Page 31 of Smoke
“Y-yes,” she said, already moving to help me undress her. I pulled the sleep shirt over her head and she kicked off her panties.
Her pert titties jiggled with our hurried motions and I couldn’t resist the need to suck a nipple into my mouth.
“Dawson,” she moaned.
Bringing my other hand up, I cupped her breast before rolling the nipple in my fingers. She arched her hips up and my cock brushed across her bare mound.
“More,” she cried.
Letting her nipple pop free, I grabbed her hip, stilling her movements. “What do you want more of, baby?”
Her eyes were wide, dilated, and pleading when she looked at me. It was a fucking turn-on to know she wanted me as badly as I wanted her.
“Tell me what you need, Ashley.”
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Ashley
I tossed my head back and forth. “I don’t know!” I cried. “Just more.”
Dawson smiled before lowering his mouth to mine and whispering a promise to help me against my lips. He traced my bottom lip and I opened my mouth for him.
“Fuck me,” he whispered just before his tongue slid across mine. I was met with the taste of cinnamon. “I’m going to take care of you,” he said.
I believed him. I knew I’d be one loved Little one when he was done with me.
Pulling back, he sucked my lower lip into my mouth and I shivered at the powerful sensation. My pussy clenched and once again I arched my hips trying to gain friction against him. Grabbing his shirt in with my good hand, I tried to pull it over his head, but he pulled back from me. I whined, immediately missing the feel of him laying over me.
He took my hand in his and pressed a kiss to my palm. His brows drew together in worry and the air grew heavy with the weight of whatever he was going to say.
“What is it?” I asked.
“I was hurt last night. I promise I am okay, but I don’t want my bandages to scare you.”
“You were hurt?” I asked, trying to sit up so I could check him over. He laid his large palm in the center of my chest and kept me laying on my back in the bed.
“I was shot, but some friends took good care of me and Elliot is going to come by and look me over today.”
“Is it bad? Did the bad men hurt you? Did you kill them?”
“The bad men? Did I kill them?” he repeated. His mouth opened and closed several times. He studied me, looking aghast at my questions.
My tummy flipped upside down, but I nodded anyway. “Yes, Eloise, Allyson, and I had a really big talk last night.”
“You did?”
I hated the fearful look on his face. “We did, but please don’t look so worried. I understand. Eloise said you and the other Daddies saved her and even though it is still super scary, I’m really glad that you’re helping so many other people,” I explained, wrapping my fingers around his hand on my chest.
He sighed, loud and long and heavy.
“I’m sorry you didn’t have a chance to find out from me, Little one. I planned to tell you, just when I’d figured some more things out.”
“When you figured some things out?” I asked, wondering what kind of things he was talking about.
“You are my world, Ash. When I was in prison, I didn’t give a fuck, all I could think about was getting out and getting high again. I hated my dad, hated your mom, but finding out they were getting married and dragging you into the mix was eye-opening for me. You were so young and innocent. I knew if I didn’t get my shit together, you’d never have a chance at life. It didn’t save you. My dad still almost killed you, but it is onlybecause of you that I am who I am,” he said tenderly. “And now that I have you, I’m not sure I want to do those jobs anymore. I used to love it, but now... Now I loveyou.”
Tears filled my eyes and for the first time in averylong time, I felt valued.
