Page 7 of Hot Man

“I know, sweetheart,” he says, voice strained with lust. “I’m making you feel so good, aren’t I?”

“Uh huh,” I manage to agree after a few seconds, though I don’t think he was actually expecting an answer out of me.

“Can’t believe I found you,” he says, his head dropping down to the crux between my neck and shoulder. “Feels like I’ve been waiting for you forever.”

This time, I feel the tears spring to my eyes. Daxlikesme. I’m not just some random hookup, someone he picked out of convenience. He thinks I’m his future, the same way I know he’s mine. I swallow harshly, willing those emotions to stay away – at least until we’re finished here.

Dax peppers kisses along my collarbone, his gentleness a stark contrast from the way he’s drilling into me unapologetically. My head spins, and I gulp down air. I know that my orgasm is close, approaching me like a freight train, but I want this moment to last forever.

“You have no idea the things you do to me,” Dax whispers in my ear, his hot breath causing me to shudder all the way down to my core. “I was hard just watching you work, It was all I could do not to drag you away and do this to you.”

“Dax,” I groan, bringing my hands up to caress the back of his head, my fingers tangling in his short, brown hair.

“I know,” he soothes again, nipping at my earlobe. “I’m insatiable. I can’t help it, though. You’re just so goddamn perfect.”

“Dax,” I say again. Then again. And again.

I can’t stop saying his name as I hold onto him for dear life. I’m wrecked, only being kept steady by Dax’s presence. He looks at me like he knows he’s the only thing keeping me tethered.

“Are you getting close again?” he asks, even though I can tell he already knows the answer. “Feels like you’re getting close, Chloe. Am I going to make you cum again?”

I try to say yes, but I can’t. All I’m able to give him is a pathetic, choked off noise. He chuckles before changing the angle of his hips in response.

The kind of pleasure he gives me feels overwhelming. I feel like I might implode on myself. I’m clenching around his length and mindlessly digging my nails into his skin. It won’t take much to push me over the line, and it’s clear that Dax can tell.

His hand drifts away from my nipple, the flat of his palm dragging down my abdomen. I jerk upward when his fingertips brush my clit. Electric shocks of delight spread through me, and I feel myself going over the edge.

“Dax, Dax, Dax,” I chant, bucking my hips up against him.

Blood rushes in my ears, blocking out the encouragement I can tell that he’s murmuring to me. He works me through my climax, continuing to rub my clit as he pumps his hips in and out of me. His pace is still brutal and punishing, and I’m teetering onthe edge of overstimulation. I think I love it, even though I can feel the pleasure morphing into pain.

“Feel so good,” I hear Dax saying as my hearing starts to come back. “You feel so good, Chloe. I’m getting close, gonna cum. Gonna fill you up and make you mine.”

A few strokes later, I’m filled up even further. His seed shoots into me, his cock pressed up against my cervix. A wild, almost feral part of me wants him to get me pregnant. I wonder if this will take, if I’ll be lucky enough to grow a part of him inside of me for nine months.

When his orgasm subsides, he pulls out, leaning over to kiss me on the forehead. His gaze is soft, and it makes something in my chest ache. The afterglow of my orgasm doesn’t get a chance to set in, though. All I feel is growing anxiety.

I doubt he’d look at me like that if he knew I’d already been here. Actually, I’m positive he’d kick me out. If I want to save myself from that humiliation, I need to get out of here before he has a chance to learn who I really am – an orphan with a sick obsession with a firefighter she saw years ago. I really thought I could hide that part of myself from him, but now that we’ve been intimate, now that I know what real intimacy means, I know the truth will have to come out eventually. There’s no way I’d be able to hide something that important for long, and the closer we get, the worse it will be when he does find out.

“You okay?” Dax asks, cupping my face and forcing me to look him in the eyes.

His concern only makes me feel worse, but I don’t let it show on my face. Instead, I plaster on a smile and say, “I’m okay. Just tired.”

“Sleep,” he tells me, shifting onto his back and pulling me onto his chest. “I’ll make dinner when we wake up.”

I allow myself to be held, but sleep doesn’t come. I won’t let it. I need to enjoy these last few moment with Dax before I leave his life for good. And by “for good”, I mean just that. I’ll quit my job and leave the group home. I can’t trust myself to be in the same city as him. I’d just go back to my old ways.

So, when his breathing finally evens out, I carefully extract myself from his chest. My heart is heavy as I slowly get dressed, careful not to make any noise. Then, with one last look at him, I slip out of his home – the home I’ve always dreamed about being invited into.

I just hope he can forgive me.

Chapter Six

Dax

When I wake up a few hours later, the other side of my bed is cold. I try to quell the panic that begins to rise in my throat, but in my gut I know Chloe isn’t in the house. It’s too quiet.

Her smell lingers, though. It strikes me as familiar, which I didn’t notice at first, when the aroma of espresso still clung to her. Now that she’s been naked in my sheets, there’s something light and floral lingering in the air. I’ve smelled it here before, but I don’t understand how I could have.

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