33 #2
Her breath picks up. Her delicate fingers toy with the waistband of my jeans.
“Let me take care of you,” she breathes.
And then she gets on her knees.
My senses scramble. I grip the corner shelf to hold myself upright and get a goddamn grip on sanity. Too many fantasies are coming true at once. Dakota on her knees in front of me. Dakota for the rest of my life.
It’s then her warm, wet mouth closes around me and my mind goes blank. She sucks my cock into her mouth so deep that I almost come. The gentle drag of her teeth, her hands cupping my balls, have me groaning, agonized.
“Suck me off, Cupcake.” I wrap a fist in her hair and give it a gentle yank. “Take all you can with that pretty pink mouth.”
I can feel her smiling against me. She milks every long stroke, no rushing. She takes her time, gives me everything I don’t deserve and then some.
“Fuck,” I curse. Sweat beads on my brow.
Unable to help it, I buck and thrust my cock deeper into her mouth. Her nails dig into my ass. She holds me against her, sucks me deeper. There’s no holding back. I come so hard my ears ring. She takes all of me, drinking me in.
Dakota pulls back, looking triumphant.
“Your turn,” I rasp.
“We don’t have time,” she whispers, her wild eyes darting to the pantry door.
I look down at her and grip her jaw with my hand.
“I always have time for you. You never accept no. You never deserve no. If you need something taken care of, you tell me. If you need to be taken care of, you tell me. Do you understand me?”
Those black, starless eyes darken and she nods. “Yes, Davis.”
“Your turn,” I repeat. Need has me reaching down and yanking her back into my arms. I grab a handful of that spectacular ass and hold on. “Now bend over.”
She obeys, leaning forward and gripping an empty shelf for balance.
I slide up her dress, exposing a thong with red cherries on it. That combined with the heels she’s wearing feels like I’m in the Garden of goddamn Eden.
This time, I slam on the light, not willing to miss out on the sight of Dakota ready to take all of me. Her puffy pink pussy and tight round ass are positioned at a gorgeous angle that makes it hard to breathe.
I spread her legs open and slide a finger through her wet channel, tugging those panties to the side. She’s wet. Swollen. The pulse of her core around my finger fires every nerve ending in my body.
“Davis,” Dakota whispers, looking over her shoulder at me. She rolls her hips impatiently and it sets me off.
I fucking line myself up with her entrance, grip her hips and slam viciously inside.
“Davis!”
Dakota’s squeal of delight makes me grin.
Breath coming in short bursts, she dips lower, giving me the most exquisite angle. Deep. I’m so damn deep. Her slender fingers fan out on the shelf as I power into her over and over again.
“Tell me if I hurt you,” I growl.
“Never,” she gasps. “You’ll never hurt me, Davis.”
Her trust is devastating. Decimating. The burn in my chest intensifies. So do my thrusts. In and out. Hard and fast until she’s gasping for air. Until she’s holding onto the shelf for dear life.
“Oh, God, Davis .”
“That’s it, baby. All of me.”
I should go slow, but I can’t. I fuck her how she deserves to be fucked. All my attention, all my love, Dakota gets it.
“Made for me, baby,” I say, digging my fingers into all that creamy white skin. The velvet feel of her tight pussy break me into a million pieces. “You’re fucking made for me.”
“Yes, yes ,” she cries out. She’s shaking as a sob escapes her lips.
I fold over her, finding that swollen bundle of nerves between her legs and stroke. I fuck her with my fingers. Fuck her with my cock. Dakota gets the best of me. And she’ll always have it.
The scent of sex. The sound of skin against skin. Dakota’s breathy whimpers as she writhes and begs without words. It’s too much.
“Come for me, Dakota.” I press a kiss against her silky back. “Come for me, Cupcake.”
I grit my teeth, desperate to release my load. But I wait for her. I’d wait six more years for a chance with this woman. Her and that baby are my light, my soul. The best thing that’s ever happened to me.
“Davis, Davis—”
That’s when Dakota’s entire body tenses. My cock’s frozen inside of her as her pussy tenses and ripples around my shaft. And then she’s shuddering, weeping, closing her eyes and burying her face in the crook of her arm as the orgasm rockets through her.
I explode. Violently. Earth-shattering tremors rock my body, and a bellow tears through my throat. I reach a hand around and cradle Dakota’s stomach, pulling her closer to me to absorb the jerky motion.
When we come down, I withdraw and yank up my jeans. Dakota rasps a shaky laugh, her eyes fluttering as she tries to rein in her breath. I adjust her thong and straighten her dress. And then she’s back in my arms where she belongs.
Dakota moans and buries her face against my chest. Her heart races against mine. When she lifts her head, beautiful dark eyes peer up at me from beneath dark lashes. “You, Davis Montgomery, are a pussy crasher.”
I chuckle. “That’s right, baby, and don’t you forget it.”
With a wicked grin, she grips me by the shirt collar and brings me to her lips. “Now let’s go out there, throw a fucking party, and eat the best damn cake you’ve ever had in your life.”