8. Dalton
Chapter Eight
DALTON
I run my hands over Candy’s full tits, nearly coming all over myself in the process. She’s so fucking beautiful, here in my bed. I’ve dreamed about this so many times, it’s like all my fantasies have sprung into life at once. We shouldn’t be doing this, breaking the pact I made with Jax. But somehow the wrongness of it doesn’t stop me. It spurs me on.
She smells so good, her wetness all over my tongue as I lean down to lick and suck her tits as she clutches onto the sheets. My fingers drop to her clit and she moans, so wet and ready for me.
Her eyes are big as she stares up at me. “I’m on birth control. Not that I’ve ever needed it. My ex wanted to wait until…”
“You’ve never done this before?”
She shakes her head. Fuck me. She’s all mine. My perfect, sweet little present.
“Are you sure, Candy?”
“I am. I want to feel you inside me.” Her voice is husky.
“I haven’t done this in a long, long time. I hope I don’t disappoint you.” I smile as I roll my tongue across her nipple and she gasps and arches her back.
“You could never disappoint me…” Her voice ends in a moan as I slip a finger inside her drenched pussy.
I guide the tip of my cock to her soaking wet opening. Slowly I ease inside her. Her face crumples for a second and I stop.
“Does it hurt?”
“A little, but it’s so good.” Her eyelashes flutter as I ease in further and she moans.
Her tight pussy is gripping my cock as I inch deeper and I groan as I fill her completely. She’s so tight and warm, her thighs trembling as she wraps her legs around my waist.
I slide my cock in and out, slowly at first and then faster. “You like that, beautiful?”
“Please, yes. Fuck me, Dalton…”
Hearing her say those words is like a red rag to a bull. I growl, pumping harder, making her tits jiggle in time to my thrusts. I stroke her clit with one finger as I pump, her thighs shaking as she arches away from the bed. Thrusting harder, my balls tighten as she holds onto my shoulders. I drive my cock deeper into her as her pussy starts to convulse around it, pushing me over the edge. I come hard, buried deep inside her, shouting her name as I fill her up. She’s moaning as she comes, her eyes half-open.
Our breathing slows. We fall asleep with the sheets tangled around us, one of her hands resting on my big belly as it rises and falls.
The cold light of morning wakes me up from a deep sleep. Candy’s hand is still resting on my stomach. I gently remove it, pulling on my clothes. Last night was incredible, but she’s too perfect. In every way. She’s out of my league, and last night proved it.
I brew some coffee, sipping it as the clock ticks.
Candy runs downstairs, fully dressed. “I forgot to text to say I was staying out last night. Woke up to some frantic messages from Mom. Juniper sent me a cryptic text to say she’s covered for me, I don’t know what that means. I have to go.”
I nod.
She walks up to me and stands on tiptoe. “Last night was amazing. And I can’t wait to do it again. I want to tell the world, but I guess we have to keep quiet?”
I can’t help smiling at her. She’s so gorgeous and full of life. Candy makes me feel like all problems can be fixed, just with her enthusiasm if nothing else.
“Yes, I think Jax would explode if he knew. The pact was never meant to be broken.” I shake my head.
“Well, we definitely broke it last night. And you’ve made me a whole lot more cheerful about Christmas.” Candy kisses me again. “I better try and sneak back.”
After she’s left, I clean the kitchen. The house is suddenly very empty. What have I done? I don’t want to betray my best friend. But I can’t deny how important his sister is to me.
It’s an impossible problem. One that even Candy might not be able to solve.