Page 57 of Tight Spot

HAILEY

Iwas going to die. Right there, right then. Dawson Butler was going to have to call the cops for a woman who died of extreme pleasure asphyxiation on his bed. The story would hit the news. He’d become known as the man with the most talented tongue in the world.

No toy, no matter how good it was could have prepared me for the moment where Dawson swirled his around my bundle of nerves while sliding a finger inside of me.

Sounds tore from my throat as he continued driving me absolutely mindless, and I peeled one of my hands off his sheet and settled it in his hair.

He grunted his approval, and my fingers dug in. It only made him go harder, eating me like he was trying to win an award for the orgasm he could give me. My thighs were shaking, my hips rolled and searching until he braced an arm over my lower stomach, speared me with a glare, and with my wetness shining from his cropped beard, growled. “Take what I’m giving you, Hailey.”

“Oh fuck.” My head fell back to the bed, and my mind spun.

I would do anything to hear him boss me around in that growly, rough voice of his.

A second finger entered me, and there was a slight burn at the stretch while he moved his fingers out of me and sucked gently on my clit.

Thank God, I’d stocked up on toys. His fingers were large, but as my body grew comfortable, he added a third, and “Oh god, Dawson.”

“Do not come yet.”

How could I stop it? I clamped on his fingers and tried to stave it off, but he was too good.

Too perfect. He shoved his fingers in roughly and slid them out slowly. He curled them inside, and I knew exactly what spot he’d found—thank you, erotic romance books—when a cry escaped my throat before I could stop it.

His tongue was gone, replaced with his thumb, and he was standing over me, mouth slamming to mine right as he commanded, “There you go. Let loose, I got you.”

Oh shit. There was. No stopping it. An inferno raced down my spine, spread out to my limbs, and my entire body convulsed with the intensity, the white-hot blinding pleasure, as my first not provided by me orgasm raced through me.

“Shit.” I clung to him as my hips rolled while his fingers kept moving. Wave after wave rolled through me, bringing me down, and I laughed stupidly against his mouth before tearing my mouth from his and shoving my face into the crook of his neck and shoulder.

“There you go,” he crooned in my ear, bringing me down. His fingers slowed, gently slid out of me. “You okay?”

I wasn’t sure I was okay.

I was positive I would never be the same again.

It took a moment to catch my breath, and when I managed to peel open my eyes, Dawson was hovering above me, one arm braced to the mattress next to my head, the other resting gently at the curve of my waist.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No.” I ran my hands down his sides, felt the heat of his body and the cotton of his boxer briefs. My hands stilled there. I hadn’t realized he still had his boxers on. And…now what?

I slipped my fingertips beneath the waistband, and he bent down, brushed his lips over mine. Hair that had come loose tickled my cheeks. “Tonight was for you, Hailey. I wanted to give that to you. Show you how good it could be.”

That was more than good. It was phenomenal. Life-altering.

I didn’t say anything to that but brushed my hand down the front of his boxers and felt the hardness pushing against the thin cotton.

“But you…”

“I’m a grown man. I can take care of that.”

“But what if I want to?”

I’d never even jerked Darrick off before, just rubbed him through his pants, because he’d always stopped me when I went for more, but he was nothing close to being comparable to the weight I was currently feeling. The thickness.

No wonder why Dawson didn’t go straight to sex. Probably terrified he’d tear me in two.

“You done that before?” Dawson asked.

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