Page 39 of Big Dix

He bends to pick up something, and I am not prepared for what he says next. “Hold your arms out.” He holds the belt in one hand and strokes the length of it with the other.

Wait. What?

“You hear me, sweetheart?” The pet name drips from his lips full of seduction and promises if only I’ll play along.

I pop out my arms in front of me, palms and wrists together like I’ve done this a thousand times. I can’t think about what is right or wrong, only about what he may have planned.

He stalks forward, all swagger and sex, and begins to wrap the leather around my wrists. He tugs gently. “Feel okay?”

“Yes.” My heart pounds in my chest, nerves and lust filling my veins. Who knew this guy would have some kink in him?

“Lie back and put your arms above your head.”

I comply, and moments later, one of his hands pushes between my legs. I spread wider, allowing him room to work and stroke two fingers along my wet seam before one plunges inside.

A gasp tumbles from my mouth at the suddenness of his movements.

“So wet for me.”

Before I can blink, his fingers leave me, and a firm slap resounds around the room.

“Oh shit!” I cry, my back arching from the bed, the position of my arms jutting my breasts up into the air, the unexpected sensation of the slap to my pussy moving me closer to the edge. I have always wondered what that would feel like, but honestly, I’ve never been with anyone who had that in their bag of tricks.

“Wider, sweetheart.” He taps my thigh, and shamelessly, I do as instructed, spreading wider.

He smiles, and I feel like I have won the best trophy in the world as he slips his finger in and out only to push back in with two. Tensing at the fullness, seconds later, I melt into his movements. I bring my hands forward to touch him, but I’m stopped when he reprimands me.

“Uh uh. Hands above your head, sweetheart. This is all about you.”

My labored breathing and the constant stroking inside me has me so close again. “Atticus, shit. Atticus.” I moan out his name like it’s some sort of ancient hymn. I writhe against the sheets, and he crooks his fingers in response to my chant, changing the angle and hitting the perfect spot.

“Oh shit, shit, shit,” I shout, my orgasm hitting me hard.

Atticus’s mouth sits right there at my entrance. “Hang on, sweetheart. You’re about to go for a ride.”

And I do. Atticus’s mouth is warm and his breath blowing across my skin has my eyes rolling back in my head like the devil possesses me.

“Oh, hell. Right there. Just like that.”

He sucks on that sensitive bundle of nerves, and another moan falls from my lips. I move with his motions, and before I know it, I’m tumbling over the edge. But that goes into overdrive the moment his mouth is replaced with another firm slap to my pussy.

“Fuck!” I shriek and have the worst thought at the worst moment. What if my family is on neighborhood watch tonight? I don’t worry about it too long, though.

“Damn, Evelyn. I wanted to drag this out a bit more, but honestly, I can’t wait much longer to get inside that pretty pussy of yours.”

Damn, the dirty talk fucking gets me. While I try to steady my breathing, Atticus reaches for his pants and drags out his wallet. I watch him with a lust-filled gaze. He pulls out a condom and rips it open with his teeth, tossing his pants and wallet back to the floor.

Listen, I’m not one of those girls who shies away from a challenge, but this man’s dick in person, is a little intimidating. I’m not going to lie. Good thing I’m up for a challenge. He sheaves that behemoth with what must be the most giant condom on the market, and like some kind of sexual water divining rod, that thing points right at my cooch as he climbs on the bed toward me. It’s definitely wet down there.

His body covers mine, and he supports his weight on his forearms, hovering just above me.

“You okay?”

“Perfect.” I rise and take his mouth in a kiss while he reaches up and unfastens the belt around my wrists. He rubs at the skin there as our kiss deepens, and I wrap my legs around his hips, trying to get him to the place where I need him most.

He kisses me again, moving himself to my entrance, and pushes in, just slightly, giving me a moment to adjust to him. His kiss moves down toward my neck as he continues his forward momentum, and once he is fully seated inside, his whispered words make my breath catch in my throat and my heartbeat speeds up.

“Perfect for me.”

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