tightens around his cock.
Before I can take another breath, he bends down and places his lips on mine. I open up and let him have control. Even though Rodger was a control freak, it doesn’t bother me to allow Dash that same control. I want him to take me, make me his. It’s not degrading, it’s exhilarating.
He pulls away quickly, and it leaves me panting for more. His hands fall out of my hair and they land on my chest. He roughly pushes me back onto the bed before he pulls my shorts down my legs and tosses them to the side.
He reaches down and grabs my legs as he continues to stand at the end of the bed. He doesn’t even bother checking to see if I’m wet, he knows better. I take in a deep breath and arch my back as he slowly enters me. Not even bothering with a condom. I should tell him to stop and put one on, but I can’t make my lips say the words. He just feels too good.
He takes his time working in and out of me, stretching me. “I’m gonna take my time with you tonight, baby.”
I whimper. “Please.” I reach up and try to pull his body closer to mine wanting him to be as needy as I am right now, but he just smirks at my lame attempt.
His hands land on my thighs, and he slowly runs them to my hips. His grip tightens, and I arch my back, taking in a deep breath. “Begging won’t get you anywhere with me,” he says moving his hips back and forth. “You’re going to remember every little fucking thing this time.”
How could I ever forget in the first place? I may not have remembered exactly what we had done, but my body had. “I need more,” I whine as he slowly pulls out of me and then enters me again just as slowly.
He looks down at me and gives me a cocky smile. “I’m going to give you exactly what you need. In time.”
I sigh as I reach up and massage my breasts. His hands leave my hips, and he bends over me. He takes my wrists in his hands, and he pushes them above my head, pinning them against the mattress. “I wanna be the only one to touch you tonight,” he whispers as he places soft kisses on my neck. I arch my neck back, giving him easier access.
“Then touch me,” I demand, lifting my hips to meet his, trying to get a little more forceful in his movement.
He lets go of my wrists, and his hands cup my breasts. I moan when he bends down and captures my hard nipple between his lips. “Yes,” I say when he starts to suck on it.
His teeth lightly nibble, and I gasp as I lift my hands to tangle them in his dark hair. His hips pick up the pace, and I start to pant as he finally surrenders to what I need.
***
“How did you know where I lived?” I ask lying beside him, completely spent and naked. After we had our first round he finally took the time to shed all of his clothes. But let’s just say he wasn’t as in control the second time. He let me take charge and I like that.
“You told me that first night. You really don’t remember, huh?” he asks chuckling.
I shake my head. “Thank God you aren’t a serial killer,” I say seriously.
He laughs harder. “You had turned your phone on after our last game of pool and put my number in it, but you wouldn’t give me yours.” He smiles. “You were going to leave the party with Blake and Jackie but then decided to stay with me.”
Hmm. Everything makes sense now. “So what made me decide to stay?”
“I guess it was my charm,” he says with a smile, and I laugh.
“Guess so,” I agree before I close my eyes and enjoy the warmth of his body against mine.
“So tell me something about yourself,” I say after a few silent minutes.
“My name is Erik Dashling,” he says, and I let out a little laugh. I at least know that much. “I go by Dash. Because I hate the name Erik and the name, Dashling makes me sound like a fucking pussy.”
“No it doesn’t.” I playfully slap his hard muscular chest. “I like it.”
He looks over to me with a serious look. “You would.” He then looks back up to the
Before I can take another breath, he bends down and places his lips on mine. I open up and let him have control. Even though Rodger was a control freak, it doesn’t bother me to allow Dash that same control. I want him to take me, make me his. It’s not degrading, it’s exhilarating.
He pulls away quickly, and it leaves me panting for more. His hands fall out of my hair and they land on my chest. He roughly pushes me back onto the bed before he pulls my shorts down my legs and tosses them to the side.
He reaches down and grabs my legs as he continues to stand at the end of the bed. He doesn’t even bother checking to see if I’m wet, he knows better. I take in a deep breath and arch my back as he slowly enters me. Not even bothering with a condom. I should tell him to stop and put one on, but I can’t make my lips say the words. He just feels too good.
He takes his time working in and out of me, stretching me. “I’m gonna take my time with you tonight, baby.”
I whimper. “Please.” I reach up and try to pull his body closer to mine wanting him to be as needy as I am right now, but he just smirks at my lame attempt.
His hands land on my thighs, and he slowly runs them to my hips. His grip tightens, and I arch my back, taking in a deep breath. “Begging won’t get you anywhere with me,” he says moving his hips back and forth. “You’re going to remember every little fucking thing this time.”
How could I ever forget in the first place? I may not have remembered exactly what we had done, but my body had. “I need more,” I whine as he slowly pulls out of me and then enters me again just as slowly.
He looks down at me and gives me a cocky smile. “I’m going to give you exactly what you need. In time.”
I sigh as I reach up and massage my breasts. His hands leave my hips, and he bends over me. He takes my wrists in his hands, and he pushes them above my head, pinning them against the mattress. “I wanna be the only one to touch you tonight,” he whispers as he places soft kisses on my neck. I arch my neck back, giving him easier access.
“Then touch me,” I demand, lifting my hips to meet his, trying to get a little more forceful in his movement.
He lets go of my wrists, and his hands cup my breasts. I moan when he bends down and captures my hard nipple between his lips. “Yes,” I say when he starts to suck on it.
His teeth lightly nibble, and I gasp as I lift my hands to tangle them in his dark hair. His hips pick up the pace, and I start to pant as he finally surrenders to what I need.
***
“How did you know where I lived?” I ask lying beside him, completely spent and naked. After we had our first round he finally took the time to shed all of his clothes. But let’s just say he wasn’t as in control the second time. He let me take charge and I like that.
“You told me that first night. You really don’t remember, huh?” he asks chuckling.
I shake my head. “Thank God you aren’t a serial killer,” I say seriously.
He laughs harder. “You had turned your phone on after our last game of pool and put my number in it, but you wouldn’t give me yours.” He smiles. “You were going to leave the party with Blake and Jackie but then decided to stay with me.”
Hmm. Everything makes sense now. “So what made me decide to stay?”
“I guess it was my charm,” he says with a smile, and I laugh.
“Guess so,” I agree before I close my eyes and enjoy the warmth of his body against mine.
“So tell me something about yourself,” I say after a few silent minutes.
“My name is Erik Dashling,” he says, and I let out a little laugh. I at least know that much. “I go by Dash. Because I hate the name Erik and the name, Dashling makes me sound like a fucking pussy.”
“No it doesn’t.” I playfully slap his hard muscular chest. “I like it.”
He looks over to me with a serious look. “You would.” He then looks back up to the
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