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“Cum for me, Pixie.” The order was almost harsh in her ear.
A high, keening sound erupted, and it took her a moment to realize it was coming from her. Ecstasy burst through her, like popping bubbles that fizzed through her veins, so intense tears sprung in her eyes. She clamped down on Patrick’s cock, so tightly it was almost painful as he thrust, forcing his way back into her body. The sound of his groaning pleasure mingled with her frantic, sobbing moans, and she choked on a scream as he swelled inside of her.
She could actually feel each pulse of his cock as he came, every throb as each jet of cum spilled into her. The heat, the pleasure, the joy of a fantasy finally realized, a need now sated, had her seeing stars. Her lashes fluttered as the white sparks of light filled her vision, Patrick’s voice filling her ears.
“Breathe, Lexie.”
Gasping for air at his insistence, she panted as he leaned back, allowing her legs to suddenly drop back down on the bed. She was limp and achy, her leg muscles protesting now that they weren’t being pressed practically against her upper body.
“Lex, look at me, are you okay?”
Worried brown eyes came into focus as she blinked, trying to assemble her thoughts, to put herself back together after being shattered so completely. Sensual satisfaction hummed along her nerves, her pussy still clenching around Patrick’s slowly softening cock.
Smiling up at him, radiant, Lexie ran her hands up to his bald head, rubbing his scalp and giggling before letting them fall over her own head, too tired to hold them up for very long. There was something wonderfully satisfying about being so sated, so wonderfully high on pleasure, and still restrained. Still under his control.
“Okay,” she repeated, giggling a little.
The worry in his eyes faded immediately, and his lips curved in a smile. “You’re so full on endorphins, you’re practically drunk with them, aren’t you?”
“Sure,” she said, agreeably. Tilting her head up, she pursed her lips slightly, and was delighted when he rewarded her with a kiss. It was gentle, tender, filled with warmth and his own satisfaction. As if he no longer felt the need to dominate, to claim, because she’d already submitted and it was clear she was his.
Nice.
Happy, fizzy warmth filled her as they kissed, slowly and sweetly. She was practically sighing with it, content in the knowledge Patrick had her and he would take care of her. Because she was finally his.
17
Patrick had gone back into his room five times since Lexie had gotten home, each time emerging wearing a different shirt. Twice wearing different pants along with the different shirt.
Sitting on his couch, feet tucked up underneath her, pretending to read a book, Lexie couldn’t believe how cute he was. Not that she’d ever say such a thing to him. She’d learned, a long time ago, that guys did not like being told they were cute. Which she didn’t understand, because, to her, cute was a good thing. Cute was sweet, adorable, endearing... but somehow guys saw it as almost an insult. Especially a big, dominant guy like Patrick.
Shifting slightly, Lexie tried not to think about the fact that she was about to go over to her parents’ house while not wearing underwear. Since she wasn’t wearing a skirt, Patrick had insisted she go without. At least he knew there was no way she’d be wearing any other toys while over there. She’s caught him fingering the vibrating panties thoughtfully, and she’d told him absolutely not at her parents.
The idea had made her pussy clench a little, in a kind of taboo excitement, so maybe one day, but definitely not today.
Although, if her parents were ever out of town, she was going to drag him over there to have sex in her old room. The double bed she’d had there would barely fit him, but she’d had so many girlish fantasies about fooling around with Patrick in that very room that if she ever got the chance to fulfill them, she’d jump on it.
Muttering under his breath, Patrick left the kitchen again and headed back to his room. Lexie stifled a giggle. She’d never seen him so nervous before. He’d gotten cranky when she’d tried to reassure him, so she’d sat down on the couch to read and just let him work through his anxiety on his own. Better to let him pace and change clothes than to provoke him into spanking her. Lexie did not feel like showing up to her parents with a freshly reddened butt.
Not that she thought they’d know, but it just seemed wrong.
Glancing at her watch, she raised her eyebrows and put down her book.
“Patrick... we have to leave in a few minutes if we’re going to get there on time,” she called as she stood up, surprised she even needed to say anything. He was such a stickler for being early, much less on time, that she’d been counting on him to let her know when they needed to go, but if they waited any longer, they’d probably be late.
He really was nervous.
So freaking cute.
“I know!” His frustrated voice echoed down the hallway.
Smiling, not at all unnerved by his snapping retort, Lexie went into the kitchen and picked up the bottle of wine he’d picked out. Her smile widened as she looked at the label and realized he’d changed the bottle of wine too, from his original selection.
Coming back out of the kitchen, she almost bumped into him. He was buttoning the cuff of a dark green, button-down shirt that looked damned good on him and went really well with the khaki pants he’d changed into. Of course, he’d looked good in everything he’d put on.
“Ready to go?” she asked, smiling.
“Don’t say it,” he growled, taking the wine from her as he gave her a stern look.
