Page 43 of Until It Was Real

“Yes. I say—”

She doesn’t get a chance to finish before I’m on her. I circle her hips and lift her up until her breasts are level with my mouth. She grasps my shoulders to steady herself and I latch onto one of her pretty pink nipples. She arches into me and I hurry to set her on the bed before we tip over.

“Hands on the headboard.”

“But I want to touch you,” she pouts.

“If you touch me, I’ll be rutting into you like a damn animal in heat.”

She giggles. “I don’t think male animals go into heat.”

“If you want me to give you more than one orgasm, you need to listen to my orders, Havoc.”

Her eyes flare before she narrows them. “Mr. High and Mighty has arrived at the party.”

“Sass me and I won’t give you any.”

She bites her bottom lip as she gazes up at me from beneath her lashes. “I reserve the right to sass you if you don’t give me at least two orgasms.”

“Challenge accepted,” I mutter before grasping her shorts and yanking them down her legs, leaving her lying naked before me. “You weren’t wearing panties.”

“I don’t wear panties to bed.”

My cock twitches. It likes the idea of imagining our little havoc laying in bed without panties on.

“Hands on the headboard,” I order.

She stares at me as she slowly lifts her arms and grabs the headboard. The motion causes her breasts to jut forward. Fucking magnificent.

I draw a finger around her nipple. Her skin pebbles in response. Fucking magnificent.

“I love how sensitive your breasts are,” I mutter as I begin to knead and massage them.

I latch onto a nipple and swirl my tongue around it. Dakota moans before wrapping her legs around my waist.

I continue to tease her breasts as she rubs her naked core against my jeans-clad cock. My cock presses against my zipper. I’m going to have a zipper imprint, but I don’t dare remove my clothes. I won’t be able to resist sinking into her once I’m naked and she needs to come first.

I grasp a thigh with my free hand. “Legs on the bed.”

She whimpers.

“Don’t worry. I’ll give you what you need.”

She drops her legs.

“Good girl.”

I caress her thigh. “Widen your legs for me.”

She doesn’t hesitate to follow my directions. There’s a first for everything.

I glide my fingers up her inner thigh, careful not to touch her core before reversing direction. I love how smooth her skin is. I could worship her curves for days.

She grunts.

“Is there something you want, Havoc?”

She squirms. “You know what I want.”

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