Page 59 of Greased

“Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me to stop.” Under his gravelly tone, I note the seriousness of what he is trying to convey. He wants me just as desperately as I want him. That his hunger for me is just as strong as mine is for him. That he will only stop if I tell him too.

But over nine months of separation from him has made me desperate, if not completely lost of all self respect for any ground rules I had set for myself. All the anger and resentment I feel for him completely faded. All I can see is the man in front of me. The man that promised me we would never be done.

“Don’t stop.” My voice is a pathetic groan.

“Fuck, baby.” Dawson’s voice cracks as he pushes my legs down from his waist. His hands instantly find their place at my wist bandagain, immediately stripping me of my shorts and underwear. I gasp as the cool air, of what I assume is some kind of closet, hits my flesh.

I feel Dawson crouch in front of me, his hands tapping my ankles as I step from my clothes. I jump when I feel his nose connect with the mound of my pussy. I hear him take in a deep breath and I can’t help but feel self-conscious, knowing just how much I was sweating during our sparring session.

There’s a deep groan straight from Dawson’s chest as I try to turn from his hold on me.

“Fuck, you smell delicious.” I snort, my cheeks reddening in embarrassment. Dawson moves his hands from my ankles and I go to step away.

His hands grip my waist and push me back to the wall. “Where do you think you are going, Vixen?” His voice is a deep rumble, turning me into mush.

I stumble on my words as I feel his face return to the spot between my legs. His stubble scratches my sensitive skin as I hear him take another inhale. “You aren’t going anywhere until your legs are shaking and my cum is running down your legs. I am going to fucking destroy you for anyone else, do you hear me?”

I scoff, unable to stop baiting him. I must be a masochist. “I’d like to see you try. What was your name again? Declan?”

Dawson’s hands tighten to the point of pain on my waist, a deep growl escapes him and I know then, I’ve really gone and done it.

“Such a naughty little slut aren’t you, Vixen? You will be eating your words soon enough. The only name you will know is fucking mine.” He doesn’t give me a moment to hit him with another wordas he swings one of my legs over his shoulder and dives into my pussy, immediately finding my clit and sucking it into his mouth.

“Fuck, Fuck. Oh my god.” Dawson’s attack on my pussy almost brings me to my knees, the only thing keeping me up right is his hold on me. His tongue attacks me with a hunger I didn’t know one could possess. One of his hands moves from its spot on my hip to my centre where he instantly finds my entrance.

His fingers don’t hesitate as they sink to the hilt inside me. I suck in a sharp breath at the invasion. He instantly adds a second finger and my body stiffens at the slight twinge of pain.

“Relax, Scar.” His voice purrs but it does the job. I feel my body relax at his instruction. He must feel it too as he chuckles. “So fucking obedient for me. You like to act so fucking tough, but really you are just begging for me to tell you what to do, aren’t you?”

I can’t help but moan at his words. That independent woman I thought I had built myself up to be seeming to melt away completely.

“Such a good fucking girl. Milk my fingers baby.”

His tongue returns to my clit as he slowly flicks it. His fingers fuck in and out of my cunt and if it wasn’t for him holding me up, my legs would have collapsed from under me.

I feel my body tighten up, the beginnings of an orgasm tightening my lower stomach. I gasp as Dawson pulls away, his fingers slipping from me.

“What the fuck, Dawson?” I yell at the man who just chuckles in reply. My leg drops from his place on my shoulder as he stands back to full height.

“If you are going to cum on anything, it's going to be my cock.” Dawson’s hands wrap around my thighs as he lifts me back up intohis hold. I scream as his cock sinks to the hilt. Tears spring in my eyes at the burn.

“Jesus fucking christ, you are so tight,” he groans, dropping his head into the crook of my neck. I expect him to instantly start moving but he gives me a few moments, seeming to also catch his own breath. Eventually, the burn fades away. It’s almost as though he can read my mind as he pulls his head back.

“Move,” I whimper, needing the orgasm he denied me.

His chuckle is dark, sending a shiver over my skin. “You aren’t in charge here, Vixen.”

I instantly nod, unable to be disobedient. “Sorry, Daddy.” My voice is a meek whimper but I know he hears me.

Dawson inhales a deep breath as his hands tighten on their place at my hips.

“That’s right, baby. I’m your fucking Daddy.”

I gasp as he pulls out right to the tip and slams back inside me. My eyes roll into the back of my head as he begins fucking in and out of me relentlessly.

My nails dig into his shoulders.

Dawson groans, “Mark me, baby.”

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