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Shifting my hands between us, I reach down to his jeans and work as fast as I can with my fingers to get them unbuttoned. Once I get them pushed down far enough, I shove my hand down his boxers and grab his very hard and very large cock.
Holy fuck.
He hisses the moment my skin touches his. I slowly start pumping my fist along his velvety skin. I can feel him shaking against me, his hips moving in time with my hand.
“Sweetheart,” he groans against my lips, “if you don’t stop that, I will make a fool of myself in about three seconds.”
Before I can test that theory, he pulls away. He removes his pants and boxers, shedding them somewhere next to the bed. He climbs back up and sits, and his hands slowly caressing my hips. His fingers trace the waistband of my leggings, just slightly dipping his finger below it.
His emerald eyes look up at me in question. “If you want me to stop, tell me now.” His voice is low and husky.
I shake my head. “Don’t stop.”
Daxon lets out a growl as his hands grab on to the side of my pants. He slowly peels them down my legs, throwing them to the floor. He yanks my legs apart and settles himself in between my legs, with just my thong separating him from my very wet center.
My entire body is shivering, and I’m not cold. His touch burns me, excites me. I’m looking down at Daxon, seeing only his eyes staring back at me. My heart is racing, and my breathing is erratic. My mind doesn’t know whether to tell me to sit back and enjoy the show or fucking take off running.
I should make him leave. But I can’t. In some sick and twisted way, I don’t want him to go.
His arms hook under my legs, and his thumb brushes along the material over my clit. My hips jump at the sensation, and my breathing picks up. Oh my God, he has magic fingers.
He kisses the inside of my thighs as he continues to rub my clit through the thong. My head tosses from side to side as I feel the pressure start to build. The release is so close. I can feel my body start to quiver, start to fall over that wall of ecstasy.
Without warning, he pulls away, and I’m left teetering complete bliss.
“W-Wait—” I stammer as I try to catch my breath.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get you there. Except, when you come, I just want it to be all over my face.” My mouth drops open as he tears my thong down my leg. Moving quickly, he settles right back where he was and before I have a moment to process everything, I feel his tongue travel up my slit and swirl around my clit.
“Holy fuck! Oh my God, Dax,” I breathe out. My entire mind misfires. I can’t utter a single word beyond that.
“Mm, that’s it, sweetheart. I like hearing my name come from that pretty little mouth of yours.” He pushes a finger inside of me, causing me to groan from the welcomed intrusion. “I’m going to like that mouth even more when it’s wrapped around my cock.”
His teeth softly bite my clit, sending shockwaves through my body. His tongue flattens against it, and he inserts another finger inside of me. He curls them inside of me, slowly moving them. The combination of his fingers inside pushing my button and his tongue sucking my clit has me headed towards the fucking light. There’s so much sensation, so much of everything, my body tenses as I start to feel a building towards my release, yet again.
“That’s right, baby. Come all over my hand and face. Let me drink you up.” He wraps his mouth around my clit, and my vision blacks out.
My mouth opens up, but no sound comes out as I reach complete ecstasy, my orgasm so powerful that my body shakes through it. My head feels light and my body heavy as I come down from the absolute best high I have ever experienced.
My hand hovers over my heart as I try to calm my breathing. I try to ground myself back into this realm. Looking down at Daxon between my legs, I see him lick his lips and then suck on his fingers. I shiver as I watch him enjoy the taste of me.
“Mm. So sweet,” he says as he crawls back up my body, kissing me and letting me taste myself on him. He groans as I let his tongue sweep against mine. He is still rock hard, I’m sure ready to explode the moment I touch him.
Reaching down, I run my hand along the length of him as he hisses from my touch. His chest starts to move up and down rapidly, until he is panting above me. His eyes are closed, and I have no doubt he is trying to control himself.
I need to taste him.
“Do you want my lips wrapped around you, Dax?” My voice is throaty and soft.
He nods. “Yes, fuck yes,” he moans as he rolls over to his back, pulling me on top of him. I shift myself down between his legs. His eyes are closed, his hands just lightly touching my head as if to guide me to where he needs me.
Wrapping my hand around his cock, I slowly stroke it, causing his hips to buck up. I bring the head to my mouth and kiss it. His breathing picks up, and his hands start to tighten in my hair. I drop my head down and lick up along the backside.
“Oh, fuck, sweetheart.” His voice is rough, straining to keep control.
My hand continues to pump him as I wrap my lips around the head of his cock, slowly working him into my mouth. His hands roughly pull at my hair, tugging enough to control my movement but not enough to hurt.
There’s a salty taste on my tongue from him. I swirl my tongue around the head, trying to get more from him. Slowly, I work my lips up and down on him. I start to take more of him inside my mouth. When he hits the back of my throat, I gag around his cock and start to pull back. Dax holds me there, not letting me pull back.