Page 60 of Greased

“Fuck, Dawson,” I breathe. Dawson instantly stops mid trust. His hands seem to grip my thighs tighter and I’m sure I’ll have bruises there from his grip.

“What did you say?” he growls.

I instantly realise the error of my ways, my eyes going wide. “Daddy. I mean Daddy.”

“I thought you were my good girl?” he rumbles and I can almost imagine the expression on his face. “I don’t have to punish you do I?”

“No, Daddy. I’m sorry,” I apologise, slightly shocked at my instant submission.

It seems to do the trick though as he follows through on the thrust he was halfway through.

“Holy shit, Daddy!” I yell, tightening my legs around his body.

“Fuck yes,” Dawson moans as his pace speeds up. He fucks me into the wall behind me as I feel an orgasm tighten my stomach again. My pussy clenches around Dawson’s thick length. All inhibitions leave me as the most intense orgasm takes over me. I can’t help the scream that escapes my throat. I feel a rush of liquid flow from my cunt as Dawson’s pace stutters. He follows me over the edge with a roar.

As each of our orgasms slowly start to fade, we stay holding each other tight. The only sound in the dark room comes from our heavy breathing. Eventually Dawson’s cock softens enough that it slips out of me along with what feels like a stream of fluid. I cringe at the unfamiliar feeling. I then also thank myself for taking the pill consistently, at the reminder of Dawson not wearing a condom.

I let my legs drop from Dawson’s waist. He doesn’t step away from me just yet and I’m thankful for it because I know my legs still feel wobbly from the most intense orgasm of my life.

Dawson mumbles something that I can’t quite hear.

“Huh?” I question him but he just chuckles,

“Told you that you’d be eating your words.”

“Shut up,” I grumble but there is no heat to it. I straighten my legs and cringe again as I feel our combined juices fall down my legs.

“Is there anything I can use to clean myself up with? I can feel it all running down my legs.” Dawson finally lets me go but only takesone step away from me. I hear him fumbling around with something, eventually taking a step back into me as he hands me some paper towel.

“That doesn’t surprise me,” That familiar dark chuckle escaping his lips, “you squirted.”

I pause my attempt at cleaning my legs. “What?”

“You squirted. It was hot as fuck.”

I stand there speechless as I squint at him through the darkness of the room. Squirted? I think back to all of the times with my faithful satisfyer and not once did I ever cum the way Dawson was able to make me.

I finish wiping my legs down, eventually finding my discarded underwear and shorts. I feel Dawson’s eyes on me the entire time as I pull them back on. He stays quiet and so do I. Once I fasten the button on my shorts, Dawson steps away from me and opens the door. I follow him out but come to a quick stand still as I meet the eyes of four very pissed off men. I suck in a gasp at the realisation of what just happened and what they heard.

My cheeks redden as I look around at Nicky, Sonny, Pike and Dacre. None of them are looking at me though. They’re all glaring at Dawson who stands strong with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“So what, you think you can just be an asshole all day then get your dick wet and expect everything to be fine?” I jolt at the tone of Dacre's voice. My head snaps towards him in shock. My normally sweet boy’s face is incensed.

Dawson just responds with something between a grunt and a scoff. He is about to retort something that I know won’t help his case whatsoever, so I butt ininstead.

“Dacre,” I say, stepping towards him. His eyes shoot to mine and they instantly soften, “it’s okay. Dawson and I have a lot to talk about but he knows I’m not going anywhere.”

I hear a scoff from behind me. I turn and take in the expression on Dawson’s face. “If you think you aren’t leaving Scarlett, you’ve got another thing coming.”

My jaw drops as I stare at him. His eyes bore into me with intensity and I know that he won’t budge from this bullshit ideology that I need to leave.

“You’re fucking kidding me right?” I say in complete disbelief. The audacity of the man standing in front of me stuns me.

Dawson stands his ground, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Do I look like I’m kidding, Scarlett?

I scoff, “You’re delusional, Dawson. What makes you think I can just walk away from this life? I was forced out of it ten years ago, and dragged right back into it. This is my path. Just because you don’t like it doesn’t mean you can control me.” I shake my head, feeling disgusted in him, “I have been a mess for ten fucking years Dawson. For ten years I was under the assumption that my father and brother were dead. That it was just my Mum and I. Little did I realise that I had a whole other life just waiting for me. And this life feels right.

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