CHAPTER 26 Dex Bradley
Enough Foreplay
I could do this all night.
Her tits are absolute perfection. I’ve dreamed of what they look like since I first saw her in that black dress at the charity event where I hit Jensen Bybee, when I was waiting for one of them to fall out on the roller coaster and it never did.
And now one is in my mouth as the other is in my hand, and fuck, they’re everything I dreamed they’d be.
I may be an ass man, but I can still appreciate some good tits. And these right here are some good tits. The best that have ever been in my mouth.
Jesus.
I’m further gone than I realized.
It’s probably enough against-the-window foreplay. I think I’m ready to take this somewhere more comfortable.
But I also can’t seem to make myself move from right here. I’ve always kept foreplay brief to get to the main event, but for the first time…I don’t want to rush to the main event.
I want to take my time.
I want to worship her body. I want to watch her fall apart with my fingers and my tongue first, and then I want to fuck her until she falls apart from my cock. First I’ll take her pussy, and another time, I’ll take her ass.
Once we do this, she’s mine.
I’ve never told a woman I’m falling for her, and maybe that’s what makes this so different.
I thought it was because she’s a virgin, but hearing her tell me that she’s falling for me too made me realize it has nothing to do with her virginity and everything to do with the fact that there are actual real, deep feelings here between us.
And that is a new experience for me. I’m no virgin, but she’s still managing to give me something new.
I lift her up so she’s straddling my waist, and her tits are still at the perfect level for me to keep sucking on as I carry her through the penthouse, stopping every so often to kiss her, to hold her against the wall, to take her tits in my mouth.
She holds my head against her tit as I suck hard on her nipple, and she cries out when I let it go with a loud pop.
“God, Dex, that feels so good,” she moans.
“Your tits are pure perfection.” I take her other nipple between my lips, and I move my tongue back and forth over it until it’s a hard, tight bud for me.
I thrust my hips up toward her, and I know I’m going to fuck her like this someday, but not for her first time. She has to get used to me, my size—to all of it—before I get too creative with her.
I let go of her tits and carry her into my bedroom. I was going to detour to the couch, but the condoms and lube are in my nightstand, and this way we can just go to bed afterward.
I set her gently on the ground, and I reach down to flick the button of her jeans. At the same time, she reaches down and rubs my cock over my jeans, and I thrust my hips at her hand, showing her just how fucking hard she makes me.
I dip my fingers into the front of her jeans, bypass her panties, and head right for her cunt. I slide my fingers through her, and she parts her legs for me, closing her eyes as the rubbing of my cock momentarily stops and she loses focus.
“Oh, God,” she moans as I push my finger in. It glides right in because she’s as wet as the fucking ocean floor down there.
I can’t help my hiss as I ease my finger back. “Fuck, that’s a wet cunt,” I murmur.
Her only response is to shove her hips down onto my hand, as if telling me to finger her harder.
I want to, but her jeans are restricting me. I get them out of the way by peeling them down her legs along with her panties, and I back up a second to appreciate the beauty that is a fully naked Ainsley Riggs in my bedroom.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I murmur, and I move to guide her to the bed.
She stops me, and she yanks on my jeans button. She pushes them down my legs, leaving my boxers in place for now, and I let her take the lead. If she’s not quite ready for my cock, I won’t release him yet.
She grabs hold of my cock over my boxers, however, and starts to pump, giving me a hand job.
“Fuck, Ains, that feels so good,” I mutter. I shove my hips toward her hand to encourage her to keep going, but it’s too good. I’m going to lose it before I get the chance to push inside her, and I refuse to let this night end too early.
I pull back out of her reach, and this time I grab her into my arms and set her on the bed. I pull my boxers off so we’re both naked, and her eyes go wide as she takes in my naked body.
“Holy shit, Dex. That’s…uh, you’re…um—wow.”
I chuckle as I move around the side of the bed and grab a condom and the lube just in case she needs it, and then I climb over her. I hover there, and our eyes meet. Her lips are parted, and she looks gorgeous as she looks up at me with nervous, still trusting eyes.
I reach down with one hand to slip my fingers back inside of her, and she leans her neck back as her eyes close.
Her hips sway in time with the way I’m fingering her, and soft moans fall from her mouth, the kind of moans I’ll be thinking about next week when I’m trying to fall asleep at camp and can’t because I can’t stop thinking of her.
Fuck, I want to be inside her. I know I need to take this slow for her sake, but I’m only a man. I’m not sure I have the strength to wait another second.
“I’m ready, Dex,” she moans, and that’s my cue.
I grab the condom, and I kneel on either side of her thighs. I hand the condom over to her because, fuck, if having a woman roll a condom on me isn’t the goddamn hottest thing to watch, and she looks at me with furrowed brows.
“Roll it on me,” I say.
“I don’t know how.”
“Open the pack, pinch the tip, and roll,” I instruct, and she starts by tearing the package open and setting the wrapper beside us. She follows my instructions, and she strokes my cock a few times once she’s done.
“Is it going to hurt?” she asks quietly.
I grab the bottle of lube. “You’re real fucking wet, but if you’re worried about it, I can use some lube.” Since this is her first time, I’ll be extra careful. I want her to enjoy it, not dread it. And first times can be enjoyable. Ask me how I know.
“Is it going to fit?” she asks next.
I nod slowly. “Yeah, baby. It’ll fit.”
I get some lube and squirt it on my hand, and I palm myself with it to get my cock nice and slick for her.
“God, that’s hot,” she murmurs.
I glance down at her and see her watching me stroke myself, and I can’t help but think maybe there will come a day when she can watch me get myself off and then I can watch her get herself off.
But that day isn’t today.
I stop fisting my own cock and move so I’m hovering over her again.
“Are you ready?” I ask quietly even though she already said she is.
She nods, a bit of fear in her eyes. “Go slow,” she begs.
I keep my eyes on her as I nod, and then I reach down between us and swipe my cock through her slit.
“Oh,” she moans, closing her eyes.
I push just the tip in, and her eyes fly open. “Dex!”
“Yeah, baby?” I murmur as the sweet feel of her cunt grips all around me. I push in just a centimeter more.
“Oh God! You’re so big!”
Have sweeter words ever been spoken? I’ll take compliments on my size any day of the week.
“There’s more. You okay?” I ask.
“Yes! Give it to me!” She’s an untamed animal now, wild and needy, and I’m ready to be the one who gives her exactly what she needs.
She said she’s done other stuff aside from sex, and with the amount of lube combined with how fucking wet she is, I know she can take it all.
Still, I keep it slow despite her demands for more, inching in a little at a time.
It takes every single ounce of my self-control since it’s in my nature to take what I need.
It’s in everyone’s nature. We’re selfish beings intent on getting our needs met, and for the first time, I’m putting someone else’s needs first. For the first time, I care about someone else’s needs above my own.
It’s a heady realization to make as I push another inch into this woman who has taken me both by surprise and by storm.
“Fuck, Ains, you’re so fucking tight,” I mutter.
“It’s for you,” she cries, and I feel like it’s true, like she saved this for me.
She didn’t. She couldn’t have. It’s not like she ever knew this moment would exist between us when I picked up and left for Vegas, leaving Chicago behind along with the rest of my siblings and their networks. She couldn’t have had any clue that this would be in our future.
Yet here we are, fate finding us anyway.
I push in a little more, and fuck, I want to jam it home.
I keep it slow and steady, and I feel her pussy contract around me. I’m starting to sweat both from taking it so slow and from the body heat we’re producing together.
“Mm, you like that,” I murmur.
“God, yes! I love it! I need it, Dex. I need more.”
I give her more, pushing in until I’m buried inside of her, and I still—or I try to, anyway. My dick has other plans, and I twitch inside her.
She moans, and I slide out. “Oh!” she cries.
I push back into her, and her eyes roll back. “Oh, God, yes! Do that again!”
I push forward, still being careful and gentle with her, and she wraps her legs around my waist.
Fuck. I’m not going to last long.
She’s wet, and she wants it, and she asked for the bad boy.
I start to move, and her moans get louder and more intense.
“You like it when I fuck this pussy, don’t you?” I grunt.
“I love it!”
Well, I love it, too.
I don’t say that in the moment, and maybe I’ll regret that later, but I can’t. I’m seconds from coming, and I need to hold off. I need to let her come first.
Sandpaper.
It’s my go-to when I don’t want to come yet. I have no idea why, but the idea of sandpaper is about the most boring thing I can think of in the moment.
I start picking up the pace, allowing my mind to wander as I pump in and out of her.
Why does sandpaper come in coarse and medium and then variations of fine?
There’s the regular sort of fine, very fine, extra fine, super fine, and ultra fine.
Couldn’t whoever named sandpaper come up with better words?
Synonyms, perhaps? Delicate or smooth. And why isn’t microfine one of the options?
Furthermore, why isn’t there a very coarse, extra coarse, super coarse, or ultra coarse option?
Her pussy contracts around me, and even though it’s a tight vise, I can read the signals. I push sandpaper out of my head and focus on the task at hand.
“Yes, Dex. Oh, God, yes, this feels so good! Oh my God, Dex!” She’s losing all control, and it’s hot as fuck to witness. I watch her as she bites her bottom lip and squeezes her eyes shut.
As I thrust into her over and over, picking up speed as I feel my own climax start to climb through me, her moans get louder and louder as she starts to scream my name. That’s it. Her pussy clenches tightly to me, and that sends me into my own release.
I grunt as pleasure roars along my spine, and I let out a low growl as I start to come, too.
I freefall into the type of release I’ve needed for weeks now, and I bask in the feel of her body surrounding mine as I bury my face in her neck.
I bite her skin lightly as I finish, and I hold inside her for a few extra beats.
We’re both panting now, desperate to catch our breath as we cling to one another.
Her legs are still wrapped around me as if she doesn’t want to let me go, and I don’t want her to.
I don’t want to slip out of her. I don’t want this moment to be over between us.
I don’t want to wait two weeks until we can do this again.
I don’t want to leave her in the morning.
But what we want doesn’t always line up with reality.
Eventually she relaxes and drops her legs, and I pull out of her.
I press another kiss to her mouth before I climb off her and head to the bathroom to take care of the condom, and when I return, I bring a warm, wet washcloth with me.
She’s exactly where I left her, her breathing more even now. I press the washcloth gently to her pussy, and she moans.
“Is that what I’ve been missing out on all this time?” she whispers.
I laugh and wiggle my brows in jest. “I can’t speak for anyone else, but probably not.”
She sits up, and I stop what I’m doing with the washcloth. “Dex, that was—”
“Incredible?” I supply.
She nods. “I thought my first time would hurt. It didn’t.”
“Because I know what I’m doing.”
“Clearly.” She clears her throat. “I’m just, uh—I need to go clean up.”
I nod, and I hand her the washcloth. She heads to the bathroom, and I take a minute to collect myself and my thoughts. I have no idea how I’m going to say goodbye to her in the morning.
I guess because I’ve never had to worry about goodbyes. When it was over, I left.
But suddenly, I do.