16. Dax #2
Having made his decision, he slammed into me as he wrapped his fingers around my throat and pulled me back against his chest. His teeth scraped along the column of my throat, nipping at me as he pounded away.
A cry burst from my lips as his hold on my throat tightened just enough to make it a little harder to breathe. “Oh fuck me, Cognac, just like that!”
“That’s right, loba, let the others know who’s making you scream tonight. They will all be lying in their beds, stroking their cocks, wishing they were me right now.”
I could feel an orgasm building, and the way Cognac sped up, he could feel it too.
Slowing down, he thrust into me, tip to balls, bottoming out before he pulled back and pushed in again until I was screaming out my pleasure as my climax burst within me.
Using shallow movements, he kept going, rubbing right where I needed him to, to prolong the orgasm.
As I went limp against his hold on me, he let me fall onto my arms as he pulled out of me.
“Time to see what that mouth of yours can do,” he said as he came to kneel in front of me.
So it was easier on my shoulders, I sprawled out, lying flat on the bed, using my good arm to prop myself up and shoving a pillow under the other for support.
I shouldn’t have worried, though. The ideas Cognac had planned for my mouth had nothing to do with what I could provide for him, only how wide I could open my mouth.
Reaching down, he held onto my neck just under my jaw, keeping me at the perfect angle.
“Tap my leg if you need me to stop. Otherwise, hold on.”
Looking up at him through my lashes, I gave a slight nod before opening wide to take him in.
He fucked my mouth like no one had before, securing another hand in my hair so I didn’t get shoved back with the force of his thrust. I didn’t know what it was about being a boss-ass bitch in the streets but a fuck doll in the sheets that made everything make sense in the world.
Thing is, up until these men, I hadn’t trusted anyone to take control of me like they did.
Reaching out, I stroked his balls to get a feel for how close he was getting. I knew he wasn’t planning on finishing our night in my mouth. When he felt my touch, his hand cracked down on my ass, making me gasp. “No touching. This is hard enough as it is to keep from coming.”
As if to prove a point, he fucked my mouth a little longer then pulled me off him and up to his mouth. Our kiss was all teeth and tongues as we fought for control, unable to let myself give in that easily.
Pulling back, he gripped my jaw and looked me in the eye. “Time to introduce myself to your tight ass since Sprocket got it the last time. I want you on top this time so I can watch your titties bounce.”
I grinned, liking this idea, as he slid under me, and I crawled up his body, placing a kiss on the tip of his dick before I slid myself slowly over it.
When it came to anal, slow and steady kept you from tearing your shit up and forcing you to give it a week to recover.
Cognac’s hands gripped my hips as he rolled his hips, working my ass like a master.
Once he’d given me time to adjust, he started to pick up the pace, slamming me down on him as he thrust up, forcing nonsense out of me.
“Oh God, yes, it’s so deep,” I muttered, tossing my head back to look up at the ceiling where a huge fucking mirror was.
How the hell had I missed that?
Unable to spare that question any thought a moment longer as Cognac started to grope one of my tits.
Not satisfied with that, he slipped his hand behind my neck and pulled me down so he could get his mouth on them.
I used this opportunity to grind my clit against his pelvis, sending sparks of electricity throughout my body.
Not getting enough friction, I slipped a hand between us and started to work the magical little jellybean over myself. Hissing at my own touch, my sensitivity level was through the charts right now.
“That’s right, loba, work that clit. It makes your ass even tighter when you play with it,” Cognac encouraged as he held me in place and pounded away, making my eyes roll back in my head. “I’m close,” he gritted out between clenched teeth. “Come, loba, come with me right now!”
Both of us detonated at the same time, causing Cognac to wrap his arms around me and hug me tightly to his body as his cum pulsed into me.
I let my whole body go lax as the aftershocks of my orgasm echoed, making me twitch at any touch on my skin.
My head was nestled in his neck, my breathing as quick as my pulse.
“Holy fucking shit,” Cognac panted as he ran a hand down my spine. “Out of all the sex I’ve had in my life, no one is ever going to compare to what you do to me. Guess that’s why they always say the best sex of your life is with the person you love.”
This had my eyes snapping open and pushing myself up so I could look down at him. “Did you just say you love me?”
Cognac blinked a few times as if he hadn’t realized he’d said it. “Yeah, I guess I did, didn’t I?” A smile pulled at his lips. “Just so we’re clear, I might not have planned to tell you at this moment, but I do love you, Dax Blackmore, with every part of my being.”
Warmth filled my body that had nothing to do with the amazing sex we just had, although it certainly helped. “I think I’m in love with you too, Cognac.”
“I’m not in a rush, Dax. If you aren’t ready to say that to me, it’s alright. I don’t plan on going anywhere,” he said, brushing hair out of my face and tucking it behind my ear. “When you know for sure, you can tell me then.”
Hearing him accept I might not be ready for this move made it clear to me I absolutely did love this man.
Cupping the side of his face, I leaned down and tried to fill my kiss with all the emotions I was feeling and didn’t know how to express it the right way.
“I know for damn sure I’m in love with you. There’s no need to make you wait.”
Turning so we were both on our sides, I could feel his cock swelling back to life between us.
I shifted my hips so it slipped inside my pussy and let him fuck me nice and slow, keeping us both on the edge of coming for most of the night, enjoying the feeling of being connected to each other for as long as possible.
Then we drifted to sleep, tangled up in silk sheets and limbs, with his hand on my tit for safekeeping.