, and oh fuck, I liked that a whole lot.
“Good?” Dawson asked with a deep grunt as he squeezed again.
Good didn’t even begin to describe it. He was so in tune with my body, and it made me hot all over.
“Yes.” My moan was low and desperate.
Dawson squeezed my throat again, and I gasped. Combined with the intense fucking, my climax was building faster, higher, almost frightening in its intensity.
Then, the hand gripping my hip slid around over my stomach in a long, slow sweep that had goosebumps popping up on my skin. Finally, he gripped my leaking cock and began to tug in time to his thrusts.
“Dawson,” I whispered, barely getting the word out.
This. This was what I needed.
No face-to-face, no soft touches. Just pure, primal fucking.
“You don’t come until I say so,” Dawson panted as he pounded into me. “Understood?”
I think I grunted in response, but I was so far gone I didn’t care.
Dawson quickly moved his hand to the back of my neck and pushed my upper body to the mattress. The change in angle meant that he nailed my prostate with every thrust.
“Right there! Don’t stop!” I screamed, the sound muffled by the duvet.
