Chapter 28 #2
My arousal trickles down the inside of my thighs, and when his finger brushes my center, a wicked smile paints his face. “Is this for me, Florence? Your pussy is dripping. Did you miss me that much?”
I gasp when a thick finger slides into me. “My toy. I’m remembering how my toy felt.”
He sucks his teeth. “Your toy, huh? I bet it didn’t fill you as well as I do.” He stresses his words with a harsh thrust of his hand. “We both know you can take a lot bigger. But can you take both?”
My wide eyes meet his in the mirror. With the way I’m bent over, my panting breaths fog the glass. I swipe a hand over the condensation so he can see me clearly. “Are you afraid of the competition?”
Something between a scoff and a chuckle leaves him. “Toys aren’t my rivals, baby.” A second finger joins the first, stretching me. “They’re my allies.”
Then, he’s gone, and the sound of his zipper buzzes in my ears. “Dex, my family,” I whisper.
“You want to stop?” he asks carefully.
Energy bounces around me, from his sudden appearance to shouting at my brothers. I know the answer before it leaves my mouth. “No.”
His eyes glow and his thick, hot length slaps against my lower back. “Then you better keep that bratty little mouth shut.” He pushes me between the shoulder blades. “Bend forward for me. That’s it. Fuck, you’re a sight.”
I’m a goner.
Pain blooms on my lip as I stifle my cry when he fills me in one hard thrust.
“Oh, fuck,” I mumble, hands scrambling over the granite vanity.
His hot breath tickles my ear. “Shh, Trouble. We don’t want anyone to hear.”
My response is an incoherent string of random words.
One hand wrapped around my waist, the other curls around my nape. He angles my body exactly to his liking, and then, he fucks me, powerful thrust after powerful thrust. I’m completely at his mercy.
Somehow, I stay quiet, and all the while, our eyes remain locked in the mirror, not breaking the connection once.
The hand on my waist moves to my lower back. I jerk forward when his thumb brushes my asshole, sending the plastic soap dispenser clattering to the tiled floor.
“Has anyone ever been here, Florence?”
“No.” My pussy flutters.
His smile is downright filthy. “Good. You’ll let me in, though, won’t you? Let me fill all your greedy holes. You can decide where the toy and my cock go.”
“Jesus, Dex.” A forest fire consumes me, incinerating my body from the inside out. Every lick of the flames is intoxicatingly delirious.
“Not tonight.” He pumps his hips once, twice, thumb teasing my puckered entrance. “I’m going to make you wait for it.”
The force of his next thrust sends my hips into the edge of the sink, the bite of pain adding to the pleasure he drags from my body.
His tattoos come to life as his muscles flex, a dominant canvas. He’s not gentle—I don’t want that—but it becomes impossible to contain my whimpered pleas when he brushes my g-spot. “Oh god, Dex. Keep doing that. Please, I’m so close.”
His eyes flare—not in disappointment at my rule breaking, but almost like he wanted me to do it. Bending, he picks up my panties from the floor and holds the balled up cotton to my face.
His features soften slightly. “Trust me?”
This. This is why it’s going to be impossible to pretend we never happened if things don’t go as planned. His ability to assert himself yet treat me with such tenderness is overwhelming.
“I’ve never not trusted you.”
He swallows and kisses the side of my neck. “Tap my thigh if it’s too much.”
Fierceness devours his soft edges. My mouth opens automatically, and he shoves my panties inside, gagging me.
That triggers something. His inner animal breaks loose.
With every slap of thighs against my ass, he grunts. He’s vocal in the bedroom, but it’s the uncontrolled reactions as he watches himself disappear inside me that drive me wild.
Up, up, up he builds me.
I’m on the tips of my toes, not daring to look away from the imposing man behind me.
“You want this cum, Florence?” He sucks at the skin below my ear, murmuring filthy things. “Such a good fucking girl for me. You might play the brat, but you love giving yourself over.”
“Mm-hmm.” My head jerks up and down.
Close. So close. I can taste it.
The tip of his thumb breaches the tight ring of muscle.
His hand clamps over my mouth just in time to smother my scream.
I erupt.
“Fuck, there you go. So beautiful, Florence. You feel so good.”
Spots dance in my vision. Dex pistons into me, driving his cock impossibly deeper with every quiver of my orgasm. There’s no need for the gag. He’s fucked the voice out of me.
“Shit. Shit. You’re fucking mine. Gonna mark you as mine,” he rasps. Dex ruts into me four more times before stilling, neck straining, biting back a moan.
Hot ropes of cum paint my insides.
Watching him come undone is spectacular, and it’s all for me.
I’m a shaking, jellied mess. Baby giraffe legs. Body sore. Chest heaving.
Then, my brain liquifies at his next move. He slips out of me, his fingers replacing his cock, and he fucks his release back into me, just like he did at the campsite.
Eyes pinning me in place, jaw slack, he speaks into my flushed skin. “We can’t waste a drop.”
He’s addictive, and after two days apart, it’s clear withdrawal was setting in. Dex withdraws his hand, and with his other, he carefully removes my panties from my mouth.
“You okay?” he whispers, watching me in the mirror.
I smile at him, wrapping my fingers around his wrist as he caresses my jaw. “I’m perfect. Thank you.”
He chokes on a laugh. “Thank you?”
“I said what I said.” A tired sigh leaves me. “Dinner is over, and I’m pretty sure you’ve fucked me into a solid eight hours. Can you take me home?”
His seriousness melts into something new, something I can’t pinpoint. It looks good on him, whatever it is. “Go make your excuses. I’ll be in the truck.”