Page 76 of Until It Was Real

“What do you want?”

She blinks up at me and I worry I pushed her too far. Dakota is feisty and stubborn, but she’s also hiding insecurities about her body and men.

Her insecurities about her body are easy to deal with. I plan to worship her body as often as she’ll allow. Until she knows how crazy she makes me.

Her insecurities about men aren’t as easily handled. Her dead husband screwed with her ability to trust men. It’ll take time for her to trust a man again. For Dakota, I’m willing to try to be patient.

“You,” she finally whispers and I have to lock my muscles before I pounce on her.

My cock protests. It heard green light and it’s ready to sink deep into Dakota’s warmth before pounding in and out of her until it explodes.

I inhale a deep breath before I listen to my cock. My body is not in charge here. I am.

I brush her wet hair from her face. “You have to tell me exactly what you want or I’m going to flip you over and bend you over this sofa.”

She shivers. “And then what?”

“And then I’m going to sink my cock into you while staring at your ass. Maybe I’ll slap it.”

“No one’s ever slapped me before.”

“Havoc, I’d be proud to be your first.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

She nods. “Okay. Bend me over the sofa.”

I nearly come at those words. I recite multiplication tables until I’m certain I’m not going to explode in my jeans.

“First, I’m going to strip you. Raise your hands.”

As soon as her hands are in the air, I rip her t-shirt off of her. Shit. She’s still wearing her one-piece swimsuit under her clothes. I fiddle with the straps as I try and figure out how to get this thing off of her.

She giggles. “Do you want me to do it for you?”

“I don’t think I have a choice. Your swimsuit appears more complicated than derivatives.” I give her some space.

She pushes her jeans down her legs and I can’t help myself from staring at her cleavage as she bends over. I’ve always been a breast man and Dakota has a magnificent pair. I plan to fuck them some day. She kicks off her shoes and jeans before grasping her swimsuit straps. She pulls them down her arms until her breasts pop out.

I reach for her but she shakes her head. “I’ll be naked in a jiff.”

Naked trumps topless. I drop my hand.

She tugs the straps down her body as she squirms this way and that until the swimsuit is a rolled up lump of wet material at her feet. “Tada.”

I pounce. I haul her to me before melding my lips to hers. She sighs and I thrust my tongue inside. I thread a hand through her hair as I explore her mouth. I want to devour her. Touch every inch of her mouth. Memorize each spot that has her wriggling in my arms.

Dakota reaches between us to snap my jeans open. She sticks her hand inside my swimming trunks and wraps a hand around my cock. I moan as she squeezes me.

I enjoy her hand around me for a few pumps before I shackle her wrist to stop her. “No.”

“No?” She pouts.

“I want to come when I’m inside you. Don’t you want me inside you?” Her eyes flare and I continue. “Pounding into your pussy. Filling you up until you can’t tell where I end and you begin. Making you see stars and scream my name.”

“I’m not a screamer.”

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