I was barely hanging on to my control before I tasted her. But now I know how she tastes, how she moans when I touch her, how she presses herself against me to get closer, and my control is shattering.
I dig my fingers into her hair and use the hold to yank her head back. I trace kisses along her jaw until I reach her ear.
“Tell me no,” I growl into her ear.
“W-w-what?” She stutters.
“Tell me no. I have no control when it comes to you. Tell me no, or I’m going to throw you on this bed and have my wicked way with you.”
“Does wicked way include me having an orgasm?”
I nip her bottom lip. “More than one.”
Her eyes flare. “More than one?”
I groan. “Tell me no, Havoc.”
“Havoc?”
“You came into my life and turned it upside down, Havoc.” She smirks and I tug on her hair. “Tell me no.”
“Why do you want me to say no?”
“Because I have no control when it comes to you. I will take and take from you until I wring every orgasm out of your body I can.”
I feel her chest move up and down against mine as her breathing quickens. “If you want me to say no, you need to stop promising to give me multiple orgasms.”
“Oh, Havoc, I’ll give you as many orgasms as you want.”
“I’ve never had more than one orgasm during sex before.”
I freeze. “What?”
Her cheeks darken. “Don’t make me say those words again. They were embarrassing enough the first time I said them.”
“No.” I pinch her chin. “You shouldn’t be embarrassed. The men who weren’t able to pleasure you should be embarrassed.”
I didn’t think it was possible, but her face darkens further. “Man,” she squeaks.
“Sorry?”
“Man.” She glances away. “I’ve only been with one man.”
My cock presses against my zipper. It’s ready to show Dakota how good sex can be. To prove to her one orgasm is the minimum.
“Tell me no.”
Her brow wrinkles. “If you don’t want to have sex with me, walk away.”
“You don’t get it. My control is about to snap.”
She studies me, and her eyes grow calculating before she steps back. I drop my hold on her. She’s saying no. This is what I wanted I remind myself while my cock swears at me.
“I’ll…”
My words trail off when she grasps the hem of her tank top and whips it over her head, baring her chest to me. I nearly swallow my tongue. Dakota’s breasts are round and full – more than a handful.
My mouth waters. I want to explore with my lips and tongue, and hands. As I stare, her nipples harden. I moan. I haven’t touched her, and she’s already responsive to me. I can’t wait to see what happens when I do touch her soft skin.