Page 58 of Fake Dating Daxton Hawk
“You can’t be serious. It doesnotsay that deep-throating part.”
“It does, kitten.”
“Let me see.” I stretch for the Kindle but Daxton holds it out of my reach. The only way I can grab it is if I lean across his naked chest, which I willnotdo.
“In one lightning-fast motion, all of Jordan’s clothes were ripped off by the seven unoccupied dick tentacles. Before Jordan could contemplate anything, one of the dicks thrusted deep inside her pussy and began working fast to relieve that burning ache of hers. But six tentacles were left unoccupied, leaving the beast with much desire.”
Fire ripples through me, all the way down to my clit as Daxton describes me getting fucked. Again, all I can think about isDaxtonfucking me. A slickness has formed between my thighs and I’m confident my panties are soaked.
“A tentacle shot into either of her hands, and she began pumping with all her might. Two more came to her bare chest, the heads tickling her nipples. Two unsatisfied dicks remained, so another one of them burrowed its way inside her pussy that was already being fucked. Two dicks in one hole. The last dick swam for Jordan’s ass—”
I snatch the Kindle from Daxton’s unsuspecting grasp. “That’s where I draw the line. I’m not sure I’ve ever been more embarrassed in my life.” Or turned on. Not one clear thought is traveling through my mind and all I want is for Daxton to relieve this ache in my groin.
His tongue glides along his top teeth as he examines me. “You sure you’re embarrassed?” When I don’t reply, he chuckles. “Oh, come on, kitten. The story was just warming up.”
“We should go to sleep.” I place the Kindle on my bedside table and turn my lamp off. The room dims, all but for the glow of Daxton’s lamp on his side table. I pull the blanket up to my waist and rest my head on the pillow, wondering how I’m ever going to lower my body temperature and relax in this bed.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m all hot and bothered byOctodick. There’s no way I can fall asleep.”
I swat his leg and manage a laugh. “Shut up.”
Daxton slides beneath the covers and turns to face me, propped up on his forearm. “Jokes aside, what kind of books do you like to read?”
I roll away from him. “Goodnight.”
“Wait, is it books likeOctodick?”
“No.”
“Then why won’t you answer the question?”
“Fine. I read romance.”
“I knew it! You read porn.”
“Not all romance novels are porn.” I roll back to face him, my voice growing feisty as I get defensive about my reading choices. “And so what if I do read porn? It’s better than watching it, like I’m sure you do. Men in romance books are better than real life and give me better orgasms than any real man can.”
Daxton’s eyes widen a touch. The smartass he was a moment ago vanishes into something shocked. “You…?”
“What, you’re all nervous now that I mention I’ve touched myself?”
“I’m not nervous. I’m… turned on by the thought of you doing that.”
His words make the muscles at the top of my thighs quiver. I clench my legs together, shuddering from the burst of heat that spreads through me. The excitement.
“I guess you just haven’t met the right guy yet. Trust me, Jordan, sex with the right person is better than anything you can get from reading a book.”
The intense way his eyes hold me, and his deep voice which speaks such intimate words, catches me off guard. Before I can find my voice, Daxton turns his lamp off, leaving us with only a trickle of moonlight streaming in through the window.
The darkness surrounding us amplifies all my senses and I notice every little thing about Daxton. The warmth emanating from his large body. Each breath he takes. Suddenly, the bed feels even smaller. There’s no sleep for me tonight, not after this conversation and knowing Daxton is right beside me with no shirt on.
An hour passes. Maybe two, still with no sleep. The earlier slickness between my thighs has only intensified. Not once has my groin stopped aching. I roll over to face Daxton, watching the back of his shoulders rise and fall in a steady rhythm. Does he feel the tension between us as much as I do? My guess is no. He hasn’t moved in a long time, so he must be sleeping. But curiosity gets the best of me.
“Daxton?” I whisper.
“Yes?” The deep word is thrilling, his voice not even the slightest bit tarnished by sleep.
“Just checking if you’re asleep.”
