Page 13 of Hot Man

I let out a satisfied hum as I say, “It sounds like you need to make up for lost time, then.”

“I do,” he agrees as he kisses me again, shoving down my pants.

Without breaking our contact, I kick off my bottoms and shoes. Then I go for Dax’s belt buckle. I feel him smirk into my mouth before he reaches down to help me. As soon as I feel theflesh of his member against my hand, I pull back and look down at him.

Every part of him is gorgeous, and that includes his cock. The first time I saw it, I was entranced. I still get the same thrill every time I see it. Even though I know we don’t have much time, I still take a few seconds to stroke him, loving the way he groans in response to my ministrations.

“Chloe, sweetheart,” he moans, kissing me hard to bring my attention back to him. “Let’s get on my cot. We need to be fast.”

“I know, I know,” I say, reluctantly dropping him. “I just couldn’t help it.”

“God, I get it,” he says as he pushes me down on the mattress, lifting up my legs to start to position me. “I wish I could take my time with you.”

“You can take your time with me when you get back tomorrow,” I promise, gasping as he spreads my legs apart.

“Oh, I will,” he says, running his finger through my soaking wet folds. “You’re already wet for me, aren’t you?”

“I’ve been thinking about you all morning, too,” I admit, sucking in a breath as he circles his fingers around my clit. “Was hoping that you’d drag me in here.”

“That’s why you brought all that food, isn’t it?” Das chuckles as he lines his cock up with my opening. “You wanted to keep them all occupied so we could spend time alone.”

“Guilty,” I admit, letting out a high pitched moan as he pushes inside.

Even though we’ve had sex more times than anyone could count, the way his cock stretches me still leaves me breathless. Dax knows this, too. So, he rocks in and out of me slowly. Myheart swells as he gives me time to adjust even though he knows we have to be fast.

“Okay,” I whine, bucking up against him. “Please, Dax.”

He chuckles, but doesn’t say anything in response. Instead, he starts drilling into me. I swallow down a loud moan at the intensity of his thrusts. This is far from the first time we’ve had a quickie in the sleeping quarters, but his ruthlessness takes me by surprise every time.

I don’t think Dax is ever going to stop surprising me.

“You’re so wet for me,” he remarks as he holds himself up on one elbow. “You wanted me so badly, didn’t you?”

“I did,” I whimper, shocks of pleasure radiating through my body when he starts rubbing my clit. “Needed you, Dax. Thought I was going to go crazy without you.”

“Me too,” he groans, focusing on the tight circles he’s rubbing against the bundle of nerves. “Need you all the time, Chloe. If I could lock you away and spend all day fucking you like this, I would.”

“Please,” I whine as I grip onto the fabric of his Blackwood Falls Fire Department shirt.

With a growl, he leans down to nip at my neck. He feels incredible inside me, and the fact that anyone could walk into this room and see us only heightens the experience. The first ripples of my impending orgasm shoot through me.

My eyes roll back in my head as he continues to fuck me. With a slight change in the angle of his hips, he begins targeting my g-spot. That, along with the way he’s stimulating my clit drives me closer to the edge. Noises escape my mouth without my permission with each one of his thrusts.

“I can tell you’re feeling good, sweetheart,” he says, his breath hot against my neck. “You sound so good like this. It drives me crazy knowing that you’re forcing yourself to stay quiet. I’m sure the guys would love to hear you, but you’re all mine. Aren’t you?”

“Yours,” I whine, trying to pull him even closer to me. “I’m yours, Dax. Only yours.”

“That’s right,” he growls, lifting himself up. “You’re all mine. This pussy is mine, andyouare mine.”

To punctuate his statement, he kisses me hard. I can barely keep up with him, his tongue exploring my mouth. Weakly, I roll my hips up against his, pushing myself closer and closer to the edge.

“Dax,” I whine against his lips, wanting to warn him that I’m getting close.

He shuts me up with another kiss. I’m well aware of the fact that he knows my body just as well as I know it. Right now, he’s chasing his own orgasm, timing it so we’ll take the plunge together.

I put all of my energy into kissing him back. I move one of my hands up his back, scraping my nails against the short hairs on the nape of his neck. My hips are moving without my permission, meeting each one of his thrusts and subsequently driving both of us closer to our climaxes.

“Shit,” he curses, pulling away from me to gaze into my eyes.

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