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My hips slammed against hers, her pussy strangled my dick, and soon, all too soon, and not nearly soon enough, she was crying out my name, digging fingernails into my thighs as she came, clamping down at my dick, I forced my eyes to stay open, and I soaked in every beautiful second of her orgasm. The way her eyes clamped close, a flush rushed to her checks, mouth opened, her entire body shook with the force of her orgasm, and I rode her through it, kept going hard until right as she started to slow, I pulled out, wrapped my hand around my dick, and shot my release all over her stomach.

“I wanted you to finish in me.”

“Next time,” I told her, and I slid down the bed, put my mouth to her, and I ate her until she was pulling my hair as she came again.

Sated, two orgasms for her. When we were finished and I’d cleaned her up, I laid down on the bed next to her and pulled her to my side.

“You good?”

“I knew it would be good. That you’d make it incredible, but I wasn’t sure it’d be that amazing.”

I chuckled and gave her a kiss. “I’ll have to work hard to make sure I can top that, then.”

“Now?” She said it with such hope I laughed, but she wasn’t joking. Her hips were pressed against me, already rolling.

“I’m going to need about a ten-minute recovery.” I kissed her though, and when she pouted her displeasure, I slipped my hand between us, took care of her with my fingers.

Ten minutes later, when I could have easily gone again, she was naked, wrapped around me, one of her legs thrown over mine, sleeping peacefully.

CHAPTER30

HAILEY

“Fuck yes, just like that, Hailey.”

I smiled down at Dawson. Straddling him, my hands at his chest, I’d woken him up with my mouth around his dick, my hand at his balls, and as soon as he’d grunted, he’d hauled me up and slammed me down onto his massive, thick dick, that made my eyes roll back into my head every time he did it.

A week since we’d been having sex, and it kept getting better. More amazing. We’d barely come up for air last weekend, and I’d almost cried when he’d needed to head home and go work out for practice.

We hadn’t spent a moment apart when I was done with work, and every morning, he ate me out until I came, and then he made love to me slowly, or took me hard, usually bent over in front of him in the shower.

I wasn’t quite sure what my favorite position was, but it was hard to choose when every single thing Dawson did to me left me screaming his name and my limbs feeling like jelly afterward.

I was shaking, the pleasurable burn starting at my sex and working its way outward.

“I’m going to come,” I warned him.

“Do it.” He grabbed my hips, slammed me down on his dick, and lifted me up. Sometimes we had sex slowly.

Sometimes it was rough. He’d yank my nipples and slap my clit and smack my ass until I was a trembling mess, so much like now.

One time, while I was reading a book, he made me read the next scene out loud. He’d thrown my body to the floor and taken me right there in my living room exactly how the book had done it…but I was pretty certain, even as good as the writing was, my orgasm was still better than that heroine’s.

God, I freaking loved sex.

“Dawson…” I licked my lips, my hips shook, and as I started to come, my orgasms blasting through me, he snaked his hand into my hair, tugged me down, and slammed his mouth to mine.

The change in position hit my clit in the exact right place, and I cried out my orgasm into his mouth while he kept thrusting into me, hard, fast thrusts that made me feel his piercing deep inside of me.

One orgasm rolled straight into a second and then he shoved my hips against his, seated himself so deeply inside of me I was pretty sure he went straight to my soul and grained out his own orgasm as his dick pulsed and he came inside me.

He was so large, I was stuffed full, and sometimes, the throbbing of his dick drove me even more wild even when I would think it wasn’t possible for me to come again.

He slowly tore his mouth off mine, pressed his lips to my neck, and wrapped me in a bear hug that made me feel small and safe and taken care of and treasured all at the same time.

“How much time do we have until we need to leave?”

He must have looked at the clock, because his head turned and then he was kissing my shoulder. “Almost two hours.”

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