Page 65 of Our Long Days
Then, he’s gone, glowering at me, chin and mustache glistening.
“Why did you stop?”
“Brats don’t get rewards. I’m going to drive you to the edge, over and over, until you can’t see straight.” Licking his lips, he hums, staring at me through thick black lashes. “This greedy cunt tastes delicious whether you come or not.”
This is where the game leaves me torn. Everywhere aches for release. When a long finger enters me, pumping into me twice before withdrawing, the bratty persona falls away.
“Come. Let me come.Please.” My voice pitches, slicing through the night as my nails sink into his shoulder. Desperation bleeds from my pores. “I’ll be good.”
“That’s my girl.” Dex’s sandpaper rough voice drops a decibel as he drags his tongue over my seam in one, long stroke. “I want you dripping down my chin in the next sixty seconds, or you don’t get my cock.”
A meaty hand wraps around my thigh, jerking me back to his waiting mouth.
It takes less than a minute.
My spine snaps straight, eyes skyward, unsure if the stars twinkling above me are real. I chase my orgasm, grinding on his face shamelessly. “Shit, Dex. I can f-feel it. I’m coming. Oh god, I’m coming.”
He stiffens his tongue and flicks it over my clit.
The stars blink out.
The forest disappears.
The world goes silent.
I succumb to it all. To him. To whatever my body is doing. He owns it. All of it.
And yet, I’ve never felt more in control as my orgasm strikes me over and over.
Dex is there through it all; kissing, nibbling, and sucking.
Then, I’m air bound, legs wrapping around his waist, mouths sealed together. It takes me a second to get my bearings. He strides across the camp, one arm banded under my bottom while he pushes his jeans down his hips with the other.
Anyone could stumble across us.
I don’t care.
Not when he lowers onto a wide tree stump, pants around his ankles, cock throbbing against my ass.
My pussy glides across his stomach, and I moan into the kiss while grinding on his lap, seeking friction. “Dex, I need you in me.”
“Fuck, I know.” Fingers curled into my short hair, he draws me away, face sheepish. “I didn’t come here with the intent of this happening, so I’m a little unprepared.”
“I’m on the pill. It’s fine. I don’t want anything between us.” To prove my point, I rise to my knees, positioning him at my entrance. “Fuck me raw.”
The tendons in his neck pull taut as his head falls back on a throaty groan. “I’m going to hell.”
I grasp his face, dragging his gaze to meet mine. “Better make good on your promise and fuck me before you go. You promised me a reward.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
dexter
I’m at home outdoors,always have been.
There’s peace and tranquility to be found everywhere, from the moss-covered boulders to the waves licking the shorelines. It’s where I escape to when I need a timeout from life. Having spent so much time outside, you’d think I’d be bored.
You’d be wrong.
