Page 103 of Dashing for Love

My chest heaves as I exhale. “HolycrapImissedthat.”

He smirks. “Imight have missed it more.” Then he pulls the rest of my clothes off and I peel his off, too.

He spins us, walking me back and shoving me lightly onto the bed. “Tell me something, Miss Dash.” He climbs on, his hair flopping into his eyes.

I raise an eyebrow. “Yes, Mr. Brodigan?”

He stops and wags a finger. “Ah-ah, that’sDoctorBrodigan to you.”

I smile. “Yes,DoctorBrodigan?”

“How would you liked to be fucked?”

I smile so broadly that I swear I sprain my cheek muscles. If that’s even possible. “Deep and hard, Doctor.”

He bends his head down to bite the inside of my thigh, hard enough that I hiss and my leg jerks in surprise. He holds my knee with one palm and looks up, his dark brown eyes hooded. “If you want it deep and hard, Miss Dash, then you need to listen to me.”

I still, my body buzzing with anticipation. “Yes?”

“I want to watch you fuck yourself.”

Heat floods my core as I rise onto my elbows. “Please tell me that means you’re going to get yourself off at the same time.”

His grin is filthy, and he nods slowly as he bites the inside of my other thigh, then swirls his tongue to soothe the mark he leaves behind.

I raise a hand.

“Yes?”

“Will you grab your hat?”

He chuckles darkly. “You and that damn hat.” He licks up my thigh, then places a kiss right above my clit. “Do. Not. Move.”

Not only do I not move, I barely freaking breathe while he’s gone.

He’s back in less than thirty seconds, striding through the bedroom door naked with only the black cowboy hat on.

“God, I love you. How the hell could you thinkthiswas boring?” I wave my hand in his direction.

He tips his hat. “We’ve already established that I’m a fool.”

I hum in agreement.

He kneels at the end of the bed. “Now, lean against the headboard, my love. Knees spread. Show me that delicious pussy.”

Warmth suffuses me as I get into position and do as he asks. “Your turn.”

With a devilish grin, he takes his dick in his hand and slowly pumps, his abs and muscular thighs tensing.

Bringing my middle and ring fingers to my mouth, I suck them, then let go with a pop. “Matthew Brodigan, that thick dick is going to be my undoing.” I trail my wet fingers lightly down my body, then push them into my pussy.

“Fuck, yes,” he mutters, his gaze trained on my hand.

I match his rhythm, speeding up as he does. When I bring my other hand to my breast and squeeze it, pinching my nipple and arching my back, he shudders.

“Play with your clit,” he orders, swirling his precum around and down his dick. He grips himself harder, pumping faster.

I match his speed again, only this time it’s on my clit, and I feel myself getting close. “Matty.”

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