Page 22 of The Baker's Dozen

Switching tactics, I wrap a second hand around his length and use them both in tandem, stroking and squeezing gently.

Dawson lifts his head to watch my hands, smiling wickedly. “You should see this view, angel.”

I meet his gaze and tilt my head. “I don’t know, my view’s pretty good.” Returning my attention to his thick cock, I work him slowly, stroking, squeezing, rounding the head—and reveling in the sounds of approval he makes deep in his throat.

A girl could get addicted to those noises.

A drop of precum glistens on his tip so I lean down and swipe my tongue across the slit, pulling the saltiness of his arousal into my mouth.

Dawson groans, sliding his hands into my hair to hold me still, the head of his cock just a tongue’s length away from my mouth. “Open up,” he murmurs.

I open my mouth and flatten my tongue, then his fingers flex in my hair, guiding my head down as his hips rise and his cock slowly drives into my mouth. I close my lips around him, moaning when the head of his cock presses against the back of my throat.

He holds me still, nostrils flaring as he relishes the feel of my mouth, then he begins guiding me up and down his shaft. I watch his firm ab muscles flex as he fucks my face, dragging my nails through the trail of hair that reaches from below his navel to the base of his cock. Dawson grunts, then pulls my head back with one hand as the other wraps around mine on his cock and he gives a firm squeeze. He slaps the head against my flattened tongue with a grunt of appreciation, then says, “Up.”

I climb onto him in a hurry, my pussy throbbing with need, but as I begin to position myself above his cock, his hands find my hips and hold me still.

My brows furrow as I look at him.

“Up here.”

I frown.

Dawson smirks. “Come sit on my face.”

My eyes widen even as a shiver of want travels down my spine, desire warring with dread in my veins.

I swallow hard. I’ve never donethat.

“Sophie.”

I give my head a subtle shake.

“Come here,cher.”

I reach for the condom still sitting on his belly in hopes to distract him with sex, but he grabs it and sets it aside, just out of my reach.

“Dawson—”

He tugs my hips forward, and I’m amazed that even while laying down, he can maneuver me up his body effortlessly. Straddling his chest awkwardly, I fall forward and his mouth clamps onto my breast. He sucks hard and I moan as my nipple tightens into a peak, then he releases my breast with apopand smacks my ass playfully. “Do as you’re told,cher.”

Jaw tight and pulse racing, I move up until my knees are on either side of his head. Gripping the headboard, I wait, suspended just above his face so I don’t accidentally smother him.

“Hey,” he says softly, “look at me.”

I close my eyes on a long blink, drawing in a deep breath, then open them and tilt my head to look down at him. Past my tits and the fullness of my belly, all I can see are his dark eyes, but when he speaks next, his words are murmured against my pussy, and I’m reminded that I don’t need toseehis mouth for what he intends to do with it.

“Lower down on me,” he commands. “Let me taste you.”

I ease lower, careful not to relax my thigh muscles too much.

Dawson grunts, the sound an equal mix of desire and annoyance. “I saidsit on my face,” he says against my pussy, then he grips my hips and forces me down. Before I can argue or push away, he’s pulling me down harder and licking into me in firm, rough strokes.

“Oh god,” I gasp.

He hums and flexes his hands on my hips, nudging me to rock forward.

When I do, the sensation changes and I suck in a breath. Dawson’s hands move to my ass and he squeezes, rocking me rhythmically as he feasts between my legs.

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