Dream Spinner (Dream Team Book 3) by Kristen Ashley (top 10 novels txt) 📕

kissed him while shoving him to his back.

He rolled me, and I was pretty sure jam and butter got on his sheets, and even if his hands had a firm clasp on my ass, he lifted his head and said, “Hattie, not sure we’re done talkin’ about this.”

I had a firm hold on his head and was trying to pull it down to me. “We’re done.”

He pushed back on my pull. “I need to know you heard me.”

“I’ll assure you of that after I suck you off.”

There we go.

A steely flash of blue in his eyes and then he quit talking and let me pull him down so I could kiss him.

This I did.

Hard.

And so, he could do no preamble before giving head?

I could too.

I planted a foot in bed and rolled him.

I slid down his body.

No, wait.

Maybe I couldn’t dispense with any preliminaries.

Because there was his chest.

I sucked in a nipple.

And shift …

I raked my teeth over the other one.

The noises he was making?

The way his long, strong body was shifting under mine?

I sucked that nipple too.

He wasn’t playing fair, and I knew this when he cocked a knee, separating my legs, which meant his thigh was pressed to the heart of me.

Well, since it was there …

I rubbed against it.

“Jesus, Hattie,” he growled.

As I started to head to that line of hair that pointed to buried treasure, I lifted my eyes to his.

Man.

Those eyes all turned on …

I shivered.

He helpfully straightened his leg that I was straddling so I could reach my goal.

“Shift, beautiful, wanna play with your pussy while you go down on me,” he invited.

“No, just you.”

“Baby, get your cunt up here beside me,” he ordered roughly.

Okeydoke.

Shivering again, I modified positions as he wanted.

He yanked my panties down to the bend in my knees.

That caused a quake.

I yanked his waistband down his hips.

His pretty, heavy, rock-hard cock jumped free.

My mouth watered.

And now was no time for preamble.

I swallowed it whole.

“Christ,” Axl groaned, driving his hips up and sliding two fingers inside me.

Yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah.

I got in position to bob, to suck, to use my hand when needed.

Then I did all that.

And yup.

His cock was hefty.

Way more than a mouthful.

Delicious.

Eventually, after I spent some time licking, sucking and pumping, while Axl stroked and rubbed, Axl tore my panties over my calves, off my feet, caught me at my hips, lifted me bodily up, and planted me on his face.

Then he sucked hard on my clit.

My head jerked back, and I rocked against his mouth.

He pulled me down deeper.

“No fair,” I gasped.

He tongue fucked me.

Totally no fair!

But God.

So good.

“God, honey.”

I lost even the visual of Axl’s cock (not that I was in the state to do anything with it anymore) as he slid up between my legs.

“Stay still,” he rumbled.

I stayed as I was on knees and elbows.

I heard the crinkle of plastic.

Seconds later, he was inside me.

Oh yeah.

Yeahyeahyeah.

“Sit up, lose the nightie.” His voice was gruff.

I pushed up on his cock and pulled off my nightie.

One of his hands trailed up my belly, my ribs and cupped my breast.

The other one just moved up, up, and around the back of my neck, into my hair, pressing my head down.

I watched my body bounce as he drove his cock up inside me.

Man, that was hot.

“Axl,” I whispered.

“Fuck,” he ground out, grinding something else too (nice), and twisting his fingers in my hair. “This mane.”

He shoved me down into the bed again, coming with me, covering me, mounting me, and fucking me.

His hand at my breast went to my clit.

I bucked under him when he hit and rolled.

“That’s my girl, Hattie,” he grunted in my ear. “Reach for it.”

“Honey,” I breathed.

He went faster, deeper.

I didn’t have to reach for it, my orgasm was speeding toward the finish line.

“Come, baby,” he whispered in my ear.

I exploded, pounding back into him, whimpering into the sheets.

“Yeah,” he groaned, pushing up to his knees, holding my hips and thrusting into me through my orgasm until he found his.

He barely finished, and I was still shaking through mine, when he pulled out, rolled me to my back, and settled his weight on me and a forearm beside me.

And he was still breathing heavily when he invited, “Feel free to use that as your way out of any and all conversations you’re done having.”

Not having quite caught my breath either, I still burst out laughing.

When I came out of it, he was smiling at me.

I smiled back at first.

Then I stopped and said, “I heard you.”

“All right, Hattie,” he said softly.

All right.

“Is there jam and butter all over the sheets?” I asked.

“I don’t care,” he said as answer.

“Do you have extra sheets so, since a nap is next on our agenda, we can take it, get up, shower off jam and butter and change the sheets so we can fuck again after we eat?”

His body was shaking on mine with his humor when he answered, “Yeah. I have an extra set. Though, maybe we should shower and switch ’em out before we nap.”

I smoothed my fingers along his cheekbone into his silvery hair and suggested, “Works for me. Now, let’s go back to our perfect Sunday.”

He moved in, touched his mouth to mine.

And agreed, “You got it.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Back on Track

AXL

Hattie sat beside him in his Jeep, fiddling with her phone as they drove to her father’s.

“What do you think it means, two days, no stalker?” she asked the side window.

She wasn’t thinking about her stalker.

She was thinking about where they were going and asking about her stalker in order to stop thinking about it.

“Babe, I’m not a stalker,” he said quietly. “Got no clue what it means.”

Though he did.

There were three scenarios.

One: he lost interest.

Two: he finally processed she had a man in her life, and constant protection, and he decided it wasn’t worth the hassle.

Or three: he was gearing up for something big.

Obviously, Axl was pulling for one or two.

And more with the obvious, on her way to see her father with her new