Page 78 of Our Long Days
The hand on my waist moves to my lower back. I jerk forward when his thumb brushes my asshole, sending the plastic soap dispenser clattering to the tiled floor.
“Has anyone ever been here, Florence?”
“No.” My pussy flutters.
His smile is downright filthy. “Good. You’ll let me in, though, won’t you? Let me fill all your greedy holes. You can decide where the toy and my cock go.”
“Jesus, Dex.” A forest fire consumes me, incinerating my body from the inside out. Every lick of the flames is intoxicatingly delirious.
“Not tonight.” He pumps his hips once, twice, thumb teasing my puckered entrance. “I’m going to make you wait for it.”
The force of his next thrust sends my hips into the edge of the sink, the bite of pain adding to the pleasure he drags from my body.
His tattoos come to life as his muscles flex, a dominant canvas. He’s not gentle—I don’t want that—but it becomes impossible to contain my whimpered pleas when he brushesmy g-spot. “Oh god, Dex. Keep doing that. Please, I’m so close.”
His eyes flare—not in disappointment at my rule breaking, but almost like he wanted me to do it. Bending, he picks up my panties from the floor and holds the balled up cotton to my face.
His features soften slightly. “Trust me?”
This.This is why it’s going to be impossible to pretend we never happened if things don’t go as planned. His ability to assert himself yet treat me with such tenderness is overwhelming.
“I’ve never not trusted you.”
He swallows and kisses the side of my neck. “Tap my thigh if it’s too much.”
Fierceness devours his soft edges. My mouth opens automatically, and he shoves my panties inside, gagging me.
That triggers something. His inner animal breaks loose.
With every slap of thighs against my ass, he grunts. He’s vocal in the bedroom, but it’s the uncontrolled reactions as he watches himself disappear inside me that drive me wild.
Up, up, up he builds me.
I’m on the tips of my toes, not daring to look away from the imposing man behind me.
“You want this cum, Florence?” He sucks at the skin below my ear, murmuring filthy things. “Such a good fucking girl for me. You might play the brat, but you love giving yourself over.”
“Mm-hmm.” My head jerks up and down.
Close. So close. I can taste it.
The tip of his thumb breaches the tight ring of muscle.
His hand clamps over my mouth just in time to smother my scream.
I erupt.
“Fuck, there you go. So beautiful, Florence. You feel so good.”
Spots dance in my vision. Dex pistons into me, driving his cock impossibly deeper with every quiver of my orgasm. There’s no need for the gag. He’s fucked the voice out of me.
“Shit.Shit. You’re fucking mine. Gonna mark you as mine,” he rasps. Dex ruts into me four more times before stilling, neck straining, biting back a moan.
Hot ropes of cum paint my insides.
Watching him come undone is spectacular, and it’s all for me.
I’m a shaking, jellied mess. Baby giraffe legs. Body sore. Chest heaving.
