Page 94 of Stables

He’s fucking sexy as hell.

And he’s mine.

His long strokes get faster, building the pressure in my limbs.

Cupping my palm over his slick length, I just want him to feel as amazing as I do. It’s so hard to focus though as each drive of his hips sends me reeling further into a frenzy of heat blazing through me.

He presses himself harder against me, increasing the friction until I feel like I’m ready to explode.

I think he can read my mind. Shifting onto his heels, his hand replaces his erection and he shoves two fingers deep inside as his mouth dips to close over my begging clit.

Fire courses through me in a cascading wave as he rips a climax from me.

Moaning and clenching the sheets, my back arches with each relentless slide of his hand. His torturous mouth sucks every ounce of release until I’m left spent and weak on the damp bed.

His glistening mustache twitches in a slow smile, then he flips my knee over and lightly spanks my ass. “I’ll make breakfast.”

When he rises, his mammoth hard on stands like a flagpole in front of his flat belly.

Wait.

“Don’t you want to, um…?” I let the question hang as I pant breathlessly on the bed.

“I’ll have you begging by the end of the day, as it should be.” He winks, sliding on his underwear, he tucks the head of his cock in his waistband and heads out into the hall.

Only a few moments later, he returns carrying his duffel, then disappears into the bathroom.

I haven’t moved.

In fact, I’m debating pulling the blanket back over me and going to sleep.

I’m lightheaded and my skin is buzzing.

God damn that man and what he does to me.

I jerk awake when I feel the brush of fabric over my body.

I must have dozed off, but Dixon is standing over me tucking the thick fleece around me.

“Mommy go night night?” Paisley wobbles in through the door rubbing her eyes. Her dark hair is in a haphazard poof on the side of her head.

Oh gosh. I’m glad he had a chance to get dressed, but I’m still buck naked.

“Hi, baby girl. I’m just being lazy.” I reach over the edge of the mattress and smooth out some of her messy frizz.

She blinks twice, then turns to Dixon. “Uppie?” Holding her hands out, he lifts her easily to his side.

“Daddy Dixon, more shrimp please?” Her fist twists over her cheeks before she circles his neck and rests her forehead on his shoulder.

“Yes, ma’am.” He grins and turns towards the hall. “Tell me Paisley, how would you feel about being a big sister?”

He’s gone before I hear the answer.

This is all too good to be true.

With a long stretch, I slide out of the covers and almost trip over his duffel bag just outside the door to the bathroom.

I guess I need to decide if this whole thing is permanent or not. He probably doesn’t want to live out of a suitcase forever.

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