Page 37 of Inked Hearts
“What's wrong?” I ask, suddenly nervous that she feels forced or pressured, “You don't have to-”
“I want you to fuck my mouth…I want you to treat me like I'm not broken,” she murmurs, her gaze hardening with determination, “I want you to use me like you let me use you.”
Yep, it's official. She's perfect. She is everything I could ever want.
I tighten my hold on her hair and prepare myself, “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she responds without hesitation, knowing that I need to verbally hear it. Or maybe she just needs to say it out loud. To voice the strength she has in this moment. She may be on her knees but she is a fucking queen for me.
I guide her mouth back to my throbbing dick and set a brutal pace. I fuck her mouth so hard that I know she will be sore. She never complains, instead she moans like I am pleasuring her by using her. It spurs me on, going harder as she hallows out her cheeks and flicks her tongue along the sensitive underside of my shaft.
I press the head of my dick into her throat and rasp, “Swallow.”
She does and I groan at the feel of her tight wet throat closing around me. I pull back and surge forward again, and she swallows without instruction. I continue this until my balls are drawing up and my spine is tingling.
“I-I’m gonna come,” I warn her, preparing to pull out so she doesn't feel forced to swallow my release.
Her hands reach around and grip my ass almost painfully as she shoves my cock to the back of her throat and swallows every single drop as I groan long and loud.
Once she has taken all of me, she pulls off with a smile and I grip her under her arms and drag her up. My lips are on hers the second she's within reach and I don't even care that I can taste myself on her tongue. It's perfect…she is perfect.
We break apart without speaking. Both of us take the time to wash each other in an intimacy I have never experienced. When we get out, we dry off in silence, and then dress. When she climbs into bed I don't wait for an invitation…I just climb in beside her and pull her against me.
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Waking up with Dakota in my arms has become my new favorite thing. She’s so small and soft, but all of her curves seem to just fit me. Glancing at the clock I see that we have fifteen minutes before her alarm goes off for her morning run. I place a quick kiss on her head and untangle myself from her.
A soft sigh escapes and she cuddles deeper into the pillow I was using. It's impossible not to feel something for her. She's everything I have tried not to find…and yet here I am, my heart in my chest throbbing to keep her. To make this real. Because a woman like her is rare as fuck. I would be a goddamn idiot if I didn’t try and hold onto her and never let go.
Slowly, I sneak out of her room, letting the door fall with a small click before I head to my room to get dressed. She’s running with Madd this morning, so I needed to get out of her room early just in case he was already up. I’m not ready to tell my friends about what is happening between us. Mostly because I’m not sure what exactly we are. And she deserves to have a real conversation, where she can hear how I feel and make a decision without any pressure.
I change quickly into sweatpants and a hoodie, strapping my cross-chest holster underneath it, and tying up my running shoes. When I get to the kitchen Madd is already there, sipping on water, looking like he just rolled out of bed.
I give him a big smile and say, “Morning, old man.”
He snorts at me and rolls his eyes, even as a small smile plays on his lips, “You’re in a good mood.”
I can hear the suspicious undertone but I ignore it, “You ready for this run?”
“You’re coming?” He responds, his eyebrows raising to his hairline.
Okay, rude. But also valid. I can definitely run and sometimes I go for runs just to blow off steam. But I don'tlikethem and I rarely volunteer.
I shrug and get myself a water out of the fridge, “Yeah, I could use the exercise.”
He snorts and goes to respond but his lips snap shut when his gaze falls on Dakota, looking sleep rumpled and adorable in leggings and an oversized hoodie.
“Good morning, Kota,” he greets her. His usual broody behavior is nowhere to be found as he stares at her. I expect jealousy to flare but honestly, the way he looks at her… it's like he's looking at his little sister. Adoring and proud. It’s a look I haven’t seen on my best friend's face in years.
“Morning, Maddie,” she murmurs, and then her eyes fall to me and widen slightly, “Oh…morning Wolf. Are you coming with us?”
“Yup,” I respond, popping thepobnoxiously and loving the way her cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink. I have to avert my gaze before I start thinking of other ways that I can get those pretty cheeks to turn pink.
As we head outside the morning greets us with a cool, crisp air. As the first rays of sunlight pierce through the trees I can'thelp but think about how beautiful this place is. Before this assignment I had never been to Colorado. I grew up in Texas and moved to California for the Marine Corps. I never really thought that I would enjoy the snow or the cold. But something about this place is just so….refreshing. Like you stepped out of real life and into a fucking postcard.
Dakota begins to stretch and I can't stop looking at her. She has her hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, her face is devoid of makeup, and her leggings do nothing to hide her absolutely biteable ass. She's a fucking vision. She always is. I’ve never met anyone who can be so effortlessly beautiful.
Madd’s usual stoic demeanor is replaced by a lightness I rarely get to see anymore, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips as if he's privy to some inside joke the world's yet to catch on to.