Page 49 of Dagger

And I let him. His strong hands gripped the back of my head and his other settled low on my back, warm and comforting. But also sizzling, so hot that my skin puckered under his touch. The kiss was wild and crazy, and after a few passes of his tongue, I wasn’t sure which way was up. His grip tightened and the next thing I knew, my body was sandwiched between him and a hard, cool wall.

I was desperate to have him in that moment. Maybe it was the uncertainty of what would happen next. For all I knew this would be the last night I spent with him, and I wanted it, oh god, how I wanted it.

Within moments the door was closed and our clothes scattered across the room, our desperation to have each other too strong to stop for any reason. My hands were everywhere at once, his hard chest, his wide shoulders, down his back until my hands found his ass. I squeezed because I could and because it was so firm and so tight I just couldn’t help myself.

Dagger pushed his hips against mine, letting me feel that he was hard and long, thick and ready for what came next. “Need you now,” he said.

“Yes,” I moaned, and jumped up in his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Now. Please.” I rubbed myself against him, my juices dripping down his length.

“Fuck!” The word roared out of him as we fell onto the bed and he gripped my hips, dragging my pussy up and down the length of him until he was fully coated. “Put my cock inside you.”

I licked my lips and raised up on my heels, gripping his length until the blunt tip of him nudged my opening. “Yes,” I hissed out, teasing both of us as I fucked his tip.

Dagger grunted and bit his bottom lip. “Ride my cock, Sinclair. Do it. Now.”

I teased him for a few more seconds simply because I could and then I sank down slowly, taking my time until he was buried so deep that it stole my breath. He was thick and pulsing inside me, being patient while I savored the feel of his powerful length. “Dagger,” I moaned, and licked my lips.

He pulsed again, thick and delicious, while his fingertips dug into my skin.

He felt too good to just sit there, so I rose up and sank down slowly, again and again. Every stroke made me wetter, so wet the sound permeated the room. My walls shook with the feel of him inside me and my legs quivered as pleasure took over. Still, I loved this position. Not only did it make me feel powerful and in control, it gave me an excellent view of every emotion that flickered on Dagger’s face.

His jaw tightened. His nostrils flared and his teeth sank into his bottom lip. The sounds of his pleasure turned me on even more and I moved faster, slamming down hard and harderon his cock until my vision blurred. “Oh, yes!” My head fell back but I forced myself to focus on his face, to watch his every reaction while I rode him into oblivion. He was ruggedly beautiful, so masculine and powerful, but in this moment with his cock buried deep, he was at my mercy.

His fingertips dug into my hips and his hands gripped me, guided me in shorter but deeper strokes that hit that spot. My head spun and my lids fluttered shut because I couldn’t keep them open any longer.

The room was loud with the sound of our bodies smacking against each other. The sound was erotic, a sensual beat that drove me, that pushed me harder and faster until my heart raced too fast and my legs quivered. Until my orgasm washed over me and made it impossible to do anything but succumb to the pleasure.

“Dagger, oh fuck, yes!” My entire being trembled as the ecstasy shot out of every single pore of my body, tearing me apart to the point I feared nothing would ever put me together again.

He gripped me so hard I knew there would be bruises tomorrow, but I didn’t care, not when he held me and fucked me, hitting that same spot over and over until my mind went black and absolute pleasure took over. “That’s right, Sinclair, milk my cock. Drain me dry,” he said, and his hips shot up one last time, the warmth of his seed flooding my body until I went limp on top of him. “Fuck, babe, just… fuck.”

I smiled to myself at his praise, feeling a shiver tear through me before my eyelids grew heavy.

***

I must have fallen asleep because sometime later I felt the bed shift and my eyes fluttered open to see Dagger stepping into jeans with wet hair and a hint of a smile on his face.

“You’re heading out?”

He nodded. “I just checked on Dani, she’s sound asleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Promise?” I hated the needy tone that accompanied that one word, but I couldn’t ignore the anxiety that coursed through me.

“Yeah, I promise. I told you, don’t worry about me.”

I sighed. “If I could help it, I would. Are you going after that MC?”

“Just got some club business to deal with,” he answered.

“Be safe.”

He pressed a kiss to my forehead and then my lips. It was slow and lingering, wickedly delicious. “See you in the morning.”

I slept fitfully for the rest of the night, jumping at every noise just in case it was Dagger stumbling home, hurt or worse. I realized he’d avoided answering my question outright about where he was going. When the sun began to streak the sky, I was grateful for the reprieve from sleep that just didn’t come.

Chapter 26

Dagger

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