Page 11 of Dash

She tastes like alcohol and something sweet. Her fingers tangle in my kutte before sliding under my clothes and resting on my abs. I kiss her like I’m claiming every part of her. My hands cup her face, giving me control to put her where I need her.

Her tongue is electric as it swipes mine, teeth clashing, a duel between two desperate people.

This isn’t working. I need her closer, need more control. I hoist her into my arms, and she wraps herself around my neck, her ankles crossing at my back as I press her against the wall behind us. My hands tighten around her thighs as her back hits the plaster, our mouths never parting.

Fuck, she feels amazing. Her body is pliable, all soft curves against mine, and I want to explore every inch of her. I let her down, the top of her head barely reaching the bottom of my chin. The moment I do she grinds against the hardness of my cock, dragging moans from both of us.

“Fuck, baby.” I move from her mouth, down the column of her throat to that dip in her neck, kissing and nipping as I go while she continues to roll her hips against my shaft. “You feel that?”

“I feel it,” she gasps. I haven’t even taken a stitch of her clothes off and she’s already writhing for me.

“That’s what you do to me.” I kiss back up to her mouth, sliding my tongue against the seam of her lips. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Dayna. I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

Her head tips back against the wall, her eyes glazed, her cheeks flushed beneath her makeup. “Yes.”

That breathy little moan she makes is like dynamite. I need to touch her, to feel her wetness on my fingers. I slip a hand between our bodies, under her skirt, and drag her underwear down. She steps out of them as I run my fingers through the curls covering her pussy. She is soaked, and I smirk as I push two inside.

Her back arches off the wall, forcing my fingers deep into her scorching heat. She circles her hips, riding me, taking exactly what she wants and needs, and fuck, it’s sexy as hell.

Her pants come quicker, breathier as I fuck her with my fingers, my thumb circling over her clit. She grasps my shoulders as she shatters, digging in hard enough to bruise. Her eyes squeeze shut as her climax rolls through her, but I don’t give her a second to relax.

I nip at her ear as I unbutton my jeans and shove them down just enough to free my cock.

“Babe, I’m not packing party favours tonight, so please tell me you’re covered.”

She gives me a lazy smile. “Relax, Casanova. You think I’d drag you back here without being protected?”

Thank fuck for that.“You okay with me coming in you?” I give her a sanity check, a chance to walk away if she wants, even though ending this would kill me.

“Less talk, Dash. More fucking.”

I chuckle, lifting one of her thighs, and then I line myself up. In one deep, possessive stroke, I bury myself inside her slick heat. Her throat tightens, her breath catching, and somehow, I get even harder.

I drag back just a fraction before slamming back into her with enough force that I know I’m going to feel it in the back of my thighs tomorrow.

Her spine hits the wall, and I wrap my hand around the back of her head. I don’t want to give her a fucking concussion.

Over and over, I drive into her, guttural sounds ripping out of my throat, sweat beading on the back of my neck as she clings to me like I’m life-saving driftwood tossed into stormy waters.

I’ve never had sex like this in my life, not with girlfriends, not with one-night stands, not with anyone.

Her climax hits first, her pussy squeezing my cock so tight I see stars before I go over the edge myself. I spill into her, my hips stuttering as she milks every drop from me.

I lean a hand against the wall above her head, my legs suddenly jelly as my breath tears out of my chest. She sags back against the plaster, her skirt still bunched up around her hips, that small patch of hair covering her cunt like a pretty invitation.

She gives me a lazy smile as she slides off my dick. The loss of her heat, of her tightness almost has me grabbing her and demanding round two, even though my cock is not up for a repeat performance yet.

“That was dangerous. Anybody could have walked around the corner and seen us fucking like rabbits.”

This girl…

“Does that excite you, baby?”

“Sex excites me, Dash.” She pulls her skirt down to cover herself before she picks up her underwear. “That was fun.”

My brows draw together.

“I’m not sure if I should be offended that you just reduced the best sex of my life to ‘that was fun’.”

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