Page 29 of Dagger

And then she leapt, fully confident I would catch her—and I did—before wrapping her legs around my waist. Another moan escaped and that was it, every last fucking shred of control I had was gone.

I gripped her ass tight and pushed my cock between her legs, drawing out the most delicious fucking moan that shot straight to my dick. Her hips moved, sliding up and down my length, and suddenly the fabric between us was too fucking much. “Sinclair,” I growled, and nipped at her neck as I set her on her feet.

Her chest heaved and she licked her lips, looking at me like I was a snack she couldn’t wait to devour. Without a word she gripped the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head, tossing it onto the couch beside her.

I stepped forward and yanked off every piece of fabric hiding her body from me, and then I took a step back, letting my gaze rake over her naked body. She was all smooth, pale skin and dusty pink nipples. Her hips flared out beautifully, showing off the hourglass shape of her body. “You are fucking gorgeous, Sinclair.”

Her skin flushed and her nipples stiffened into hard peaks. Her breath stuttered as she licked her lips, fisting her hands at her hips. Something flickered in her gaze, maybe uncertainty, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared and then her hands were on my t-shirt, dragging it up my body so achingly slowly the only sound I could hear was the blood that pumped through my veins.

“Sinclair,” I moaned when she slowly tugged on my zipper. The woman was teasing me, trying to drive me out of my goddamn mind. “Enough.” I wrapped my hands around her wrists to stop her torturous moves.

Her full lips curled into a knowing, teasing smile that only made my cock harder. She stepped back and slid one hand down her belly, not stopping until her fingers were buried between her legs. “Fine.”

I watched Sinclair closely, noting the way her pulse fluttered when she tilted her head back and played with her clit. Her lips parted slightly, and she gasped, “Fuck.” She was a goddamn bombshell, and I moved quickly, taking off all of my clothes until she could see how I was pulsing and throbbing for her.

“Come here.” I didn’t wait for her to obey, I hooked an arm around her waist and kissed her hard and deep, until Icouldn’t stand another minute of not having my cock buried in her body. “Tell me you want this, Sinclair.”

She took a step back and my breath hitched, thinking she was fucking with my head. Instead of using her words, she gave me her back, bending to rest her forearms on the arm of the couch, back arching so that her plump, pink pussy lips glistened, calling out to me.

Unable to help myself, I ran one finger up and down her soft lips before dipping between them, finding her pussy slick and hot. “You’re so fucking wet.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

I slipped my finger into her hot pussy and knelt down, palming her ass with my free hand before I flicked my tongue against her clit.

“Oh!” Her back arched, giving me better access.

I removed my finger and devoured her pussy. My moves were rushed and shaky as her honey touched my tongue. Her hips rolled and she shouted her pleasure. She cried out when I fucked her with my tongue, shouted my name when I sucked her clit hard and fast.

“Dagger, oh fuck!”

I smiled, gripping her lush ass cheeks as her legs shook and trembled, ignoring my aching, leaking cock while I pushed her closer and closer to the edge.

“Oh. My. God.” Her body went stiff, and when I slid my finger into her drenched and pulsing pussy, she shot off like arocket. “Yes,” she shouted over and over as pleasure exploded out of her.

She was sweaty and trembling, exactly how I wanted her, as I got to my feet and fisted my cock. “Such a pretty pussy. Wet and pulsing just for me.”

“Just for you.”

Those words pushed me over the edge. I lined our bodies up, the blunt tip of my cock getting soaked with her juices. “Ah, fuck babe.”

She moved her hips, taking my cock until I was buried so deep my eyes crossed. “Yes,” she hissed out as her head fell forward, her fingers digging into the plush fabric of the sofa. “Dagger. More.”

I didn’t move for a long time, savoring the way her pussy clenched me tight, and her juices coated my length.

“Please,” she moaned softly.

I slid out and slammed deep. Hard, punishing strokes. Being buried so deep inside Sinclair was like a religious fucking experience. She was tight and wet, responsive to every stroke, every slide of my cock.

“Yes!” She threw her head back with another shout of pleasure. Her hair brushed down my face while her pussy sucked me in deeper and squeezed me until I thought I would explode.

I took that hair and wrapped it around my fist, holding her in place while I pounded into her, hard and fast, so deep I didn’t know where I ended, and she began.

“More,” she shouted. “Harder,” she demanded.

Every word from her lips fueled my need for her, for her bold words. I loved a woman who wasn’t shy about what she wanted, and Sinclair, though shy and sweet on the outside, wasn’t afraid to ask for what she needed to get off.

I released her hair and grabbed her throat without squeezing, just holding her throat in one hand, her hip in the other while I fucked her like I’d never fucked another woman. It was raw and intense, my hunger for her was so desperate and I couldn’t get enough. My cock plunged in long, deep strokes, hungry to stay buried deep.

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