Page 39 of Dash

“You are whole. You’re you. Messy, chaotic, and I’m in fucking awe of you.”

“You say that now. Wait until I’m spiralling at four a.m. and you’re sleep deprived.”

I kiss the inside of her wrist. Slow and soft. “I’d still be in awe and tired.”

My tee rides up her thighs and I want to push it higher, but this is her party. I’m just here for the ride.

“I want to fuck you.” Her words detonate in my gut. “But I don’t want to rush it this time.”

Fuck, she’s going to undo me. “I’m yours, Dayna. Whatever you want to do to me.”

Her brows wiggle, cutting through the tension. “Whatever, huh?” She leans down and kisses where she can reach on my chest, her hands on my ribs. “It’s dangerous to give me free rein, Dash.”

“I trust you.”

Her eyes soften a beat before she kisses my neck. “You shouldn’t.”

She sits back, straddling me and pulls the tee over her head. Her tits are fucking perfect. Full and begging for my mouth, but I don’t move. I let her lead this.

Her hand wraps around my shaft and my hips twitch, and her confidence slips as she flicks her eyes to me.

“This okay?” I nod, not trusting my voice. “You’re sure? It’s not too late to back out.”

“I don’t need to back out, Dayna.”

Her body relaxes as she inches my cock inside her while mine becomes taut. Fuck. It takes all my strength not to spill my load right there.

I squeeze my eyes closed as her tight heat wraps around me. My hand slides up her side to cup her tit. I flick my thumb over her nipple, getting a gasp from her.

“You feel good,” she whispers as she sinks down fully until our bodies are flush.

The little gasps she makes as I fill her from root to stem has my balls squeezing so tight I can hardly breathe.

Her head tips back, her hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of wild tangles.

She’s a fucking goddess and I want to worship every part of her as she circles her hips, driving me deeper inside her. We both pant, but her bottom lip slides between her teeth igniting fire in my blood.

I like her being on top. Like the confidence she has to take what she wants, to be in control of what we’re doing. I also like the access it gives me to her body, and that I can see her face while she comes.

Her nails are in my chest, digging into my skin like she’s trying to anchor herself there. A primal, feral want rises inside me, clawing out of my ribs at the flare of her hips, the softness of her belly and tits.

I take her hands, threading my fingers through hers, our eyes locked she rides me. “Dash.”

There is a desperation behind the way she says my name, not because she is in the moment, but it almost sounds like a plea. Like she’s scared of what we’re doing, of what it means, of what comes next.

I don’t let go of her, even when she tries to pull back a little. “I’ve got you,” I say, dropping those double-edged words.

Her brows twitch, confusion warring with her body for just a second, but it’s enough. She still doesn’t believe this is real, doesn’t think I’m any different from the other pricks she’s been with.

She doesn’t want softness from me. She wants real.

And yet I’m going to give her both.

She’s been hurt.

Never again. Not on my watch.

Still buried inside her, I roll her onto her back. Her eyes are fire as I pin her hands over her head and I give her a bruisingkiss. Her chest heaves as our tongues clash, licking inside each other’s mouths.

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