Page 21 of He Loves Me Not

For a future with Dawson, I'll face just about anything.

Chapter Nine

Dawson

Ava is hard at work, trying to get herself fucked on her island, and I'm two seconds from giving the little minx exactly what she wants.

"Mm," she moans, licking frosting off her fingers, her eyes rolling back in her head. "That's so good."

Yeah, fuck dinner. I'd rather eat her.

I turn off the burner, moving the saucepan to the side, and stalk toward her, my dick so hard it hurts.

"What are you doing?"

"Coming to get a taste."

She scoops her finger into the frosting container and then holds it out to me. But that's not what I want.

"Lay back," I grunt, planting my hands on her hips.

She stares at me for a moment, her eyes darkening, and then she wriggles, shifting until she's flat on her back on the cool marble. I lift her hips, yanking her pants and panties down her legs.

"W-what are you doing?" she asks, her voice that breathless tone that tells me she isn't objecting.

"Getting a taste." I grab the hand covered in frosting, guiding it to her pussy.

She gasps, her hips arching when I wipe her frosting-covered fingers across her puffy lips. Her legs fall open wider in invitation.

"T-this isn't sanitary, Dawson," she mumbles.

"Don't give a fuck, Ava," I growl, making sure every little bit of frosting is painted across her skin. "You've been over here fucking with me for the past ten minutes. Now, you get to pay for it."

"I wasn—"

I arch a brow, silencing her lie before she can finish telling it.

"Fine," she mutters. "Maybe I was."

I grin, leaning down to kiss her lips. She tastes like chocolate and sin. "You better hold on, sweetness," I murmur against her lips before pulling back.

"Why?"

I answer by yanking her hips up and burying my face between her thighs. She's at an angle on the island, the upper half of her body the only thing making contact. I'm in control of the rest of her.

"Oh!" she cries out.

I growl against her pussy, licking the chocolate from her skin. It's sweet, but she's sweeter. The combination of the frosting and her juices drives me fucking wild. I lick and suck and bite, devouring her like the goddamn treat she is.

When I shove my tongue inside her tight little hole, fucking her with it, she shouts my name, coming all over my face. I don't let up, not until she gives me another one.

I leave her wrecked on the island, her skin flushed pink, her tits heaving in her pretty little top, her hair plastered to her face.She's gorgeous beneath me, all mewls and soft little puffs of air, her big blue eyes wide and dazed.

"We're going to need more frosting," she whispers. "A whole lot more frosting."

Jesus.

I lean down, kissing the shit out of her because I have to. Because I can. Because she's mine. And because spending all damn day at the stadium today was torture. Now that I've had her, I don't know how I'm supposed to keep hiding how I feel about her. I'll find a way to do it because it's what she needs from me, but it's going to kill me. I already know it will.