It wasn’t like I hadn’t thought of a state of affairs like that earlier than. Actually, it was one I thought of typically.

It was like another entity had possessed me, as a result of the minute my again hit the wall, some swap within me flipped.

His sizzling breath on me, his six foot one body towering over my measly 5 foot eight inches…

The command in his voice, the best way his eyes blazed as his gaze fell to my lips, inflicting my abdomen to twist into knots.

Within the presence of Dawson Richards, I used to be another person, and I wasn’t certain how I felt about that.

I made a decision that I’d had sufficient of all this birthday madness and threw down some cash, feeling like I wanted to get as distant from M’s place and the reminiscence of Dawson and his ridiculously sizzling stare as I might get.

Nevertheless it was no use.

I closed the door, feeling much more defeated because the lights got here on to light up my empty house.

I flipped the lock, tossing my keys on the kitchen counter as I opened my fridge to tug out the outsized cupcake Allie had delivered to the workplace earlier. I meticulously peeled the blue wrapper again, part by part to maintain the confectionery delicacy from crumbling.

“Joyful birthday to me,” I sighed out, feeling exhaustion kick in. I devoured the chocolate cake in lower than three bites, nevertheless it did nothing to sate the vacancy I felt in my abdomen.

After I’d eaten my cupcake of disgrace, I eliminated my garments, tossing them into the wicker hamper within the hallway, relishing within the cool air of my house because it hit my delicate pores and skin. I at all times saved the place at sixty-eight levels.

As I crawled into mattress, my thoughts wandered to ideas of darkened hallways, of a tall, horny man who made my insides twist and my cock spring to life. I groaned as I regarded on the digital clock on my nightstand. 11:30pm.

Twenty-eight years previous, single, and in mattress by eleven thirty. Yeah, discuss lame.

There was no probability in hell anybody would discover routine and order horny.

I closed my eyes as I let my hand slide beneath the waistband of my boxers, wrapping my fist across the head of my cock. My thumb brushed over the tip, feeling the faint beginnings of precum coat my fingertips. Slowly, I tugged on the delicate pores and skin, constructing a gentle rhythm as I let my thoughts wander additional down the darkened hall of fantasy, to ideas of copper eyes and broad shoulders, to fists slammed in opposition to the wall beside my head.

Of thick fingers round my neck, and fiery lips that cursed me to excessive hell earlier than they claimed mine.

Of the load of his physique on high of me as he fucking owned me.

The considered his cock sliding in opposition to mine, pressed in opposition to the wall, exhausting and moist, threw me over the sting.

I cupped my hand over my swollen head as I got here, groaning in defeat as my cock pulsed, sticky, heat wetness spreading by means of my fingers as I fought to catch my breath. I wanted it wasn’t mine.

“Holy fuck.” I sighed, staring up on the ceiling as I fell again to earth.

I knew then, as I lay there, that Dawson Richards was going to be the fucking loss of life of me.

CHAPTER 3

Dawson

The entire journey residence all I might take into consideration was Nolan. Which solely irritated me. His snippy little feedback, his blush on stage, the best way he fucking whimpered and leaned into me…

Fuck.

I hated it. I hated that he pushed my buttons so simply.

Or that he’s able to pushing my buttons in any respect.

I angrily threw my keys down within the bowl after locking the door, realizing there was just one strategy to really work out my frustrations.

It didn’t take lengthy for me to settle in on my sofa, pulling up my favourite go-to porn. I let the video play whereas I bought comfy, letting my cock spring free from my pants as I slid out of them. Leaning again in opposition to the comfortable cushions, I gave myself a great smack, watching my cock bounce with vibrancy as I targeted on the video in entrance of me, particularly the best way Mr. Huge Cock was pounding himself into the tight little ass of the moaning pc nerd in entrance of him.

“You want that don’t you, you little slut?” Mr. Huge Cock drawled, shoving his topic’s head down into the dust.

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