Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
And I immediately melt into him.
An onslaught of desire, of heat and burning want, overtakes me.
And fuck me, does he know how to kiss. His tongue is demanding yet lazy. Possessive yet offers me space to explore as well. Definitely the best kiss I’ve ever had, but my mind is racing.
What do I know of this man?
He’s funny.
He’s very good-looking.
And he makes my girl parts sing.
He’s also friends with my sister’s new husband, who just so happens to be incredibly dangerous. Does that make Dawson just as dangerous? Most of the people at this wedding are criminals in one way or another. Is Dawson? Most likely.
All those thoughts leave my head when I feel his hard dick push against my inner thigh.
Dick.
Dick.
Dick.
There’s no room for thought…
… only Dawson.
I want more.
Need more.
Shamelessly and thoughtlessly, I take everything this man is willing to offer.
I lift my hands, which have been rigidly hanging at my sides this entire time, and grab hold of his shirt, pulling him even closer, if that’s possible. My hips naturally grind against him, thirsty for the friction of his dick. I let my body take over with its own form of desire since I have no idea what I’m doing.
“Hold up!” Dawson pants and pulls back.
I feel the loss of his lips instantly. Did I do something weird? My arms fall to my sides, and I know lipstick is probably smeared across both of our faces, but I can’t meet his gaze.
“I don’t have anything,” he says.
Oh! Right, a condom… of course. I can feel the energy in the room changing, but I don’t want this to end. I finally lift my gaze, and when I meet his, it’s hooded and filled with heat. I suck in a sharp breath. I want this so fucking badly.
Him. I want him.
I find some form of courage and act before I can reconsider.
I’m here now, so I’ll make the most of it.
Grabbing a handful of my dress, I lift it slightly, taking a step closer to Dawson. I drop down to my knees in front of him. He studies me, those stormy blue eyes glued to me. He doesn’t ask me what I’m doing because he already knows.
I reach for his belt and start unbuckling. When I get the belt undone, it’s easy to free his cock, and the second I do, I start comparing. The last cock I had in my mouth was a lot smaller. Will this one even be able to fit my other hole if we had sex?
Shit.
I kiss him just above his penis, and he grunts as my mouth moves lower. I dart my tongue across his tip, having my first taste.
I think I’m good at giving head. I learned a lot from girl talk, and the men I’ve sucked off before always came, so I am fairly certain I’m doing it right. And I really want to make Dawson come. I want to know that I can make a man like Dawson weak at the knees.
“Fuck, Honey.” He grunts, and I lean forward and cover his tip with my lips, wrapping around it.
A knock sounds on the door, and I freeze. The doorknob rattles as someone tries to open it. Startled, my teeth close around his cock, and I bite down on accident.
Dawson grunts loudly and pushes me away from his cock. “Fuck,” he hisses.
I fall onto my ass as we both stare at his cock. I’m terrified. How could I have bitten him? I almost expect it to no longer be attached. Before I can give his dick a good inspection, I still at the use of my name.
“Honey, are you in there?” It’s my father’s voice.
Oh shiiit! I panic. As I get off the floor, my head smacks into something hard.
“Oh my fucking God.” Holding my head, I look up to find Dawson bleeding from his nose.
Well, that didn’t go as planned.
“Honey?” my father calls again. The doorknob rattles once more, and Dawson huffs.
“It’s just me. No Honey.” And as he says the words, his eyes pin me. One hand is still on his cock, and the other is attending to his slightly bleeding nose.
“Okay, thanks.” I hear my father say and stay quiet until I hear footsteps disappearing down the hall.
“I’m so sorry.” I reach for him, but he steps back.
“Let’s not,” Dawson says, shaking his head.
I look down to his exposed cock and see painful red bite marks circling the girth. “I didn’t mean to,” I whisper, biting my bottom lip, utterly embarrassed. He carefully tucks himself away and grunts when his trousers brush against the raw skin. I watch as he slips a hand into his pocket for a napkin and wipes his nose, removing the traces of blood.
“It’s time I head home for the night. This was…” Dawson seems lost for words and doesn’t finish as he steps around me and opens the door without a backward glance.