Page 94 of Fake Dating Daxton Hawk
“Trust me, kitten, it’s not kissing I’m thinking about.”
My skin warms at the thought of having sex with Daxton.
WithSteel.
For the first time since the truth was revealed, I’m able to look past the anger for a moment and see Steel. All the emotional attachment I formed with him on Secret Santa comes flooding back, and flutters travel from my stomach, heading south.
“I want Steel. I like him better than Daxton.” I don’t know why I say it—to get a rise out of him? He doesn’t bite, so I taunt with another shove, and this time, Daxton falls backward, right onto the couch.
He grabs my waist and pulls me on top of him, bringing my thighs to either side of his. My dress bunches high up my legs and I gasp at my compromised position as another rush of flutters consumes me. I tell myself this visceral reaction is caused by shock and not arousal, but I’m one hundred percent lying to myself. I could climb off Daxton right this second. He isn’t restraining me.
And yet I’m not moving.
His hips push up, the hard bulge in his pants grinding against me. The tiniest moan takes me by surprise, leaving my mouth. And then another moan when Daxton’s lips press to my neck. His hot breath sends ripples along my skin and I’m suddenly clutching his shoulders.
“You’re angry with me,” he whispers, his lips continuing along my neck, creating sparks of heat that travel to my clit. Goddamn the effect this man has on me. I don’t want to enjoy any of this, but I do. The feeling of his lips on me is electrifying and I can’t bear the thought of him stopping. “You have every right to be angry. But stay and let me fix this.”
Before I know what I’m doing, my hips work against his cock, seeking release.
“That’s it, baby.” He rocks in time with me.
No, this isn’t right. I push Daxton’s shoulders away from me, pinning him to the couch backrest. “You can’t fix this with sex,” I say, holding back a sigh of pleasure as I grind against him again.
“I know.” The look in his eyes is earnest. “I will never stop trying to make it up to you. I’ll do whatever it takes to earn back your trust, Jordan.”
My hips continue grinding on Daxton’s lap, my pace growing faster. My breath shallow.
“You like this?” he murmurs.
“No, I just need release.”
“I don’t believe you.”
I can already feel the heat of an orgasm building deep within me, but I stop grinding to prove a point. Without the friction, my inner muscles grow achingly tight, begging me to continue chasing the orgasm. I groan with frustration. I’ve already learned that no orgasm I give myself will ever be as intense as what Daxton can give me.
Taking what I need, I slide backward on Daxton’s lap, my hands racing to unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly.
“That’s it, Jordan,” Daxton purrs, watching me.
The space between my thighs throbs at the anticipation of feeling him inside me. Not wanting to climb off Daxton and create distance between us for even one second, I move my panties to the side. He has other ideas and wraps a fist around the fabric, ripping them from my body. With impatience, I position the head of his erection at my wet entrance and sink fast and hard onto him.
“Fuck,” he hisses.
Our loud and untamed moans sound out in unison as we cling to each other. I’m stretched so tightly over his cock that it hurts, but I need to feel him deeper. Harder. I need all of Daxton right now. Bracing myself, I rise and slam my hips back down, my head tilting back as I cry out his name.
“Look how well you take my dick. Such a good girl, kitten,” Daxton growls as I pick up the pace.
My inner walls tremble at the sound of him calling mekitten, sending me dangerously close to orgasming. I’ve missed the name. I’ve missed everything about him.
“Ride my cock. Make your pussy feel good.”
I do exactly as he says. Even through the darkness of the living room, I can see his eyes and how he watches me with so much need. He pulls the neckline of my dress down, releasing my breasts and bringing a nipple into his mouth while rubbing the other one with his hand. A high-pitched sigh escapes me, but I’m too lost in the skill of his tongue to care.
“We’re so good together, Jordan.”
We are.
Fuck. No. Hewon’twin. I push Daxton back by the shoulders again as I continued to ride him. “This isn’t about you. I told you, I just need to come.”
