Page 57 of Fake Dating Daxton Hawk
Daxton studies me for a long moment, no doubt seeing my rosy cheeks. His lips twitch with amusement. “You were reading porn, weren’t you?”
“It wasn’t porn.”
He climbs onto his side of the bed and reaches beneath my pillow for the Kindle, but I clutch his wrist in panic and push him away, mentally kicking myself for disabling the passcode feature.
Daxton’s eyes meet mine and a devilish smirk plays on his lips. “Now Ineedto know what you were reading.”
He overpowers my grip on his wrist.
“No, stop!” I squeal, laughing as I fight off his next attempt to grab the e-reader. Daxton is stronger than me, though, and grabs the damn thing, so I push him onto his back and climb on top of him, wrestling the Kindle out of his hands.
As soon as I grab the device, I realize the position I’m in, straddling Daxton’s chest with my crotch only inches from his face. His shirt has risen up around my thighs, revealing my lacy panties. I’m on all fours and my breasts are right above his line of vision.
I climb off him, composing myself. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to, ah…”
“Sit on my face?”
“Yeah, that.”
He grins. “Come on, show me the story. I’m not giving up. I want to know what kind of books you like.”
I roll my eyes and pass Daxton the Kindle, instantly regretting the decision once he gets his first proper look at the device. There are two stickers on the front—two comedic stickers melded to the plastic that Mina stuck on when we still lived together but that I’ve learned to ignore. The first is a cartoon dick wearing a merkin. The second is a cartoon dick and balls wearing sunglasses and a hat.
“I didn’t put those stickers there,” I rush to clarify. “Mina did and I can’t get them off.”
“Sure. Blame Mina.”
“It’s the truth!”
“I’ll buy you a new Kindle if you want, but I have to advise against that. These stickers are invaluable.”
“Oh, you’lllovethe book you caught me reading.”
I receive another teasing grin from him. “Let me guess, you’re going to blame Mina for the book?”
“She sent it to me!”
Daxton opens the Kindle and the first thing we both see is a massiveCHAPTER 2: DICKS. DICKS EVERYWHERE.
“Iknewyou were reading porn.Octodick: an erotic monster romance between Jordan Hart and a half-man, half-octopus.”Daxton side-eyes me, holding back a laugh.
I’m the one who cracks with laughter, my face molten with embarrassment. “I swear this is all Mina’s doing.”
“I believe you. But now I have to know what happens between you and this Octodick monster.Jordan’s body burned in two places, but she wasn’t sure which sensation was more dominant: the burning in her lungs as they begged for air, or the ache between her legs which burned to be full of the monster’s octocock—”
“Oh my God!” I giggle, covering my face with my palms. “Donotread that aloud.”
“Then, when Jordan could fight against her lack of oxygen no more, she opened her mouth. But instead of the gulp of water she expected, a dick tentacle torpedoed deep into her mouth and ejaculated oxygen into her lungs.”
Despite my protests, Daxton sinks into the pillows at the headboard, making himself comfortable as he continues reading, chuckling every few words.
“Jordan sucked on the dick tentacle and with each suck she found life. It was like breathing from the mouthpiece of scuba diving equipment. So she sucked and she sucked, and it was not lost on her how the beautiful monster’s body squirmed with pleasure. His eyes rolled back in his head and that was the last she saw of his face. His hands clawed through her hair, pushing her mouth farther onto the dick tentacle, her eyes watering as she deep-throated the beautiful beast.”
I’m not sure how, but at some point during those last few sentences of the book, all traces of laughter have disappeared from the room and I’m left breathless from the deep and erotic tone of Daxton’s voice as he reads each word. The book may be comical, but the fact thatDaxtonis reading a sex scene to me…
I’m turned on. Even more turned on when a smirk curls his lips as he describes me sucking a monster’s dick. All I can think about is sucking Daxton’s—
Stop. Those…desiresaren’t appropriate. This story has gone down such a bizarre tangent that I’m half convinced Daxton is ad-libbing to tease me.
