“Yes,” I finally answered, attempting to catch my breath.
Why isn’t he getting off me? Why the hell is he looking at me like that?
The chaos in his expression was reflected in the tight creases of his face, inches from mine. The warmth of his quick breaths caressed my hot skin as we breathed the same oxygen.
“I wanted to be a gentleman, Laura. I promise you I tried. But….” A long, pregnant pause followed his but. The realization that his dick remained stiff and inside me hit as hard as the twisted glint in his gaze. His expression clearly said, “You know you done fucked up, right?”
“Dax?” I questioned, searching for any hint of the man I’d just slept with. He drew back and surged forward with no warning, taking my breath, and not giving me a chance to recover it.
“I took my time with you because you were a virgin,” he expressed. The impact of his thrust hit harder this time. “You’re no longer a virgin, Laura. Now that I know your little pussy can take my dick, it’s time to fuck.”
His harsh whisper kissed my face as he fucked me harder, driving my body into the mattress. His arrogant words should have spiked my anger, but they were turning me on.
His lips were at my ear as his hand cupped my face in a tight grip. “Since you informed me we can only do this once…,” he breathed out, leaving the sentence unfinished. I was certain he knew that this was not what I’d meant when I’d said that.
I yelled out as my body was jerked up and twisted around so fast that I was unaware of which way I faced until my mind caught up with my movement. I found myself glancing down at him, his back pinned against the headboard, me straddling his lap, his length already buried inside me.
“Wh… what?”
He cut off my question, placing his fingertips over my lips. “I was taught to be a gentleman, so I’m going to give you a chance to fuck me before I fuck you,” he expressed before sending his tongue, gliding deep into my mouth.
He didn’t stop his mouth play until one of my nipples was being tugged between his teeth. There was no gentle pull or light tongue stroking this time. This time was all about the joining of pain and pleasure in an unholy ceremony of sin.
With my nipple pinched between his gleaming white teeth, he glared up at me, pure evil dancing in his gaze. “What are you waiting for, Laura? I need you fucking me, proving you’re every bit as bad-ass as I know you are.”
Shocked, turned on, and uncertain, I stared. What happened to the suit-wearing, well-to-do, goody-two-shoes? The challenge of his words kickstarted my energy and gave me a boost.
I placed one of my hands on his sturdy shoulders for leverage. He’d sucked the thumb of my other hand into his mouth. The sensation of his tongue and teeth and the suctioning against my finger added to my already heightened lust level.
Slow, wavy movements started my ride, testing the waters to see if I could take him this way without having to go through vaginal reconstructive surgery.
The fact that I’d never done this before surfaced, but my body instinctively knew what to do without my mind’s advice. The first few waves produced a lusty vibe that enticed me to go faster as he sucked on my tits like they were sweet ripe strawberries.
When I started fucking him harder, faster, and took him in deeper, he dropped my tits and leaned his head against the headboard, eyes rolling in his head. “Laura, that feels so fucking good,” his words rushed out on one long breath.
I’d been being selfish, grinding out my own pleasure, but the knowledge I could bring him as much pleasure as my own spiked my lust to the boiling point.
His body tensed beneath mine as his fingers glided across my ass until he palmed my cheeks. His actions started to mirror mine, riding along with the flow of my movements. The tight pull of his abs and thighs flexed against my rotating hips as I allowed my body to feed on the lust that the deep swirling penetration produced. I liked it. I couldn’t decide what I liked more, the spikes of pain or the booming pleasure that kept beating it back.
“That’s it. Fuck me!” he yelled as I allowed myself to sink deeper into the pleasure-pain swirl that had built a solid foundation of another orgasm. His face turned up to mine as I was riding him like a jockey on steroids.
I was doing fine until he gave me the expression that did me in. It was so nasty and dirty. His eyes penetrating, his nostrils flaring, his lips slightly turned up at the corner as he gripped my ass and punctuated each of my rotating thrusts. We’d worked his dick so far up my pussy that my stomach thought it was something it needed to digest.
I’d just lost my virginity one sexual act ago, yet my body and mind were set to a ravenous state I believed Dax had reached in and pulled to the surface of me. My pussy had starved for twenty-five years and now that she was eating, she was being a greedy bitch.
One, two, three jerky turns, and I blew the hell up, “Dax! Fuck! You fucking… Shit!” I couldn’t spit my curse words out in an orderly fashion as an over accumulation of pleasure, pain, and emotions consumed me whole.
Moments later, I found myself draped over Dax like a wet scarf, my bones rubbery. My face was buried in his neck, my arms limp across his shoulders, and the front of my body glued to the front of his.
I was afraid to back off his dick because I feared it had gone deep enough to be stuck. However, I had a more pressing issue to be concerned about. His dick was still hard.
What the fuck?
“Why the hell is your dick still hard? Did you pop a Viagra or something?” I questioned, my face squinted in confusion. His hands ran up my spread thighs before he allowed them to skim up my arms and nudge me back, putting a little space between our heaving bodies.
The first thing I noticed was that smug smile on his face. “All I need is the proper motivation. The sight of you makes my dick hard,” he confirmed as his heavy-lidded eyes, as persuasive as his touch, traveled over my sex-dampened body.
“Speaking of hard,” he pointed out before his dick moved inside me and caused me to whimper and squeeze my thighs against his abs. The lust-crazed gaze and hint of determination in his expression revealed that he wasn’t done. I shook my head to calm the anxious energy that started to flow off his body.