Page 115 of The Dixon Rule

Platinum hair tousled from being tied and released.

Eager mouth sucking me up.

The little noises she’s making.

Jesus.

My balls are drawn up so tight, it’s like they’ve disappeared into my body. Every muscle is clenched right along with them. I finish faster than I ever have before. There’s no controlling myself. She makes me hotter than anyone has in a long time.

“I’m coming,” I warn her. I’ll let her decide how she wants it.

Diana releases my cock and jerks me through the release. I groan and come on her tits. She doesn’t seem to mind. She’s biting her lip. Her other hand is between her legs.

“I didn’t say you could touch yourself,” I growl, even as I’m still releasing the last few drops of the most mind-blowing climax. It was fast and forceful, like a sudden downpour, and I’m nowhere near sated. I’m still so hard and so ready for another round.

But I made her a promise.

Diana rises to her feet, her dress around her waist. I pull the fabric down her legs and then throw it away.

“On the bed,” I tell her.

She scrambles for the mattress. I have a feeling this is the only time I’ll ever see Diana Dixon submissive, and I’m going to enjoy every last second of it.

Still breathing hard, I stroke my dick. There’s still a drop of come on the tip, and I rub my thumb over it as I rake my gaze over Diana’s naked body.

“Tongue or fingers?” My voice is raspy.

“Tongue,” she says.

“Good choice.”

I kneel at the foot of the bed and run both hands over her smooth legs. She shivers when I stroke her calves and shins before gripping her ankles to pull her body forward so her thighs are inches from my face.

“Ask me to lick it.”

Her breath catches. I peer up to find her watching me, pupils dilated, lids heavy.

“Ask me,” I repeat.

Her chest rises on a deep inhalation.

“Lick it,” she whispers.

Smiling, I spread her thighs and bring my mouth between her legs. When my tongue comes out for a taste, it short circuits my brain. She’s goddamn delicious. I just want to lap her up, but I can’t. I need to tease her a little. I’ve been with enough women to know that foreplay is necessary, not optional. They need to be ready for me.

I lick her pussy while she rocks against me. We don’t speak. The only sounds in the bedroom are her needy moans and my greedy ones, because her pussy is like a drug, and I need more. I slip one finger inside her, and when she clamps around me, I realize this is going to take a while. I add a second finger, and she moans so loudly, I can’t stop a chuckle.

“Damn, Dixon. You want it bad.”

“I know. What’s wrong with me?” She sounds agonized.

I lift my head. My lips are covered with her arousal. “Nothing’s wrong with you. This pussy is the rightest thing I’ve ever felt.”

It’s not difficult to guess what Diana likes. And if she’s faking it, she’s doing a damn good job. Breathless noises. Soft gasps. The whispered “fuck”s she chokes out when I push my fingers in and out.

I add another finger. “Tell me if it’s too much.” We’re at three now.

She rises on her elbows and peers down at me. Her eyes are completely hazy. She bites her lip as she watches what I’m doing to her. As I slide that third finger in and push it into an impossibly tight space.

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