Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 97382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
“Actually, it doesn’t matter what sport I play, as long as you’re cheering for me.”
I reach up with my other hand and cup her behind her neck. I bring her to me, pressing our foreheads together and staring deep into her whiskey gaze. “My happiness is right here, and everything else is just a bonus.”
And then I fuse my mouth to hers.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-TWO
Dawson
“I’ll only want to cheer for you. Splat number 60 on my back since it’s my favorite number now.”
I groan at that just as Ambrosia opens her mouth for me, and I dive in, tasting her and loving the sweet taste of caramel from the coffees we got this morning. As I lean her back, covering her body with mine, she tosses the nail clippers off the bed before sliding her fingers up the back of my neck. I press my hips into hers, moaning into her mouth at the feel of her thighs squeezing my hips. Her warm center welcomes the hardness of my cock, and I find myself moaning even more.
“Fuck, I love your body,” I mutter against her lips before sucking on her chin, then trailing kisses down her neck. “I don’t think you realize.” Kiss. “How fucking good.” Kiss. “It feels to have someone.” Kiss. “To talk to, who understands the way I think.” Kiss. “I need you.” Kiss. “To know that you are my joy, heart-stopper.”
I drag my tongue down her throat, and she arches up into me, moaning my name. “You’re mine,” she cries out as I sit back to open her robe.
She’s naked underneath.
I’m drooling at this point. “Just a robe covering all this sweetness?”
She grins up at me as she unties the ribbon holding it together, exposing all her delicious curves and smooth skin. I drop my gaze between her legs to find her wet and glistening for me. When I meet her eyes, she gives me a coy grin. “Am I supposed to be wearing something under this robe?”
“Fuck no,” I mutter as I lean in to capture her nipple between my teeth. Her little gasp is fuel to the fire that gathers in the pit of my stomach. I suck then bite, before sucking hard again as she cries and squirms beneath me. I move to her other nipple, doing the same and loving the little moans that leave her sweet lips. I make my way down her sternum, licking around her belly button before I settle between her legs. Her eyes never leave me, hooded and dark. Her lips are swollen and parted as she breathes in and out.
I lick my lips and demand, “Open this pussy for me.”
She takes a deep breath before sliding her fingers down and opening herself for me. Her black nails are a beautiful contrast to her slick heat. My mouth waters at the sight of her clit, all swollen and begging to be sucked. “I love your pussy, Ambrosia.” Before she can comment, I drop my mouth to her clit and suck it in earnest. I swirl my tongue around it, suck it, and then I flick my tongue quickly as she unravels for me.
She’s screaming my name, her thighs squeezing my head, when she comes the first time. I love how hard she comes, my name a grunt and a scream from her pretty mouth. Against her wet flesh, I declare, “I want to stay right here. Eating and sucking this pussy until you can’t think.”
“Please,” she begs.
“Do you know how important you are to me?”
She nods, her eyes wild. “I do. I really do.” I spread her wetness over her clit and then down to her back hole as she moans loudly. “I’m wild for you, Dawson.”
I kiss her stomach. “I know, Ro. So wild. You’re going to give me three more, aren’t you?”
She squeaks as I reach for the side table. “Three?”
“Yup, as I fuck you with this toy through two of them.” I take out the one with three branches, and she cries out.
“Dawson, I can’t. It’s too much.”
“You can.” We’ve played with her toys a lot, but this one always gets in her head for some reason. I’ve got an idea, and I think she’s going to love it. “You’re gonna come so pretty for me because you’re my girl, aren’t you, Ro?”
“Dawson,” she cries as I drag it through her slickness.
“Then you’re going to flip over and open those ass cheeks for me so I can make a mess of you, aren’t you?”
“Fuck. Yes, please.”
She loves when I masturbate for her, and I almost want to do just that. “Or maybe I’ll let you come on my cock.”
She whimpers as I continue to drag the toy through her wetness. “All. I want it all.”
“Then I’ll give it to you,” I promise as I push the first part that’s for her clit into her pussy. Her face twists in confusion, but then her eyes widen when I press the second end into her ass. “Breathe for me, baby.” Her eyes lock with mine, and I see nothing but trust in her sweet gaze. I nod, and she draws in a deep breath as the head makes it past the tight ring of muscle in her ass. “That’s my girl.”