Chapter 20 #3
Before I can react, he moves behind me, pressing me against the cool marble of the kitchen island.
His breath is warm and sweet against my neck.
His hands slide up my stomach, then higher, unsnapping my bra with ease.
The straps fall from my shoulders, and he peels it away, tossing it aside.
His palms cup my breasts, squeezing them as his fingers tease my nipples until they harden under his touch.
I arch into him, my head tilting back against his chest as his lips graze my shoulder, his stubble scraping my skin.
He lowers his mouth to the sensitive spot at the base of my neck, sucking lightly, leaving his mark.
My breath shudders as he spreads my legs with his knee, his hard throbbing cock pressing hard against me.
He grabs my wrists, pulling them behind my back, locking them there in a firm grip.
"Stay still," he murmurs, his tone thick with command.
A thrill runs down my spine as he shifts, his other hand threading through my hair, gripping the base of my neck. Then, without warning, he bends me over the kitchen island, my cheek pressing against the cool marble.
"Dax—" I gasp, my pulse hammering.
He moves behind me, adjusting, his hands gripping my hips before he drags the thick length of his cock between my pussy folds, teasing me, making me whimper in anticipation. I'm still dripping from my orgasm. He teases my pussy with his hard tip, rubbing it against my wet opening.
"I want to be inside of you," he says, voice edged with hunger.
"Yes," I breathe, my body already begging for him.
Then he thrusts deep inside of me—his girth stretching my hole, the sudden fullness knocks the breath from my lungs. My fingers grip the edge of the counter as he moves, his pace steady but forceful, each stroke pushing me closer to the edge.
The sound of skin against skin, his wet cock sliding inside of my dripping pussy fills the air, the scent of sex is thick around us. Dax growls low in his throat, his hands gripping my ass, as he smacks his palms against my skin, the sharp sting sending a shockwave of pleasure straight to my core.
I cry out, the sensation heightening everything.
He smacks me again, harder, before gripping my hips, pulling me back onto him as he pounds into me.
His groans are primal as he watches his cock slide in and out of me.
He squeezes my flesh, as the intensity builds, pressure coiling in my stomach, tightening, ready to snap.
"Dax—" My voice shakes, my body trembling.
"Come for me," he demands, his voice deep, commanding.
His thrusts become punishing, relentless, and then I shatter. Pleasure surges through me like a violent storm, my legs shaking as I moan his name. My orgasm floods over him, coating his cock, and the sensation sends him spiraling over the edge.
With a rough groan, Dax pulls out, turning me around to face him. He crashes his lips to mine, kissing me hard, possessive, before he scoops me up effortlessly into his arms. My legs wrap around his waist instinctively, our bodies still hot, still desperate.
Without breaking stride, he glances around, checking for the direction of the bedroom as he carries me down the corridor—his grip strong—his muscles taut beneath me. I cling to him, my heart still racing as he kicks open the bedroom door and lays me down on the bed.
The moment he spreads my legs, I whimper, already aching for him again. His fingers slide through the wetness between my thighs before he grips his cock, lining himself up. Then he plunges into me, burying his cock to the hilt.
A ragged moan escapes me as he stretches me all over again, the angle deeper, more intense.
My pussy vibrates, and my eyes roll to the back of my head as his hands grip my thighs, lifting them over his shoulders, tilting me just right.
I scream as he hits my g-spot, my fingers digging into his arms.
"Fuck, Scarlett," he growls, his control unraveling as he pounds into me, each thrust deliberate, wrecking me completely.
The bed creaks beneath us, the headboard slamming against the wall, but I barely notice. All I feel is him. My nails drag down his back, breaking flesh, my body trembling as another orgasm builds, this one sharper, more consuming.
"Dax, I'm—" My words break off into a sob of pleasure as my body convulses around him.
His thrusts falter, his breathing ragged.
"Come for me," he orders, his voice raw, dark.
I shatter beneath him, my climax tearing through me like a wildfire, my heat spilling between us. My cum coats his dick, dripping down his balls, and the sight of it sends him over the edge.
"Fuck," he grunts, his body stiffening as he pulls me closer. He stills himself as his warm cum spurts in loads deep inside of me. He pulses, as he empties his release and I can feel hot spurts of his cum inside of my walls. We vibrate against each other.
Then Dax collapses beside me, dragging me into his arms. For a long moment, neither of us move—our bodies tangled, our breaths labored.
I curl into him, our limbs entwined, the scent of us filling the space around us. His lips press against my temple, slow, lingering. We stay like this—lost in the haze of satisfaction, of something deeper neither of us are ready to put into words just yet.