Page 36 of Dirty Dix

The attraction is undoubtedly still there, but something has changed in Madison. She seems more…confident, more aware of her beauty but not in a conceited way. And I can’t help but wonder why the change.

The answer, however, slaps me straight in the face when her beau wraps his meaty hands around her waist, clearly staking his claim. This dude is a giant compared to her, and she looks up to meet his narrowed eyes. Appearing as if she had forgotten where she was, she shakes her head and smiles.

“Dixon, this is David.”

David the Giant extends his palm, which I lacklusterly shake.

“Pleasure,” I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

He returns my unenthused gesture, and I pull back my hand, fighting the urge to wipe it on my jeans. David sizes me up, and warning bells obviously go off in his head as he protectively wraps his arm around Madison’s shoulders.

“So how do you know Maddy?” he barks, trying to intimidate me.

Thisboyhas a lot to learn if he thinks his playground antics will get a rise out of me.

“Well, Madison was falling all over herself when I was around. Weren’t you,Maddy?” I sarcastically reply, my eyes never leaving David’s.

As his jaw clenches, I internally high-five my wit.

“How’s your head?” I ask, reaching forward and brushing away the soft hair from her temple, looking for any scarring evidence from her fall.

I’ll be damned; she slowly leans forward into my touch. Her willingness to surrender has the barbarian in me beating my chest in victory. Suck on that, you freakishly ginormous dick.

Thankfully, I’m next to be served, so I end this pleasant encounter immediately. “Well, it was nice meeting you, Damon,” I say, intentionally getting his name wrong.

“It’s David,” he corrects, his fingers clutching Madison’s soft skin.

“Right,” I reply dismissively. “Madison.” I nod, directing my smug gaze her way, but she looks pissed.

I have no idea what would incite this hostility, and it’s too late to find out why as the person in front of me is paying for their drinks.

“It was lovely seeing you again.” I lean forward, placing a chaste kiss on her cheek.

The moment her vanilla scent assaults my nostrils, I barely refrain from burying my nose in the crook of her neck.

I pull away calmly, trying my best to appear impassive, but I’m thrown on my ass when she leans forward and purrs into my ear, “You owe me dinner.”

My calm demeanor is totally destroyed, but Madison smirks and turns on her heel with the baboon chasing after her.

I stand immobile, transfixed on her tight, curvy ass, totally losing my spot in line, but I don’t care, as I just got played at my own game.

Touché, my Cherry Pie, touché.

Iawake from the most vivid dream of Madison sucking my dick. She somehow knew exactly what I liked, and suddenly, I realize what woke me was the fact I amactuallygetting my dick sucked. However, the person on the end of my cock isn’t Madison but, rather, Juliet.

Peering down, I see a head of lush blonde hair bobbing up and down between my thighs, and I ignore the fact I wish it was a brunette instead.

Juliet lets me go and seductively raises her face, her lust-filled eyes focusing on mine. “Good morning, babe,” she purrs. I cringe, as Ihatethat pet name, but she doesn’t seem to care.

“Hi,” I reply, my raspy voice raw from too many scotches. “How’d you get in?” She doesn’t have a key.

“I have my ways,” she huskily replies. I don’t even bother questioning how because she lowers her head and picks up where she left off.

Getting blown by Juliet is honestly one of my favorite things in the world. Her mouth, tongue, hands, and throat all work in sync with each other perfectly, and I’m usually done in less than two minutes. But today, she’s just not doing it for me. Her mouth is too wet, her tongue is too swirly, her hands are too grabby, and her throat is too deep.

She senses I’m not in the mood and pulls away, her lips wet and plump from sucking like a damn vacuum cleaner.

“What’s the matter?” she breathes, brushing her hair off her face.

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