Page 28 of My Grumpy Sweetheart
Giggling about my thoughts, I snuggled deeper into Dakota’s arms, breathing in his scent, drawing with my fingers on his chest.
“Quit laughing. You’re shaking me awake,” he grumbled, his arm tightening around me until it was hard to even take a breath. Not that I minded it; there were definitely worse things than dying from being squished against a hard chest. My cock twitched against his hip, taking interest in the action. Dakota just groaned. “I’m trying to keep you immobile so I can sleep. This is not foreplay.”
“But it could be,” I suggested, flicking his nipple. I would’ve licked it, but Dakota really didn’t want me to move, and there was no chance in hell I’d be able to free myself if he didn’t want me to. Which, yeah, was incredibly hot, too, and not helpful for my current situation at all.
“Or it could be me telling you I want to sleep.”
“Could I entice you to stay awake?” I asked, peeking up at him through my lashes, a lazy grin on my face.
Dakota eyed me critically, brushing a strand of hair off of his forehead. “If I say no, will you let me go back to sleep?”
Grimacing, I pushed against his arm and sat up, looking at him with furrowed brows. “Real talk for a moment, ‘kay? I very much hope that this” — I waved between us — “is consensual. If I say no, I expect you to respect that. So, I will respect your no, too.”
Dakota’s cheeks turned red and he rubbed a hand over his face. “Sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.”
“I know,” I said. “But consent is like… super, duper important. Especially since we don’t really know each other. I mean, I know the essentials from your profile and what you shared the last two days, but… that’s not enough for that kind of joke.”
Groaning, Dakota reached for the unused pillow lying on his side of the bed. He pulled it over his face and pressed down with both his arms. His sounds were muffled, but I was pretty sure he was shouting and swearing. Pulling the pillow away, he eyed me with an unreadable expression. “You don’t, by any chance, remember anything I put in my profile?”
I laughed. “Were you drunk when you created it, so you don’t remember?” When he flinched, I laughed louder, slapping his upper arm. “Oh mygod. Really? That’s gold!”
“Yeah…you can make fun of me all you want. You’re not the first one laughing about my participation in this glorification of human trafficking.”
Human… I giggled. “Did you just make a joke?” I asked him, grinning widely. “Who are you and what did you do with my grumpy axe murderer?”
Dakota rolled his eyes at me. “Sarcasm is like the darkest and grumpiest form of humor there is. So… I’m still me. Still grumpy, still not an axe murderer.”
“Pah.” I waved my hand. “That’s exactly what an axe murdererwouldsay if he wanted to lure the innocent virgin into his… lair? Shed? Wherever he’s gonna do the axe murdering.”
I was fully aware I was being dramatic and extra and a little hyper, but… joking with Dakota was just so damn fun. And I didn’t want to hold back. I was over that. Either he liked me despite the fact that I was a lot, or he didn’t like me.
Dakota eyed me for a moment. “You weren’t drunk yesterday, were you? Because I know for sure you’re not a virgin. Which means you’d be safe regardless of my…profession.”
I smirked at him, biting my bottom lip, trying to look innocent. “Maybe you need to remind me…”
The suggestion hung heavy between us, and for a moment, nothing happened. There was this electricity, the sparks flying between us, the air almost sizzling, but at the same time, it was eerily quiet. The calm before the storm. A storm in the form of a big lumberjack throwing himself at me and taking my lips with almost brutal force. Stealing my breath, he pressed me into the mattress with all he had, his big hands grabbing my head as he thrust his tongue into my mouth.
I moaned and rubbed my hard cock against his already straining erection. No matter how hard I thrust against him, he didn’t move even an inch, and that fact alone almost made me come. There was nothing sexier than being ravaged by a grumpy axe murderer and being unable to do anything against it.
Not that I wanted to.Fuck no.
I wrapped my leg around him, holding on to him with everything I had, trying to get more friction on my dick.
Dakota pulled back, the loss immediately leaving a pang in my chest. One moment his hot lips were on mine, his hands holding my head still, the next moment he turned us around so he was lying under me.
I opened my mouth to protest but closed it again as his strong hands pushed me down his body, over his chest, and down his belly until my head reached his dick.
“Want me to suck it?” I guessed and looked up at him through my lashes, biting my lip for good measure.
His dick twitched on his stomach, a few beads of precum dripping onto his soft, furry belly as a deep groan made its way out of the depth of his chest. The rumbling sound made my balls tighten, an electric shock shooting through my body. I really, really hoped the answer was yes because I definitely wanted that monster inside my mouth.
The almost purple tip was already glistening with precum, his balls drawn tight against his body. He was definitely on the larger side and girthy.
“Suck me,” he commanded, voice a gruff growl.
I wrapped a hand around his base and slowly flicked my tongue over his tip, humming happily as his salty flavor hit my tongue.
“Like this?” I asked innocently, looking up at him with big eyes. It was a game. I knew perfectly well what I was doing — I was driving him mad, the short flicks over the tip of his dick merely lasting a second at a time.
