Page 27 of My Grumpy Sweetheart
One finger became two, then three, his hole greedily sucking them in. His moans became louder, his hips frantically humping the mattress until I slapped his ass again, reminding him not to come until I was actually in him.
“Then hurry the fuck up!”
I chuckled, giving him what he was so obviously begging for. My hand came down on his ass one last time before I pulled my fingers out and quickly rolled the condom over my straining erection.
“Ready?” I asked teasingly.
Bailey just pushed his ass against my cock, my hard length gliding into his crack, the tip rubbing against his entry.
He threw his head back and groaned. “Pleeeasee!”
His begging was divine, a melody made in heaven.
My cock twitched against his hole and then I gave in and slowly pushed my hips forward in one languid thrust until I was all the way inside him, fully engulfed by his tight heat, his velvety walls constricting around me, tempting me to pull back out only to push in again.
But I forced myself to wait until his labored breath eased up, until he wasn’t white-knuckling the sheets anymore, until he looked over his shoulder, his eyes burning with desire.
Sliding an arm beneath him, I pulled him up to his knees, legs still spread wide so I had a perfect view of my thick cock disappearing in his pretty hole.
Grabbing his hips, I slowly pulled back a little, then thrust in again. And again. And again, until I had a firm rhythm going.
Bailey was moaning beneath me, legs shaking, shoulders still pressed into the mattress, hands frantically grabbing the sheets.
He looked like temptation personified like this, ass up on display, begging me to take him harder, faster. I circled a hand around him and found his cock, already slick with precum, twitching in my hand as I grabbed it and stroked it in sync with my thrusts.
I knew he wouldn’t last, and neither would I, so I was almost relieved when I felt the telltale signs of his orgasm. The way his cock grew even bigger in my hands, got even harder, the way every muscle in his body tensed for a second. And then he came, his cock pulsating, shooting his release right onto the sheets. His inner muscles tightened around me to the point where it became almost painful, but that slight sting was what pushed me over the edge.
I pulled his hips flush against my groin in a bruising grip just as my own orgasm came barreling in, crashing into me and punching the breath out of my lungs. There was only white and the pleasure overloading my system, a static noise in my ears.
I didn’t know how long it went on, couldn’t have been more than a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity.
Coming back to my senses, I carefully pulled out of Bailey, tied the condom, and threw it next to the bed before rolling to my side, facing him.
For maybe the first time since I’d met him, he wasn’t brimming with energy. He looked completely relaxed, a satisfied smile on his face, his hair a wild mess.
“I guess we missed the apple butter making class.” I had no idea why that was the first thing that came to my mind, but it was. And since my filter was still out of order, it was the first thing coming out of my mouth, too.
Bailey giggled, moving closer until he was snuggled up in my arms. “I don’t give a fuck. I’m right where I want to be.”
I sighed, burying my nose in his hair that still had the same tantalizing, sweet scent it had this morning. “Same.”
“I’m glad,” he whispered like he was letting me in on a secret. “Because I really like this date. I… really like you.”
My heart skipped a beat before starting to hammer against my ribcage.
Same. The word was there, on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t get it out. So I just kissed the top of his head instead, hoping it’d be enough.
CHAPTERNINE
BAILEY
Iliked sleeping in just like the next guy, but after going to bed early — and thoroughly exhausted, thanks to round two — by the time eight AM rolled around, I was wide awake.
Wide awake and so damn giddy about being in Dakota’s arms it wasn’t even funny. I mean, I’d hoped for an outcome like this because hello? Dakota was fucking hot. Fire. His huge, muscular body paired with his softer tummy… delicious. Add in his hair, his style, and the pissed-off aura and I was in heaven.
But it wasn’t like I’d expected him to fuck me within an inch of my life. Hoped? Yes. But not expected. I mean… yeah, he’d put himself up for auction, but that meant he agreed to a date. He wasn’t an escort. Nowhere was specified that he had to sleep with me — quite the contrary, I’d had to sign like five times that I knew I wasn’t buying someone for sex.
So him ravaging me? Yeah, extremely pleasant surprise. You could say a rather… satisfying surprise.
