Page 87 of Alec’s Dream

“Tell me, baby, I’ll give you anything you ask for. If all you want is my fingers in your pussy getting you off, then that’s what you’ll get. You want me to add my mouth and lap up every last drop as you come in my mouth. You want my cock, all you gotta do is say the word. You’re in control, Macy. Anything you want, sweetness.”

Still circling the tip of his finger in her slick heat, sweat broke out on Alec’s forehead from the amount of exertion it took to hold himself back. He’d never offered control to another woman. Not that he’d ever take what wasn’t offered, but he was the one who dominated. Part of him needed Macy to guide them this first time because he needed to know she was on board with where they went and what they were doing. But a large part was, he simply wanted to hear his sweet, shy Macy talk dirty. He wanted her to shed the uncertainty—stop hiding and take what she wanted.

He needed her to own her desires before he claimed them as his own.

“I want your fingers.”

Without waiting, he slid the digit deep before pulling out and sliding two back in and pinching her nipple.

“Oh, God,” she whispered.

“Keep those beauties propped up for me, Macy,” Alec instructed and lowered his head.

He flicked his tongue over the erect nub, giving her only a preview before he stopped to ask, “More?”

“Yes!”

Alec smiled and got down to it, working his fingers in and out of Macy’s tight, wet pussy, his mouth latched onto her nipple, drawing it deep. Her back arched, a moan slipped past her lips, and her hips jolted.

“You want more?” he inquired, pulling her ass closer to the edge of the washer.

“Please.”

Goddamn. Hearing Macy's sweet plea nearly made him lose his mind. The scent of her excitement filled the small room and his cock ached to get free.

“Need you to come for me, Macy.”

He twisted his wrist, his fingertips now curling up, massaging the slightly rough tissue, and he knew he found the spot when Macy jumped and tried to jerk away.

“Ride it, baby, don’t pull away.”

“I can’t.”

“Oh, yeah you can.”

Alec ground his palm against her clit and kept at her sweet spot until her inner muscles started to spasm. He wanted to watch her face as she exploded but he wanted her crazy with it more, so he lowered his mouth back down and scraped his teeth over her nipple, biting her just shy of too much.

“Alec. More. Please.”

His name on her lips as she begged him for more turned him inside out.

Alec gave her more of everything. His mouth, his hand, and if she’d asked, he would’ve bared his soul. Macy’s pussy rippled around his finger, liquid heat dripped down his hand, and her entire body quivered.

Christ. Fucking hot.

He stopped rubbing her clit, slowed his thrusting fingers to a gentle glide, and kissed over each breast thinking how much he’d love to watch them jiggle in his face as she fucked him. They were the perfect size—overfilled handfuls.

“More,” Macy moaned.

Alec’s cock twitched and his hand on her hip flexed.

“What do you want, sweetness?”

“You.”

“You have me. So you’re gonna have to be specific. You want my mouth?”

He gave her a moment to gather her thoughts. He still felt the last tremors of her orgasm under his lips and he continued to pepper her chest and neck with kisses. The need to touch and taste her overwhelmed him. He wished they were in his bed where he could sprawl her out and feast for hours. But even that wouldn’t be enough—he’d never get enough. That should’ve worried him. However, as the knowledge washed over him, there was nothing but a deep desire to keep Macy forever.