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“God, yes,” he grits out. His thighs tremble.
I smile, pleased at the effect I have on him.
“You like that?” he asks.
I hum an affirmative noise. Feeling extremely greedy, I want to swallow him whole. I suck as much as I can into my mouth, savoring his raw, salty essence. So caught up in tasting him, I forget to move my hand. A spurt of salty liquid pools on my tongue and I moan louder, sucking him harder, as deep as I can.
“Is that as much as you can take?” he asks.
My body freezes, afraid he’ll try to push past my limit.
“Emily?”
I nod.
He rests his hand at the back of my head and pulls away, then slowly returns, not going past the point of discomfort. He does this several more times, never giving more than I can handle.
My heart races, my thighs still shaking from earlier.
Dex lets out a deep, guttural groan and tugs on my hair, pulling me off him. “Come here.” He lifts me off the floor, setting me on the washer again.
“What’re you doing?” I ask, reaching for him.
He tears into a condom and rolls it on without answering. I’msoon board with his change of plans. Desperate to have him inside me, I draw my feet up and scoot to the edge.
“Good girl,” he praises in a gravelly rasp. He steps between my legs and lines himself up with my entrance.
“Oh God,” I chant a few times as he pushes inside me. I sob from the intense pleasure. The angle must not be right for him. He pulls me precariously close to the edge and onto his cock, powerful arms keeping me secure.
“Help me out,” he grunts, then digs his fingers into my ass.
I hook my hands over his shoulders for leverage and wrap my legs around his waist, working myself up and down his full length. Much like he’s my own personal naughty ride at an X-rated playground.
The position still feels precarious but exhilarating. Any fear that he might drop me disappears. The zing of friction hits me different, forcing me to focus on chasing more of the sensation. Eyes glazed with pleasure, Dex leans in and presses a sloppy kiss to my mouth.
“Keep going. Just like that,” he murmurs, our shallow breaths mingling in the tight space.
I flex my thighs and move my hips faster. Rolling, pulling, pushing, and moving in any way possible. Dex digs his hands into my flesh and bounces me harder on his cock, as if holding me in the air hadn’t taxed his strength one bit. He’d been allowing me to play and now he means business.
“You’re so good. So, so good.” He punctuates each word with a hip thrust. “Look at you.”
His gruff words pitch me into the abyss. My body contracts, desperate whimpers clawing their way out of my mouth. Dex swallows my sounds with a greedy kiss.
Beads of sweat roll down my forehead. Slowly, I stop moving my body but still cling to him, breathing hard.
He doesn’t give me a break, though. Rough hands guide my legs down. My toes barely touch the tile when he spins me to face the washer. One hand presses between my shoulder blades, bending me over the machine. The cool metal is a welcome relief to my sweaty skin.
He jerks my hips up and fills me in one thrust. I yelp and scratch the washer, searching for something to hang onto as he pounds into me from behind.
The washer rattles and bangs, making more noise than anything else we’ve done. His hands tighten around my waist.
“Fuck,” he groans. His body quakes, cock jerking inside me. He stumbles forward, pushing even deeper. After a second or two of heavy breathing, he wraps his arms around my waist. He presses his forehead against my back. His lips glide over my skin with slow, reverent kisses, leaving goosebumps.
He kisses my shoulder one more time, then groans as he pulls his weight off me.
“You okay?” he asks.
“I’m glowing and satisfied.” I flash a dopey grin.
