Chapter 32
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
florence
There are two sides to Dexter Moore.
Protective, assured, yet humble. A man whose loyalty runs bone deep. A gentle giant.
Then, there’s this version.
The coin flips, revealing his dominant side, one that unearthed a version of myself I didn’t know existed until that first night together.
It’s not even that the sex is out of this world.
No, it’s that he reads me with ease, knows exactly when to dial it down or push harder.
He doesn’t assert dominance because he can, and I don’t submit because I have no other choice.
It comes naturally to us, as easy as breathing.
Between the electric energy and ardent attraction, unshakeable trust threads us together.
Binding us.
It’s exactly the reason I follow his instructions, moving to my hands and knees. My skin is warm from the shower, but it’s his first touch that ignites me.
Nothing compares to the scratch of those callused palms as they run over my calves or the whisper of facial hair as his lips skim the length of my spine.
As much as I love pushing him and acting out, I’m in no mood to play that game tonight.
I fall to my elbows, exposing myself further. His approval rumbles behind me.
A needy whimper escapes me when two thick fingers plunge into my pussy, already soaked from the knowledge he was watching me in the shower. His thumb swipes through my arousal, coating himself before pressing it to my asshole.
I tense, then relax. He fills me deliciously, coaxing out my pleasure with every stroke and twist. He’s played with my ass plenty, but only ever a finger or two.
The bed dips behind me, creaking with his weight as he lazily pushes in and out of me, easily finding the tender spot that has stars lining my vision. “You’re sure about this?”
“Mm-hmm,” I mumble, teeth clamped around the comforter.
He stops.
“Words. I need your words. Tell me exactly what you want me to do.”
Twisting my head so he can see my lips, I rock into him, fucking myself. “I want you to fuck me. Fill me.”
Midnight consumes his irises. “Where do you want me to fuck you? Your tight cunt that’s always dripping for me or…”
A flush paints my body. God, he’s filthy.
“My ass.” The words rush out of me. “I want your cock in my ass and the toy in my pussy.”
“At any point you want to stop, you say so.” He swallows, vulnerability flickering across his features. “In case I don’t hear, pinch me on my leg or arm if you want me to stop.”
“If I do this”—I reach behind me and brush my fingers over his forearm—“it means I’m good. I know you’ll take care of me.”
I resume my position, head down, back arched.
His fingers continue toying with me, curling and stroking, edging me closer. I’m left empty when he withdraws, but it’s quickly forgotten when he picks up the dildo.
He toys with my pussy before slowly sliding inside, pumping in and out.
I hear the squirt of the lube and peek between my spread legs to watch him roll on the condom, coating his length and fingers in lubricant. He spreads my cheeks, and a finger presses in. Then, a second, stretching me.
“You’re doing so well, letting me get you ready for my cock.”
Rapid breaths. Creaking springs. A gasp. A groan.
Each sensation heightens the last.
I inhale sharply when the blunt head of his cock rests against my forbidden hole.
The need for this—for him—is feral.
He pushes forward, and I tense.
“Relax for me, Florence.” His hand coasts up and down my spine, the touch soothing. I do as he says, and he sinks in an inch. “Fuck. Ah, fuck, you’re so fucking tight. Breathe, Trouble. That’s it. So good. You’re doing so good.”
“Oh god, Dex. Shit, I’m so full already.” I wiggle my hips, easing the pressure.
“You want more?” he asks, voice gravelly. “I know you can take it, my good fucking girl.”
Almost urgently, I stretch my arm under my body and stroke his leg.
Another inch.
Then, another.
He works himself in gently, whispering words of appraisal throughout.
The stretch is like nothing I’ve ever felt. The bite of pain and blinding pleasure are a heady sensation. He feels bigger this way, if that were possible. Once he’s fully seated, we both release a breathy sigh.
“Seeing you like this…it’s doing something to me.” He cups my ass, splaying me open. “Are you ready?”
With my green light, he moves.
My body isn’t mine. He owns it. My pleasure is his. Every atom in me is his.
A tattooed forearm loops around my torso, raising me until I’m kneeling, my back to his front. One hand cradles my jaw, angling my face so our lips lock, while the other grabs hold of the toy.
“Oh. Oh. Dex.” I reach behind me, hooking my arm around his neck. “Don’t stop.”
Mouth fluttering over mine, he nibbles my bottom lip. “I’ll never stop. I’m going to take you over and over. Fill you so good. Every. Day. I want to do it until this pretty belly swells with my kid. That’s what you do to me, Florence.”
My entire body buzzes.
Do I want that? From the way my core clenches and my arousal leaks down my thighs, yes. Yes, I do.
He changes the angles of his thrust, and I cling to him harder as my pleasure peaks.
“Are you ready for my cum, baby?”
“God, yes.” I drive my hips back, skin slapping against his. “Fill me completely. Please.”
He thrusts into me, using the toy to glide along my G-spot as the palm of his hand grinds against my clit. The hand around my jaw drops to my breast, pinching and twisting my nipple.
He’s everywhere at once.
I’m overwhelmed in the best way.
When he sucks on the sensitive skin on my neck, nipping and biting, the sting of pain sends molten pleasure straight to my core.
Fireworks detonate inside me.
I claw at him.
I scream his name.
I fall completely.
Dex doesn’t relent. He takes and takes while seeing me through my orgasm.
His heart hammers against my back as he grunts with each thrust. “My perfect, perfect girl, letting me use you like this.” He drives impossibly deeper as I collapse into his embrace.
Suddenly, the toy is gone, and he withdraws from my body carefully, tearing the condom off before thrusting into my soaked pussy.
“Oh god. Dex.” I fall forward, mauling the comforter and crying out.
“Told you I’d fill you up good with my cum, baby. Now, take it in this tight cunt. It’s all for you.” He shudders behind me, the grip on my hips bruising.
Filthy. Carnal. Depraved.
I’m on the pill, so the chances of getting pregnant are low but not impossible, a fact that shouldn’t excite me.
His hips pump lazily, his hot release leaking down my thighs.
A satisfied sigh whistles past my lips, completely boneless and wearing a hazy grin. Gentle kisses tickle my shoulder, his mustache feathering over my heated skin.
“Are you okay?” he asks. “Did I go too far?”
I snatch his hand up, pressing it over my heart. “It was perfect. You were perfect.” Turning in his hold, I smile. “Now, I need to be fed and watered, because you’ve fucked the life out of me, lumberjack.”
He snorts then slaps my thigh playfully, his softening cock still inside me. “You’re not putting any clothes on.”
And I don’t. Neither does he.
We’re so lost in one another, stealing kisses and exploring the other’s body, that I forget to ask how my brother’s bachelor party went.