Page 29 of My Grumpy Sweetheart
“Bailey,” he ground out, jaw firmly pressed shut, his hands tightening into fists. His whole body was tense, muscles working hard beneath his skin.
“Or rather like this?” I licked a long stripe from base to tip, treating his dick like the tasty treat it was.
Dakota thrust his hip up, his dick rubbing over my cheek, spreading a mix of saliva and precum. I didn’t mind. Having a man as strong as Dakota under me, driving him crazy, was fun. I knew I was playing with fire, knew I was testing his patience — that was the whole purpose.
My dick twitched at the thought of what he’d do when he finally lost patience. I flicked my tongue against his slit, licking up the beads of precum that ran down his dick. Dakota’s whole body tensed beneath me. Again and again with each small, teasing lick.
“Cut the crap!”
I smirked up at him, losing hold of my faked innocence. I really wasn’t good at pretending.
“Make me.”
That seemed to be exactly what he’d been waiting for. His hands gripped my head again, fingers threading in my hair, pulling at it as he maneuvered my head towards his dick. His thumbs pressed into my cheeks, forcing me to drop the grin and open my mouth.
The second my mouth engulfed his dick, the tip sliding over my tongue, he pushed my head farther down while shallowly thrusting upwards.
Stars exploded in front of my eyes, clouding my vision, and I sucked in a breath through my nose, trying desperately not to gag as his dick filled my mouth, pushing against the back of my throat.
My own dick twitched against the comforter, my hands desperately trying to find something to hold on to as Dakota pulled my head back a little, giving me a second to get myself together before shoving it back down onto his dick, forcing me even deeper.
Tears pooled in my eyes as I finally grabbed his hips, digging my fingernails into his skin, making him moan.
“So good, Bailey,” he panted, shallowly fucking my mouth, holding my head firmly still.
I closed my eyes, stopped trying to think, and just held on for dear life. His dick was stretching my mouth wide open, my jaw starting to ache even after this short time, and his fingers kept pulling at my hair, maneuvering my head just like he wanted.
He was taking his pleasure from me just the way he liked it — and I almost came on the spot upon the realization that he wasusingme.
My dick was rubbing against the sheets, my head swirling with thoughts and weirdly quiet at the same time. My scalp was burning; Dakota was tugging at my hair just right, keeping control over the situation.
His thrusts got harder and harder, speed picking up, his dick dipping into my throat again and again, spreading a delicious ache throughout my whole body. My eyes watered again, and I forced myself to breathe through my nose whenever he pulled his dick back. Precum hit my tongue again and again, erasing every taste but his.
There was only Dakota. His taste, his smell, his hand, his dick. The delicious, deep, growling moans spilling over his lips. His pubic hair tickling my nose, his legs straining beneath me.
Then his dick seemed to get even bigger, the ache in my jaw ticking up a notch. His body tensed, every muscle tightened, his hips snapping forward, pushing his dick deep into my throat. A shiver ran through his body, and his dick started pulsating on my tongue, pumping rope after rope of cum into my throat, making it hard to swallow everything.
“Fuck, Bailey,” he groaned, hands still buried in my hair, dick twitching in my mouth for what seemed to be forever.
I was still trying to catch my breath when Dakota turned me around yet again, pushing me on my back. His calloused hand closed around my straining dick, using my precum to slick the way. He stroked me hard and fast, his thumb brushing over my tip.
Heat pooled in my gut so fast, it was mere seconds until I was ready to tumble over the edge. And that I did — with some kind of keening shout. I wasn’t really sure what I said, just that there was something falling from my lips the moment my vision turned white and pleasure crashed into me like a tidal wave.
I didn’t know how long it took for my breathing to get back to normal and my vision to clear up, but when I did, I found myself lying in Dakota’s arms again, my face squished against his chest. Closing my eyes, I let the even rise and fall of his chest calm me down even further while the sun tickled my nose, trying to tell me I needed to get up because this was our last day and we needed to get out of the room by ten.
Which I didn’t want to.
I wanted to stay here. Here on the orchard. Here in Dakota’s arms. Here in this little bubble where the date was a success and we really hit it off because it all felt so fragile. Bubbles were finicky things. They burst as soon as there was something in their way, as soon as something as much as touched them — and I didn’t want Dakota and me to burst. I wanted us to last. Against all odds, I wished our bubble would turn into something more substantial.
Because this? Us, lying here after the best sex of my life? This was a slice of heaven I wasn’t willing to part with.
But then there was a knock on the door, and just like I’d been afraid, the bubble that was just us burst.
CHAPTERTEN
DAKOTA
Waking up and fucking Bailey again hadn’t been planned.
