Winning Dawn by Thayer King Page A

were on her lips. When he leaned in to kiss her, she turned her head. “No.”
    He buried his face in her neck and groaned. “Dawn, please,” he said, his voice husky and gravelly with need.
    “I like the sound of you begging me,” she whispered. His guffaw was muffled. Then his mouth opened over her throat, hot and wet and so tantalizing. Her nipples tightened into taut buds, eager for his touch. She gripped his elbows. “Shouldn’t you be getting back to your date?” He lowered himself and insinuated himself between her thighs on the way back up. The heat of his erection burned her through his clothes and hers. “Y-you’re just horny.”
    “Horny for you. I can’t stop wanting you.”
    “Well, that’s too damn bad. You stood me up. You ended it.” Reminded of that past hurt, she shoved at his shoulders. “Let me go.”
    He ran his hands up her hips and over her rib cage before cupping her breasts. Taking her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, he tugged. She nearly collapsed as the pleasure zinged from her breasts to her clit. She bit her lip, but not in time to stifle her moan. “I’m not the only one who’s horny.” He suckled the skin on her neck. The suction wasn’t hard enough to bruise but enough to keep her on the verge of panting.
    Her thoughts were scattering. With each flex of his hips against hers, she found it more and more difficult to concentrate on why this was wrong. She avoided his lips when he tried to kiss her again. If he kissed her, she would be his. His lips trailed over her cheek and down her jawline to her ear. He licked the lobe before delicately swirling his tongue in the canal. “I keep trying to fight it. This hunger I have for you,” he whispered. His breath on her cooling skin made her shiver. “My head keeps telling me to back off, but I can’t. I’ve never wanted a woman like I want you.”
    “Oh, God.” His mouth covered hers, his tongue plunging deep. Her pussy convulsed. She sucked his tongue mindlessly. He unfastened her jeans and slid his hand into her panties. She moaned as his finger circled her clit. He groaned into her mouth.
    “So wet,” he muttered before thrusting his finger inside her pussy. Her muscles contracted around his digit in moist welcome. “Shit.” He removed his hand and pushed her denims and undies down to her knees. He whirled her around.
    She was breathless and panting at her own image in the mirror when she heard the sound of his zipper. “Evan, what—” He gripped her hips, positioned himself at her entrance, and thrust his thick cock home. She cried out in shock. 
    He stilled. “Shhh….” He caressed her belly before once again fingering her slick opening. “You feel so damn good.”
    Her eyes met his in the mirror. His were black with passion. Long, lush lashes made his expression appear almost slumberous. He withdrew an inch before filling her with a quick, hard swivel of his hips. She bit her lip to keep from crying out. He pressed her farther forward so that he could penetrate her deeper. “Oh, God, Evan.” She widened her stance as much as she could while still bound by her clothing. She met him thrust for thrust, canting her hips back for his lusty possession. He opened her deliciously.
    Their reflection was an unexpected turn on. She watched as his thick member buried itself into her drenched cunt over and over. Evan encouraged her, using his fingers to separate her pussy lips. “Look at that,” he rasped. “So beautiful.” She watched their reflections as he fucked her faster and harder. The bathroom was filled with the sounds of their rough breathing and the moist noise of her channel being repeatedly entered by his hard shaft. When he circled her clit with his middle finger, she knew she couldn’t take much more. She pressed her face into her shoulder and cried out. Her pussy clamped around his stiff flesh as he continued to slam into her convulsing cunt. 
    “Oh, fuck,” he groaned before going