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“Touch me!” I beg, not caring how desperate I sound.
Understanding what I need, Dax slides a finger inside of me, and I cry out, my pussy clenching around him.
“You’re so damn tight. Fuck,” he grinds out, moving his finger in and out before he rubs against that spot inside. I jerk against his hand, Dax’s finger lighting a fire beneath the dying embers of my orgasm.
“Oh fucking yes,” I pant.
I hear Dax’s laughter as though it’s down the end of a very long tunnel. My chest heaves and my eyes roll into the back of my head as I ride his hand, chasing another orgasm that’s way more intense than the first. His finger curls inside of me, and when he slides another finger into my opening, I relish the slight burn. I whimper as he rises upwards onto his feet, his fingers still inside me as he hunches over, looking down at me.
“Have you fucked before, Kid?” he asks, a serious expression on his face. There’s an edge of jealousy in his gaze that must be reflected back in mine because he grins, his thumb pressing on my sensitive clit. There’s no way a man like Dax has stayed faithful to my memory. He had every right to sleep with women whilst we were apart, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it. “I’m not a virgin,” he says, his voice smooth, low, apologetic almost. “I wasn’t a virgin when we met that first time, and I know that it wouldn’t be fair to expect you to be one either, though it fucking kills me to know another man has taken your virginity when it should’ve been one of us.”
My cheeks flush for a different reason this time, because I’m not experienced. I slept with that one man, and it was awful. It’s been a long time since that fuck-up of an evening.
“Kid?” he asks, his fingers penetrating deeper, hitting that spot that makes my eyes roll back in my head. I wonder how on earth he expects me to answer him when he’s fingering me the way he is. “Kid?” he persists, rubbing on that spot. “Tell me.”
“Once before… It wasn’t particularly good,” I admit, my words tumbling out of my mouth in a breathy rush.
Dax scowls. “Then I’m gonna fuck you until you forget your first time, until all you remember is this.Us. I’m gonna make sure you enjoy every last second of it. Okay?”
My response is ripped from my lips in a deep-throated moan as Dax finger-fucks me, the concentration on his face is sinful as he stirs up another orgasm, one that builds deep inside my womb and circles outwards. I thrust my hips upwards to meet his hand, my eyes snapping downwards to watch as the muscles in his forearms flex. I see the large veins bob beneath his tattooed skin, and I reach for his arm, running my fingers over his skin, clamping on his wrist, and urging him to go harder, faster.
“I got you, Kid,” he grinds out and with his hand still between my legs, he lowers himself beside me, his thick thigh resting on mine whilst his foot slides down my other leg nudging me wider. I bend my knee, lifting my leg to the side and opening up for him. “That’s it, spread your legs for me.” His voice is a sexy rumble as he brushes his lips against my ear, his teeth capturing my lobe, nipping me gently as he strokes my internal walls. “You lying here beside me like this… Spread open for me like this. Fuck, I feel like a king. I feel like the richest man in the world. You, my Kid, our Pen, our lucky penny.”
I turn my face to look at him, his pupils are blown wide in lust, and his face is flushed as his movements get steadily quicker. I reach up to him, clasping the back of his head, urging him to kiss me deeply. He doesn’t hesitate. His thumb presses on my clit, rubbing it in such a way that has my toes curling and my fingers gripping hold of the bedsheets.
“Kid—” he says against my lips, pulling back slightly.
“Yes—?” I bite down on my lip, holding onto the cry that’s ready to rip out of my throat.
Dipping deeper inside me, he crooks his fingers and rubs on that special spot quickly, over and over again, his hand jerking. “I want you to come.”
His words split me apart and I detonate around his hand, my internal walls squeezing his fingers in an orgasmic grip. If it was his cock, I’ve no doubt I’d wring him dry. Dax groans, and when my orgasm ebbs away, he gently pulls his fingers out of me before sliding them into his mouth, a savage look on his face.
“If I hurt you, tell me. If I go too hard, too fast, tell me. If you want me to stop, tell me. I want this to be good for you,” he says, seriously.
“That’s sweet, Dax, but honestly I don’t want slow. I want to feel you. I want to know I’m yours.”
Another sexy growl rumbles up his throat as he climbs on top of me and smashes his mouth against mine, his tongue sweeping inside my mouth erotically. I can taste myself on his lips and it makes me hunger for more. When he trails his mouth lower, his teeth scraping over my cheek, my collarbone, my nipples, I groan and moan, not recognising the sounds coming out of my mouth. Kneeling, he reaches behind my head, grabbing the condom and tears open the foil wrapper with his teeth, rolling it over his considerable length before shifting over me. I’m not that experienced in the male anatomy, but I know he’s large. At a guess, he’s a good ten inches, and wide. I stare at his dick, at the long vein on the underside, and swallow hard. Fuck, I’ve no idea if that’s even going to fit. Dax gently nudges my legs apart with his knees, and grasps his cock in his hand, rubbing the tip along my slit.
“I’ll take care of you, okay?”
I nod, not able to talk as he lowers himself over me, the tip of his cock resting against my entrance. His forearms cage my head, and his fingers curl into my hair as he looks at me intently. Slowly, he pushes into me, only stopping when the head of his cock is sheathed.
“Damn, you’re so tight!” he exclaims, trembling as he holds back. The veins in his neck stand prominently beneath his skin, and I lift myself up to meet him, my mouth pressing against them.
Dax sinks into me, inch by glorious inch until I’m full. He settles above me, breathing hard and allowing me to adjust to his size. I’m slick with need, and when he begins to move agonisingly slowly, I slide my tongue up his neck and lick the shell of his ear.
“Fuck me like you mean it, Dax,” I say, breathily.
So he does.
Dax pulls out and slams into me in one harsh movement. A scream rips out of my throat at the sharp sting of him impaling himself balls deep inside of me, only for that pain to ebb away with every thrust afterwards.
Dax fucks me.
He doesn’t hesitate.
His hips piston.
