“Spread those beautiful thighs for me, spitfire. I’m going to fuck you so good the entire party will know why we’re late.”
Shit. We were going to be late.
But I couldn’t seem to get myself to care as I followed his instructions, whimpering at the sensation of the head of his cock slipping between my slit, teasing my opening.
“Stop fucking around, Dex. If you don’t fill me with your cock I’m going to use one of the dildos you broug—” He pushed into me, cutting off my bitching.
All I saw were stars, my eyes rolling back as he filled me with every thick inch of his cock, his mouth crushing against mine. Our tongues fought for dominance as they entangled with one another.
“Wrap your legs around me, baby,” he ordered against my lips, and I locked my ankles behind his muscled back, digging my heels into his ass.
Suddenly, his heat was gone, and he stared down at me from above, a sly grin pulled at the corners of his lips. “There you go, so good at following directions,” he praised.
I shuddered as his cock flexed deep inside of me, his hips pulling back before pistoning forward. “Look at you, spitfire. Look at how your greedy fucking pussy is so eager for my cock.”
God damn, his dirty fucking mouth.
My eyes locked on to the spot where his slick cock plunged in and out of me.
He lifted my chin with his thick finger, our gaze locking. The intensity stole my breath—love, desire, and devotion swirled in his hazel eyes. Without a doubt, I knew they mirrored the emotions in mine.
“Forever and fucking always, Dex,” I vowed, loud enough for him to hear over the slapping of our skin.
My words sent him into a frenzy, my eyes rolling back as pleasure snaked over every inch of my skin. “Eyes on me, Nikki. I want to see those beautiful blue eyes as you come.” They fluttered open, taking in his smirk. “Forever and fucking always, spitfire. Not even the devil can pry me from your side.”
Emotions surged through me. I’d never felt so loved—so cared for. And it had nothing to do with how he fucked me. It was how hesawme.
All of me, even when I’d fucking hid from him.
He rolled his hips against me, the pleasure stealing my attention. I was too engrossed with how his thumb worked my clit, like he was a fucking expert on my body. By this point, he was. For weeks after he’d shot me, Dex had shown me how sorry he was with his mouth, even though I was the one who’d ordered him to take the shot to begin with .
But there was no fucking way I’d turn away his offer to get me off.
The next thrust hit so deep I swore I saw god as I came apart beneath him, shouting his name.
Dex’s groans echoed mine, dropping his head to the crook of my neck. “Fuck, you feel so good milking my cock,” he growled in my ear as he fucked me into the mattress, movingfaster. “Just like that, spitfire. Grip me with that greedy fucking pussy.”
His hand clasped my chin, squeezing it slightly so my lips parted before spitting into my mouth.
Why was that hot?
His chuckle made me wonder if I’d asked that aloud, but I was too distracted by his next command to figure it out. “Ask me nicely for my cum, Nikki.”
For the second time in my life, I thought I was going to have a heart attack, this time from being so turned on. My entire body began to clench, my vision going white.
“Please.”
“That’s not what I asked for, Nikki. You want me to fucking come inside you? Beg.” The possessiveness of his voice in my ear had me teetering on the edge.
I gripped Dex’s face, not to be outdone. “I want to feel you fucking drip down my thighs. Please.”
The growl he let out was like dropping a match on a pool of gasoline—I exploded. Pure ecstasy shattering through every nerve in my body. Dex found his release seconds after mine with a final thrust, holding himself inside me and spilling his hot cum.
I was vaguely aware of his whispers of love between the kisses he trailed up my chest and neck.
“That was a religious experience,” I whispered, forcing my eyes to open, only to find Dex looking at me with a self-satisfied grin.
“Next time, yell out Skydaddy instead of Dex?”