Page 37 of Dirty Dix

Looking down into her confused blue eyes, I feel like a total asshole for being so unresponsive because she’s trying.

Maybe I just want to fuck.

“Take your clothes off,” I demand, sitting up and reaching into my bedside dresser for a condom.

She looks confused as I usually go bareback, but that’s only because I’m usually lost in a fuck bubble, and all sense of reason gets lost in my raging hard-on. Nevertheless, she quickly rises and disrobes, yanking off her cashmere sweater and short black skirt. She’s boldly standing in a skimpy black strapless bra, matching thong, and red skyscraper heels. I can’t deny, she really is beautiful.

“Strip,” I command, resting against the headboard, watching her.

She grins, no doubt turned on by the direct order, and reaches around her body, unclasping her bra. It falls to the floor, and my eyes zero in on her heavy, full breasts. Her nipples are pink and incredibly erect, and my mouth waters, begging to suck on both immediately.

“Those too.” I point at her underwear.

She licks her glossy lips before turning her back to me and bends at the waist, giving me a full view of her toned ass. She hooks her fingers into the ribboned waistband of her thong and shimmies them down her legs until they too gather at her feet. Slowly rising, she looks at me over her shoulder, her long blond hair veiling her dangerous face.

“Now what, Dr. Mathews?” she asks, tonguing her lower lip.

“Now I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to make you come,” I reply, tearing the condom wrapper and getting down to business.

Juliet attempts to turn around, but I stop her.

“Don’t move,” I scold, and she complies, a shiver passing through her awakened body.

Rising off the bed, I wrap one steady hand around her waist while the other snakes around her front, my fingers brushing over her wet pussy. She moans deep in her throat, and the sound I usually adore strangely does nothing for me. But I continue, dipping a finger into her ravenous cunt and quickly adding another, as one is never enough for the insatiable Juliet.

She rides my hand, her body thrashing wildly when I stroke over her clit with my thumb.

“Fuck me, Dixon,” she cries, rubbing her plump ass against my crotch.

“You’re a greedy, greedy girl.”

I hurriedly remove my fingers while she braces her hands on top of the dresser in front of her and bends at the waist, spreading her legs out wide. Arching her back, she pushes her hips out so her ass is on full display for my perverse pleasure. Bending my knees, I steady her waist with both hands and push into her from behind.

The moment I’m sheathed inside her warmth, my body has a mind of its own, and my hips begin pumping into her with exact precision. I know this won’t take long because the harder I push,the louder she moans, which suits me just fine, as we’re both here for the same thing. The way she wiggles her ass, I know what she wants, but I’m in no mood for that type of play today.

Placing one hand low on her hip while the other cups her neck, I push down on her nape so her hips rise and I’m able to drive into her at a deeper angle because I can’t find my rhythm. I know she’s close, but I’m not, and I don’t know why. This is one of my favorite positions, but I’m just not with her. I piston my hips and reach up, rubbing over her nipple, which usually gets me going. But today—nothing.

“I’m close,” she whimpers, her cheek pressed into the hardwood of my dresser, the contents rattling with each powerful strike I inflict on her softening body.

The moment her inner muscles squeeze my cock, I know she’s there, and she comes with a loud scream, her body shuddering around me. Yet I fruitlessly pump and grind into her, my release nowhere in sight.

Juliet is ready for round two, but my home run is nowhere to be found.

“Babe,” she moans, her body slumping forward, my forceful movements almost making her one with the dresser.

Why can’t I come? My orgasm is tethering so close to the edge, but I just can’t get there.

Suddenly, Juliet’s locks are replaced with a head of lush, brunette hair, and her small ass is curvier and shapelier. I begin to envision my dick driving into a nameless brunette with large green eyes and plump rosy lips, her cheeks tinted a flushed pink. Her glorious tits bounce uncontrollably as I swathe myself in her warm, innocent body. Nowthisimage is one that awakens my body, and I pull out before pushing back in, the sensual feel sending a jolt of pure ecstasy to my toes.

However, unexpectedly, the face is no longer faceless, and as she turns over her shoulder to look at me, I meet the sparkling green eyes of Madison.

Memories of her dancing, and the way her body moved to the music plummet into me, and as I imagine her soft, seductive voice echoing in my ear, I explode with a force so great, I almost collapse with the power of it. My body milks my orgasm, drawing it out until I am panting, gasping, Jesus, about to have a damn heart attack, as I’ve never come this hard before.

It takes me a full minute to come down and when I do, I meet satisfied blue eyes, instead of the sparking green ones I was envisioning.

“That was…wow,” Juliet gasps, her cheek marred with a pattern from the wood grain.

I smile half-heartedly and pull out, as her body suddenly feels cold and amiss. Disposing of my condom, I fall face-first onto my bed and pray sleep overtakes me, burying my shame.

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