Rock Bottom (Dawson Family 6)

“I’m going to pick you up,” I tell her, knowing she can’t walk.

She nods and makes a feeble attempt to sit up. I scoop her up, holding her against my chest, and go into the family room that’s directly off the kitchen. I lay her down on the couch, grabbing a blanket, and move on top of her. Covering us both up, I move between her legs.

Her eyes flutter shut, and I gently sweep the hair that’s in her face back behind her ear. A few seconds pass before she inhales, opens her eyes, and flashes that same devilish smile.

“It’s your turn.”Chapter 11RoryHoly.

Fucking.

Shit.

My entire body is humming. Alive. Feeling pulses of pleasure I never thought were possible. I’ve never had a man make me come that hard. And Dean made me come harder than I ever have before twice.

I blink my eyes open and bring a hand up, still feeling the aftereffect of the orgasm flooding my veins, and run my fingers down Dean’s back. His skin is smooth and warm, and even though I’m still recovering, still panting and my heart still racing, I want more.

Dean is making me greedy.

And I want to please him as much as he’s pleased me.

I bend my knees and drag my fingers up and down his back, my nerves prickling through my entire body once again. Dean smooths my hair back and kisses me. I can taste myself on his lips and it turns me on even more. I buck my hips, feeling his erection through his pants.

Fumbling in my movements, I bring my hands down, putting them between us as I try to undo Dean’s pants. He lifts himself up, giving me more room, and I get the button on his jeans undone only to remember he’s wearing a belt.

Getting impatient, he sits up and undoes the buckle. Then I push his hands out of the way and pull the belt from the loops. The force of his erection pushes against his pants, forcing the zipper down. I lick my lips, eyes going to the gleaming tip that’s sticking out of the top of his boxers.

I could feel that he was large when he was pressed up against me. My breath hitches as I shove his pants down to his thighs. That thing is huge and I’m not sure if it’s going to fit inside of me. Nerves flutter through me as Dean dives back down, kissing me harder than before.

Widening my legs, I welcome him in between, groaning when his cock rubs against my already-tender clit. I arch my back, rubbing myself against him.

I’m still wearing my shoes, and one of my heels gets stuck in Dean’s pants as he pulls them down his legs.

“My shoes,” I start, voice coming out all breathy. “Should I take them off?”

“No,” Dean says gruffly and lets his jeans fall to the ground. He wraps his arms around me and sits up, changing our position. I’m in his lap now, straddling him, and there’s only the thin layer of his dark blue boxers between us. “But you will take your dress off.”

His voice is deep and demanding, sending a jolt through me, and he looks at me, hunger on his face, and waits for me to obey. On shaky legs, I move off his lap and take a step back. Heart racing, I reach behind me and slowly pull down the zipper of my dress. The sound cuts through the night, drowned out only by my pounding heart.

With anyone I’d be shy. Embarrassed. I’d regret my late nights of eating too much pasta and sleeping in instead of going to the gym. But Dean is looking at me like I’m the only thing he wants.

The only thing he’ll ever need.

And suddenly I realize the power is in my hands. I flick my eyes to his massive cock. I’m the one turning him on like this.

Me.

I sweep my hand up my chest, slowly moving it to my shoulder and push one of the straps down. Dean leans forward, eyes widening of their own accord. I do the same to the other side, and let the dress slip off my arms, falling in a whoosh to the floor, leaving me standing before him in only red high heels and a black pushup bra.

“You are so fucking hot,” he groans, looking me up and down before reaching out and taking my hands. He tugs me forward, and I sink back down onto his lap, rocking my hips so my clit rubs against his cock.

Holy shit, I could come again right now. But then Dean picks me up again, and in a swift movement, has me pinned down between his muscular body and the couch. His lips go to mine and his tongue slips into my mouth. He kisses me hard and desperate, and I rake my fingers down his back, stopping at the elastic on his boxers.