ON VIXEN
LACY
Dalton presses a chaste kiss to my lips after I respond, his fingertips trailing up and down my spine. God, this man. He’s going to ruin me for all others. If I’m being totally honest, he already has. I’m officially a ruined woman. I’ll send away for my membership card next week.
Before he can pull completely away, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him back in, sliding my tongue over his. His grip on me turns needful, not like the delicate touches a moment ago.
I feel him growing against me, his dick grazing my body as it hardens. Without warning, I take his length into my hand, gripping the base. He sucks in a sharp breath, hissing against my mouth.
Emboldened by how he reacts to me, I turn him to the bench behind us, pushing him down to a seated position. He slides back into place as I straddle him, one leg perched on either side of his lap. His cock bobs against my pussy as I begin to move my body up and down, causing a sweet friction between us.
Dalton’s hands glide down my back and over my ass before taking up residence at the crook of my hips. I explore his mouth, taking my time to lick and suck and bite, actions in which he returns in kind.
One of his hands slides up, cupping my tit as he breaks our kiss to drop his head down and take my other nipple between his teeth. My head rolls back, body reflexively arching toward him as I moan at the prickly sensation.
He flicks his tongue against the pebbled nub again and again, shooting waves of delicious pleasure down into the pit of my belly.
“Do you like that?” he asks between flicks.
“Yes.”
“Does it make you wet?”
I nod, unable to speak.
“Show me,” he whispers.
I grind my hips down, pressing my wetness against his shaft as I slide back and forth. He groans as his eyes flutter, tit still in his mouth. I thrust myself downward again and again, each time teasing him.
He pulls back, hissing. “Put your arms behind your back,” he says. His hand snakes up to the back of my neck, securing his grip on my nape, and I do as instructed, cupping my hands together behind me.
Dalton reaches down between us and grips his shaft. “I bet you liked teasing me like that, didn’t you? Rubbing your pussy all over my cock.”
He swipes the head of his dick against my clit, the tip disappearing between my folds in a very measured move. He slides himself back and forth against me as I try to force my legs closed. But it’s no use. His legs are braced against my inner thighs, and there’s nothing I can do.
“Do you like this?” he asks.
I nod, moaning like a hussy on his lap.
“Tell me, Lacy.”
“I like it.” The words are forced out as I exhale.
I can feel him stroking himself against me, but each time my body involuntarily chases the head of his cock, he moves away.
“I need it,” I beg. “Please, Dalton,” I plead. I have no shame left.
“You want me to fuck you like this?” he growls, bucking his hips against mine.
“Yes,” I say. “Please fuck me.”
Dalton presses his shoulders back against the shower wall, bracing himself. With one hand still on my nape, the other grips my ass cheek tightly.
Without warning or ease, he thrusts inside me, finally giving me that sweet relief I desperately wanted. His cocks fills me, my insides like liquid lava as he pumps in and out over and over. He tugs at my hair, my gaze upward as he bucks against me. The slapping together of our wet skin stings, but I don’t care.
I’ve never been fucked like this before. I can already feel my orgasm building, an intensity spreading outward from my aching sex. There is no time before now, no man before Dalton who has made me feel like this.
I’m so full, I feel as though I might rupture. A strange new sensation erupts as warm liquid floods from me, covering his dick.
“Oh my god!” I scream out.
“Did you just squirt for me, Lacy?” he asks, eyes wide. “Jesus, that’s so fucking sexy.”
I can barely catch my breath as he continues to pump into me, thrusting hard all the way to the hilt. With my arms still poised behind me, he’s in complete control. I bounce up and down on his lap again and again, both of us slick with my arousal.
“Dalton, I… I’m going to come,” I squeak out.
“Yes, baby,” he says. “Come for me.”
There is a tidal wave growing inside me, as Dalton is unrelenting in his movements.
“Come all over my dick,” he says, his voice demanding.
With his prompt, I do just that. My body arches as my legs quiver, that wave inside me now a tsunami crashing down, flooding my body with pleasure so intense I can hardly stand it.
“Fuck,” I yell out, voice lost in the water and steam, trapped within the glass walls of the shower.
Dalton doesn’t stop, his movements unyielding. I ride my orgasm through one rough thrust after another, licking my lips and baring my teeth in what probably looks like the smile of a crazed person.
“You feel so fucking good,” he says. “It’s like that tight little pussy was made just for me.”
“It’s your pussy,” I tell him, my voice barely above a whisper. “It’s yours.”
His body seizes, muscles growing rigid as he spills into me. Our pace slows to a stop as I collapse against him.
“Okay, devil girl, let’s go make snow angels,” he whispers, still catching his breath.
I laugh against his ear, pulling up to look him in the eyes. They’re hazy with lust and maybe a touch of something I can’t name.
Dalton gently presses his forehead to mine, inhaling deeply. His lips touch mine so softly—a butterfly of a kiss.
“You make me a weak man.”
And for a split second, his words make me think maybe, just maybe, he could love me like I love him.