Page 114 of The Dixon Rule

“No.” Shane pats my ass. “Get up.”

I slide off his lap. My knees are shaking. Pulse racing. I can feel my heartbeat in my temples. In my throat. Throbbing in my clit.

He smiles knowingly, fully aware of what’s happening to my body.

“Take my pants off.”

My fingers tremble as I reach for his waistband. This is the hottest sexual encounter I’ve ever had, and I’m not even naked. He’s not even naked—yet. He is a second later, when I pull his pants down.

I’m robbed of breath at the sight of his dick. It’s as substantial as I expected it to be. And it elicits a peculiar, agitated sensation that travels through my body and throbs between my legs. I want him in me. I need him in me. Though to be honest, I don’t know if he’s even going to fit.

Shane gives his erection a slow, deliberate stroke. Then he locks our gazes and says, “Get on your knees, Diana.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

SHANE

Ask me nicely

DIANA IS THE STUFF OF FANTASIES. MY LITERAL FANTASIES. SHE’S LETTING me order her around without a single complaint, and we both know she loves it. A flush of desire reddens her cheeks. She’s still in that sexy red dress, but it’s pulled down to reveal her delectable tits. I don’t order her to take the dress off, though. I like that she’s still half-covered. That I still haven’t seen her pussy. For some reason that makes this even hotter.

She sinks to her knees. I’m so turned on, I know there’s no way I’ll be able to fuck her for more than three seconds if I don’t take the edge off first.

“Wrap your hand around me.”

She moans and does what I say. The feel of her warm fist closed around my cock is next level.

“Put your tongue on it,” I mutter. “Get it nice and wet and ready for your mouth.”

Another moan.

My pulse races as she begins licking the head of my cock, circling it with her tongue. Her hand moves tentatively along my shaft.

“Tighter.”

She squeezes me, and I groan. Meanwhile, that obedient tongue continues to lick, making my shaft glisten.

“Your mouth, Dixon. I need it now.”

I know I’m big, but fuck, the sight of her lips stretched around my dick is hot enough to make my head spin.

“Make me come.” My voice is low. Hoarse from lust and thick with promise. “If you do a good job, you’ll get a reward.”

She releases me with a soft pop. Interest flickers in her eyes, mingling with the heat of desire there. “What’s the reward?”

“I’ll let you decide.” I smile at her. “My tongue or my fingers.”

Her breath hitches. She strokes her hand over me again. “Not this?”

“No. You’re not ready for it. We’re going to have to work our way up to it.”

“I don’t know, I’m pretty wet already.”

I groan again. “Stop distracting me. Give me what I want.”

She grips my dick and goes back to sucking it. Christ, she can barely get me in her mouth. Maybe halfway. So she has to use her hand too.

It takes effort not to thrust full force into her mouth. I let her take the lead, trust her to get me where I need to go. Truth is, it’s not going to take much for me to blow this load. She looks so fucking incredible on her knees in front of me.

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