“You are smart.” He removed her left stocking and tossed it on the ground.
“You are witty.” The left one followed.
“You are stubborn.” The garter disappeared, leaving her completely nude.
“You are sexy as hell.” His boxer briefs had hit the floor.
Dex was naked again, and deliciously hard. His cock jutted out from his body. His desire glistened on his tip and she was hit with the memory of having him in her mouth. Her mouth watered just thinking about his taste and the way it felt to have him come apart in her mouth. She felt womanly and powerful. Cayla was so hot for him, she knew it wouldn’t take much for her to reach her peak.
Soft moans filled the room when Dex leisurely stroked himself while staring at his target. It was easy to see how wet she was for him. Cayla forced herself not to squirm; she knew better not to rush Dex when he looked at her like that – all heat and mischief.
“The thought of you makes me so fucking hard it drives me crazy, Cayla.” He tapped his head against her clit. They both felt jolts of awareness. She wanted to beg him to do it again but refrained. Lips taut, he rubbed his tip up and down her slit then made lazy circles. Cayla’s whole body tingled with pleasure.
“Oh, Dex.” She needed him inside of her before her desire for him burned her alive.
Dex paused, his expression was pensive. “If you’ve only had one lame ass boyfriend, how were you able to pull off your office visit today?”
Cayla fought her blush. “I took the college approach.”
“And that is?” His eyebrow had inched up. His continuation of his lazy circles made Cayla far more forthcoming with the truth.
“I often find it’s easier to master the final exam when you have a damn good study guide.”
The words sunk in and turned Dex’s eyes slate. He took her body without a word. They both hissed at the intense pleasure. His thrusts were almost as punishing as they’d been when he’d bent her over the couch. His palms pressed against her inner thighs, pushing them as far apart as physically possible. Cayla screamed when he leaned forward flattening their torsos together. Each thrust had rubbed against her clit fantastically. His big hand grabbed her head and pushed it to the side. His mouth attacked her neck licking, sucking, and biting until she screamed his name.
“You used my replica to practice giving me a blowjob?” He changed his thrust and sta
rted rocking his hips. Cayla felt electrified.
“Yes!” Cayla huffed her response.
“Did practicing make this tight little pussy of yours wet?” he growled against her ear.
“So wet,” she confirmed between gasps.
Dex’s hips started to swivel rubbing her deep inside. Cayla bucked against him, her nails digging into his back.
“Did you make yourself cum after?” His rapid-fire questions made them both hotter. She could tell by the way he breathed, gripped her, and kissed her that every affirmative answer she gave him drove him madder with lust.
“Yes. So hard,” she managed.
Dex growled again and pushed himself up to look at her. Damn, he was beautiful. They were trapped in an intense stare down. Hazel eyes clashed with gray. If it were a staring contest, Dex would have won because Cayla could not handle the intensity. She shifted her vision to admire him. His blond waves were messy from sex; his muscles were tight and activated; the tattoo popped out on his damp skin. He made a breathtaking view, and he was all hers – for the moment. She’d quickly amended. She could have seen his wheels spinning; he wasn’t done with his questions.
“Your mouth was a virgin before it met my dick.” The awe his voice told her it was more of a revelation than a question, but she confirmed it anyway.
“Yes. Yours is the first and only to ever enter my mouth.”
He didn’t respond. Instead, he speared her mouth with his tongue. He kissed her deep and dirty. Cayla clung to him, getting everything she could out of the kiss. She wrapped her legs around him, and he stretched his torso over hers again. His strong fingers slipped between hers and amplified the intimacy of their moment. The kiss ended with them gasping for air.
“How was the real thing, sweetheart?”
“Delicious” was the last thing she said before Dex fucked her soul out of her body.
Chapter 22
“I just need to point out that you’re glowing,” Janice noted with a smirk.
“I’m what?” Dex asked, perplexed by the out of the blue observation.