Page 50 of My Grumpy Sweetheart
“Dakota…” I gasped, my cock twitching inside my panties.
I had a plan.
Class.
Dinner.
Walk.
“Let me make you feel good,” he breathed against my ear.
“But…”
“We still have time, I promise.”
Closing my eyes, I gave up on my half-hearted protests. He was right, we still had a little time, and this felt just so, so good…
His hands were everywhere on my back, his nails sometimes digging into my skin, making white hot flashes of pain shoot down my spine and right into my dick, sometimes scratching me with a featherlight touch until I was floating on a cloud of warmth and a prickling sensation on my scalp.
“More,” I moaned, rubbing my cock against the bedding.
“Hey!” Dakota slapped my ass, sending another wave of pleasure through my body. “You’re supposed to relax.”
And we were supposed to be on our way to that apple butter making class. Right. But…
“Please…” I wiggled my ass, knowing he wouldn’t be able to resist me. “I’d be a lot more relaxed if you made me come.”
Dakota let out a low chuckle. “I guess you’re right.”
I nodded eagerly. “Yes. Besides… you can’t let me walk into the class with a boner, can you? I mean, Sean is the one who’s teaching it.”
I knew the next swat was coming for riling him up like that. And it did. Three hard slaps in fast succession lit my ass on fire.
“Fuuck!” It was too much. Almost. My whole back was burning, my ass was burning, and my cock was begging for attention.
A nagging part of my brain reminded me about my plan, but it didn’t seem that important. Nothing bad would happen if we missed the first ten minutes of class. We’d just have to make this quick.
Turning around, I eyed Dakota, who was wearing way too many clothes. Aka all of them.
“Strip,” I told him, waving my hand at him. “We don’t have much time.”
Rolling his eyes, he got rid of his flannel and t-shirt in one swift motion. “If you wouldn’t insist on attending these stupid classes, we’d have plenty of time.” But there was a fond smile on his face that told me he didn’t really mind. It was just the way he was.
His boots followed next, and within a minute, he was hovering over me, completely naked.
“Please tell me you’re still prepped from last night.” He lowered his head, his hair tickling my nose as his lips searched mine.
Without waiting for an answer, he pressed his lips to mine, taking my mouth in a deep, wild kiss, eradicating every thought from my mind. There was just him and me. His hard cock, his hands, his beard scratching against my cheek. His breath hitting my face, his leg nudging mine apart.
A distant click, and then a finger sliding between us, dodging my cock and balls and going right for my entrance.
I hissed at the coldness of the gel, then moaned as his finger slipped inside of me.
Dakota really wasn’t wasting any time at all — and my heart warmed at the thought of him making this quick for me. Because I wanted to do the class. Not him. I knew he didn’t care about it.
A second finger joined the first one, stretching me wide, pumping me in a hard, fast rhythm, bordering on painful and too much but never actually toeing over the line.
Then his fingers were gone. The next moment, he grabbed me by the hips and my world spun around me until Dakota was under me, his hard cock pressing against my hole, already slick and ready to go.
