Worth It (Damie)

Part 25

A/N: Thank you for your patience. If you follow me on Twitter you'll know I recently finished my manuscript and am one week away from finishing my masters! Sadly this story had to take a backseat in the meantime. Also, I just wanted to make it clear that I write a story I love, want to read myself, and it makes me happy. My hope is that it makes you all happy the same and that you reread it more than once! But I can't make everyone happy, I know this, and I will never strive to, because then I wouldn't be writing an authentic story anymore. Thank you for respecting my craft, for your support, love, and votes! Enjoy this update, xoxo!

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Dakota isn't in bed when I wake. I'm briefly alarmed that she's somewhere worrying about our event tonight or Amelia's surprise visit or having the girls over for a pool party. But then I hear the shower and her voice singing along to some Spice Girls. I smile, sliding out of bed to enjoy the free concert.

I can see her silhouette dancing on the other side of the fogged up glass. I chuckle under my breath—she's completely lost in her own performance. I slip into the shower with her and she gasps at first, but relaxes with a grin.

"Morning, baby," I say before kissing her.

She hums against my lips. "Good morning, handsome."

"How much have I missed?"

"Just finished my hair. My body is up for grabs."

I nod. "Exactly what I wanted to hear."

I waste no time sliding my hand between us since my morning wood is ready to go. I pinch her nipple on my path and she groans at my greedy fingers.

"I would say you're wet, but..."

We share a laugh over my lame attempt at a joke.

I thumb her clit and she grabs my biceps for balance. I smirk, rubbing a smooth pattern around it.

"Mmm, yes." She bites her bottom lip as she savors my intimate touch.

I slip a single finger inside her and her moan is long and low. My dick grows harder at the sound, and as if she's read my thoughts her hand wraps around my length.

"Dakota," I breathe when she begins stroking me.

"Fair is fair," she manages to say as she rolls her hips around my finger.

I press my palm against her clit to help her along. My head drops back as I continue to finger her while she pumps my dick. But it quickly turns into an urge to have her right here right now.

"Turn around," I say.

Her eyes spring open in confusion.

I withdraw my hand and she whines. I make a spinning motion and she finally complies, ceasing her attention of my rock hard member.

I bend her over, her ass brushing the tip, and I groan giving it a slap. I'm on fire for her.

"Hard," she begs.

My dirty girl. "As you wish." I grip her shoulder in one hand and help myself plunge into her with the other.

She braces herself, pressing the heels of her hands against the shower wall. She needs the leverage, because I'm like an animal.

"My favorite breakfast," I say, thrusting into her hard and fast.

"God, yes," she hisses as the sounds of our bodies clapping spurs me on. She rolls her hips back into mine, meeting me every time.