Page 40 of Dagger

Heat pulsed through my body. My nipples beaded and moisture flooded my panties. How I could possibly go from worry and guilt to white-hot arousal was beyond me. “What did you have in mind?” My words were playful and teasing.

“I don’t know.” His smile turned darker and mischievous. “You seemed so worried about me.”

“I was. I am.”

“Then let me make you feel better.”

My legs felt shaky as I walked backwards, his big, slightly calloused hands in mine as he let me pull him. Just inside the living room I removed his vest, his t-shirt, and the white undershirt that gave way to miles of hard muscle and colorful ink. He was so big and so strong. So beautiful.

With a growl, Dagger scooped me in his arms and jogged up the stairs until we were on the other side of his bedroom door. “I’ve dreamt about having you here in my bed. Spread out. Hot and wet. At my command.”

My body was on fire, reacting wildly to his seductive words. I’d never been a girl all that riled up by words, but the way he spoke, slow and intentional, turned me on. Those words wrapped around me until I was ready to burst with my need for him. “Dagger,” I whispered as he stripped all the clothes from my body.

“You are so fucking beautiful, Sinclair.” As I lay on his bed, his rough hands slid up the inside of my legs before hecupped my sex, letting his thumb slide down my slit. “Smooth skin.” He kissed one hipbone and then the other. “All woman.” He pressed kisses all over my body. “All mine.”

“Yes,” I moaned when his mouth wrapped around my nipple. It was hard and aching, and when Dagger sucked it, my hips bucked off the bed. I’d never been so turned on by just a few touches. My body felt like one giant nerve ending, and when he took the other nipple while his thumb grazed across my clit in a hypnotic back and forth motion, I shot off. Exploding like a bomb that had been dormant for decades. “Yes!”

Dagger didn’t stop until my body went limp. “I love to hear you come,” he said, a smile in his voice.

“How is this making you feel better?”

He chuckled. “Well, I feel really fucking good hearing how good I make you feel,” he assured me as he kissed his way down my body, his warm breath on my already sensitized pussy. “Now this is just for me,” he murmured as he French kissed my pussy, using so much tongue that every swipe made me tremble with desire.

I fisted the comforter in my hands as pleasure shot to the surface, not quite an orgasm but so intense I thought I might explode.

“Don’t come,” he commanded. “Not yet.” His mumbled words vibrated from my pussy up to the rest of my body. His tongue flicked against my clit and then slid in a long, slow swipe that pushed me to the edge. Over and over his tongue slapped against me before dipping inside me.

“Dagger,” I warned, and he stopped abruptly.

“Fuck, I could do that all night.” He grinned as he jumped to his feet and quickly undressed. He fisted his cock in his hand as he came closer. “But now I need to be inside you.”

“Yes,” I moaned, and wrapped my arms around him when our chests met. His cock, long and thick and heavy, nestled against my wet, swollen pussy. “So good.”

He pulled back, his rock-hard cock nudging at my opening as it leaked, begging him to enter. “Ready?”

“More than ready,” I whispered.

He pushed inside, stretched me slowly. Deliciously. “Fuck,” he growled. “This pussy is gonna be the death of me.” He sank balls deep and paused there, his cock pulsing inside me. “So fucking good, Sinclair.”

My body trembled, my orgasm already starting. My toes tingled, that feeling you get when you’ve been sitting too long, and then it started to climb. Up to my ankles and then my calves and my thighs. “Dagger,” I cried in his ear before I sank my teeth into that strip of muscle between his neck and shoulder.

“Let go,” he whispered, and nipped my earlobe. He fucked me, hard and deep, penetrating strokes that shook me to my core. Every time he slammed into me, he stole another piece of my body, maybe even my heart, and I knew I wasn’t getting it back. His strokes were determined and methodical, designed to keep me on that edge of pleasure until I felt as though I’d snap if I didn’t come soon. His hand slipped between us, fingers playing my clit like a guitar while he sank deeper with every stroke.

“Dagger,” I moaned, a warning before my body clamped down hard around him, gripping him for long eternal moments before my orgasm erupted with the fury of an ancient volcano.

His hips thrust with reckless abandon while my orgasm washed over me, grunting with every stroke.

I looked up at him, and his beautiful blue eyes bore into mine as he pounded into me and never looked away, noting every flicker of emotion across my face. Every gasp. Every moan. Pleasure came, wave after never ending wave, until my body sank against the mattress, sated and totally spent.

His breath hitched but he never stopped. His thick cock pushed deeper and deeper until he froze and the warm jets of come filled me completely. “Fuck, babe,” he growled, shoving his cock deeper until his arms gave out. “Holy fucking shit.”

I sighed and stroked his damp hair, enjoying the feel of his big body, the weight of it on top of me. He was heavy but it was a comforting weight, one I felt cold without when he rolled over and took me with him. “That was…wow.”

His deep chuckle rumbled against the side of my face. “You know, Ialmostfeel a little better. Maybe in another few hours I’d feel completely better.”

I did the only thing I could at that moment.

I laughed.

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