Page 23 of Claiming Sarah

By the time we pull into my driveway, my emotions had muddied into slush. Dayton turns the truck off, sitting still with one hand on the gearshift, not looking at me. My instincts tell me he’s waiting, waiting for another rejection, like he’s received time and time again. So many people failed him.

I brush a hand across his cheeks, and his eyes close, face leaning into my touch. Other than his mother, had anyone touched him with affection? He appears starved for it. Turning his face, his eyes open to lock with mine. My heart seizes.

Complete adoration stares back at me, tugging on my heartstrings.

My lips tremble their way into a smile. In so many ways, he’s childlike, calling on my motherly instincts. And in others, when my mind flashes back to his tongue between my legs, I’m reminded he’s a grown man with a broken mind.

Slowly pulling away so he doesn’t assume I’m rejecting him, I unbuckle my seatbelt, pull on the door, and jump down. Experience urges me to proceed with caution with Dayton. In my hands rests the power to destroy him or change his life for the better.

It’d be so much easier if he had been a child in my care. Glancing from my pink-painted front door, I shoot a look at Dayton, eyebrows raising.

“Do you have the key?” He flashes me another creepy smile. I don’t think I’ll ever adjust to his scars.

“I buried the spare in the backyard. Let me go fetch it,”he says before jogging off, wild hair flopping around. He seriously needs a haircut.

I walk to the front door, running a palm down the paneled wood. I let Lauren paint it when she was eight. My forehead lands against the wood while I wrestle with my emotions.

“I’ve got it,” Dayton rasps behind me. I nod, never changing positions, hearing him approach until his front grazes my back.

“Are you okay, Sarah?” A shudder travels down my spine, unconsciously arching against him. His hands land on my hips before moving up to cup my breasts, bringing his cock flush against my bottom.

“Are we still not touching?” he whispers, breath skating across my skin.

“Dayton,” I gasp, resisting the urge to squirm against him. His cock jumps, and I cave, arching my back. He groans, bringing a hand to turn my head so his lips can ghost over mine.

“I want to touch, Sarah. With you, I want everything.” My nipples harden, and I moan into his mouth, letting him claim me. His tongue slips into my mouth, collecting my taste. Moaning, I return the kiss, whimpering when his free hand brushes a hardened nipple.

Pulling his mouth back, eyes closed, swollen lips whisper, “Teach me, Sarah. Show me how to please you.” I groan at his words, shifting forward.

He’s so much like a child, and I feel dirty.

Thoughts flee when his hands slip beneath my shirt and calloused hands hold my breast.

“Dayton,” I moan, leaning back against him.

“Don’t do that, Sarah. Don’t run from me. I know I’m different, but I want this, and you want this. Why push me away?” Confusion and a hint of anger flavor his voice.

Fuck. I’m messing this all up already.

“Dayton, we can’t—” I don’t get the words out, his hand slipping into the waistband of my pants and panties, aiming straight for my clit. My body bows, and a low moan slips from me, his deft fingers making circles.

“I want you to soak my hand like you did my face. I want your moans in my ear and your naked body in my arms,” he growls in my ear, fingers picking up speed. My hand clamps over my mouth, hips rolling into his touch. He’s going to make me come at my front door where anyone could see us.

“Dayton!” I shout when he pinches my clit, rubbing it between two fingers. My slick drips from me, coating his hand like he said. I nearly lose my mind when a thick digit prods my entrance. He shouldn’t be doing this. I can’t let him do this. Shaking my head, I open my mouth to say something, but only moans tumble out.

I’m coming. I’m so fucking coming, whimpering into the hot air, the sun beaming down on us. Dayton doesn’t stop. Adding a second finger, breathing heavily in my ear.

“Give it to me, Sarah. Let go,” he coaxes, and my eyes roll, body seizing as I do just that, coming on his fingers. His mouth slams into mine, tongue pushing in to re-stake his claim. My body goes limp, aftershocks lighting through me.

He doesn’t remove his hand, thumb making slow circles, helping me ride it out. Pulling his mouth back, he shifts our weight, propping half of us against the door and unlocking the door with his free hand. He twists the door open, yanking me back like a limp doll so I don’t fall forward.

My walls spasm around the fingers still in me, and I can’t summon the energy to stop him. Liquid gushes from me when he finally removes his hand, and my eyes follow his hand to his mouth, his tongue licking the fingers clean.

He meets my stare, lips curling up. “Oh, that’s just thebeginning, Sarah. I want inside, and you’re going to let me. Aren’t you?” he demands, bringing his face closer, and I nod weakly, my body still weak from the orgasm he wrenched from me.

Still smiling, he replies, “Good girl.”

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