6. Dax #3
She pulled me down on top of her again, wrapping her legs around me and drawing me close. “If you stop, I’ll be so mad.”
“But the baby…”
“Is just fine. You aren’t hurting us. I promise.”
“I just—”
She reversed our positions, pushing me over onto the mattress, so she was on top. “Better?”
It was better in so many ways. Her tits were right there for me to play with while she rocked her hips over the growing erection behind my pants.
She found a rhythm, arching her back and supporting herself with her hands on my thighs, her tits pointed toward the ceiling.
She moved her hips in sensuous circles, the swell of her belly just as intoxicating to me as the curves of her hips and thighs and tits.
She moaned when I took two handfuls of them, and my dick wept with need for her.
“Fuck, Nyah,” I groaned. “Just…fuck.”
I reached a hand between us, and she lifted to let me. I undid my fly and freed my erection from my underwear just enough for it to spring up and nestle itself along the seam of her panties.
She was soaked through, wet with arousal from all the grinding we’d been doing against each other.
It was nothing for me to push her panties to one side and find her clit. She gasped at the touch and rocked her hips, slicking herself along my length while I worked her little bundle of nerves until she was moving faster, her breaths turning into pants and her need matching mine.
“Dax.”
This time when she said my name, there was none of the hesitation she’d had earlier.
This time when she said it, it was all need.
“I’ve got you, pretty girl,” I murmured, using the nickname I’d given her the night we’d met. I’d tattooed it on her skin, though it was covered up now by the hair she’d let grow out over her mound.
But I knew it was there. My ink on her pussy.
I groaned and raised my hips, spearing her open.
She slid down my cock easily, zero resistance, just hot, warm wetness enclosing me so deliciously I had to bite back a shout.
Nyah leaned down to kiss me. Her palms pressed to my chest as her hips rocked. “Shh. I don’t want the whole club knowing what we’re doing.”
I flipped her over onto her back and hovered over her, dick still planted inside her. I hooked one elbow beneath her knee and pulled it up our sides, deepening the angle until she moaned.
“I do.” I kissed her between words because I couldn’t get enough of her perfect mouth on mine. “I want Luca to know this is how I please my woman. And if I’m going to share her, then he needs to do better than I can.”
She grinned against my mouth. “You think highly of yourself. Cocky Dax. I think I like it.”
I pushed into her again, hard, grinding my pubic bone on her clit, and satisfied when the sass fell off her face and her eyes rolled back in pleasure.
“Oh God. Yes. Just like that.”
I already knew. I’d already worked out every sensitive spot in her body.
I’d found all the ways to kiss her that made her moan the loudest. And I used all of them now, kissing her neck while I plowed into her with deep, strong thrusts that had her pussy fluttering around my cock, the beginnings of her orgasm making themselves known.
“Oh God, Dax!” She met each of my thrusts with strong movements of her own that had me fighting for control.
I brought her other knee up, so she was almost frog-legged, but wide open, giving me the deepest angle possible.
But I didn’t want her to come yet. I knew if I played with her longer, she’d feel it deeper and stronger, and fuck, I wanted to own every inch of her body.
I pulled out and back just enough to stare down at my arousal-soaked cock and her sweet, wide-open pussy. She glistened, throbbing, practically begging me for more. And beneath it, a temptation I shouldn’t have wanted, but fuck, I wanted everything with her.
I rubbed the slicked-up head of my cock against her asshole and practically fucking crowed when her eyes flew open and she let out a gasp that had me pulsing.
“Do you like that?” I asked her, not penetrating her there, but warming her up, letting her feel what it would be like if I pushed inside her.
“Yes,” she moaned. “God, yes.”
I rubbed on her some more but, eventually, fucking her sweet pussy won out, the lure of her fluttering and clamping around me too good to ignore.
I matched the pace of her moans, giving her more and more each time I thrust inside her until she was crying out my name, shouting it, our breaths and moans mingling in between open-mouthed licks and kisses.
She scratched at my back, dragged her fingernails down my skin, and I relished every inch of it, the pain more pleasure than anything else.
Her pussy pulsed around my cock, and I drove in hard, rocking her back into the mattress.
We fucked for all the lost time. For all the time forced apart. She came around my cock with a cry so loud there was no doubt in my mind the entire club heard.
I hoped with every inch of me they had. Because any man out there who wanted to touch her needed to do at least this much. Making her scream was the bare minimum, and he didn’t deserve her if he couldn’t give her what she wanted. What she deserved.
I’d only ever wanted to worship this woman. And I did it now, in every way I could think of.
My orgasm came hard and fast after hers, her internal muscles tightening and clenching around my aching cock, too much to hold back.
I moaned her name into the space between her shoulder and ear, wanting to take up camp there and never leave.
Except she needed to hear how I felt about her. And I needed to look in her eyes and tell her I loved her. So I did. I slowed my pace, riding out the last of my erection, and whispered to her all the ways I loved her and that I would never leave her, no matter what.
I didn’t care if it was too much. If I was too much. Because I knew I wasn’t. Not for her.
She whispered it all back.
I fell asleep still inside her, smelling of her, and Luca Guerra very, very far from my thoughts.