Page 89 of Wildest Dreams

“Yes,” I whisper as he groans. “Are you?” I turn the question on him, and his mouth hangs open a little, eyes all hazy, my hips rocking up and down his cock.

“It seems I don't have a choice, you're just too good,” he smirks but his breaths are laboured, harsh, intoxicating. I let my head roll forward, looking down between us and continue to rub myself off on him, but I manage to catch just as his eyes roll into the back of his head. His grip on my hips tightens, pushing his hips up and against me again causing his cock to press just where I need it to. Rocking my hips back and forth, I ride him. Head falling forward, my breaths become laboured and my movements lazy, but I don't stop. Rocking myself slowly against him, my clit rubbing over the tip of his cock and I feel him stiffen beneath me, head tipping back as he comes and he sends me spiralling. My back arches, head back and just as my orgasm rips through me, two fingers are fucking me as his thumb presses against my clit and the rough waves that crashed over me moments before calm down to soft laps against the shore.

Our eyes are hazy, lips parted as we both pant, lips pressing into wide smiles.

“Fuck,” he laughs, cupping my cheek and I lean into his hand. “I'm going to need some...” he pauses as I wiggle myself over him, “help cleaning up.”

“I've got you big boy, come,” I say softly climbing off of him, my dress falling down back to my thighs as I smirk at him.Lifting his casted leg off the footstool, he hisses as I place it on the floor gently. “You okay?” I ask, panic lacing my voice and he nods.

I loop my hand under his arm and on the count of three, I pull him up. I help him hobble over to his wheelchair and sit him back down.

“I cannot wait to be out of this cast,” he groans, as I begin pushing him towards the back of the house where his temporary bedroom is.

“I bet,” I say quietly.

“You not going to ask me why?” I can hear the playfulness in his tone.

“I think it's pretty obvious; so you can walk.”

And he laughs a boyish laugh.

“Not even close,” he says as I push him into the bedroom and walk around to face him.

“No?” I tilt my head to the side.

“No,” his eyes are burning with desire.

“Why is it then?”

“I cannot wait to be out of this cast so I can fuck you. Hard. Dixie. To pin you against a wall and fuck you until you come undone, coming all over my cock, my tongue, my fingers. God,” he sucks in a breath, “I am desperate to fuck you Dixie, desperate to taste you.”

My skin burns, cheeks flaming, and my stomach tightens as I fidget on the spot, clenching my thighs together to try and ease the building pressure that grows between my legs, my clit pulsing with need.

“Would me fucking you be enough?” I ask, letting my fingers brush the strap from my night dress off my shoulder and letting it fall down my arm.

His eyes burn, throat bobbing.

“It'll never be enough when it comes to anything to do with you Dixie... nothing will ever be enough.”

TRIPP

I sit and watch her undress.

“Would me fucking you be enough?” she asks me and fuck if it's not the hottest thing I have heard. Hungrily watching the straps of her pretty nightie slip down her arms and my cock is already hard.

I came like a schoolboy in my pants as she dry humped the fuck out of me, getting herself off too.

“It'll never be enough when it comes to anything to do with you Dixie... nothing will ever be enough,” I rasp, my voice low and husky. Desperate to stand, desperate to walk over to her and run my fingertips across her skin. My eyes trail down her body as she lets her dress fall from her curvy frame and it pools at her feet. Standing in nothing but her cotton panties that are tarnished with her arousal from just moments ago and she looks every bit stunning. Her confidence vanishes as quickly as it came on as she tries to cover her stomach in front of me, her head dropping as she hides.

My heart aches, chest tight and my throat burns.

Pushing from my chair, I balance myself then hobble slowly to where she is standing, shielding herself from me.

“Hey,” I say softly, fingers gripping her chin and tilting her face up so she has to look at me. My eyes volley back and forth between hers and my heart gallops in my chest.

“Don't ever hide yourself from me, you are the most beautiful woman in the world Dixie Walker.”

She shakes her head from side to side.

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