Page 74 of On A Manhunt: Complete Series

LINDY

“Wha–”

Without any effort, Dex lifted me up and over his face.

OVER. HIS. FACE.

He might call me a bad girl, but I’d never done this.

My knees settled on either side of his head, but I sat back on his chest because this was a whole new level of naughty.

“Sit on my face,” he repeated.

“Holy shit, Dex, I’ve never done that before. Ever.”

Dex, sprawled on the couch, dressed, was hot as hell.

His chest was so broad my knees barely touched the couch.

His hair was tousled, his eyes hooded. The way he moved me, his strength was obvious, but his touch was gentle.

Reverent even, which was odd considering this… encounter was far from sweet.

There were no rose petals or champagne. Not even a bed. We’d barely made it ten feet in the door because he wanted me that much.

Why was I pausing? Why was I even thinking right now?

“I love that you’re just bad for me,” he said, his voice somehow deeper than usual. “Sugar, if you don’t–”

No, I did. I wasn’t going to hold back now. I couldn’t. Like Aspen said, I owed it to women everywhere.

No. Forget that. I owed it to myself. Dex wanted me. Wanted me to sit on his face.

So I was going to sit on his gorgeous face.

I lifted up onto my knees and looked straight down at him. My bra was tucked under my breasts, and I looked at him past my hard nipples.

“You’re right. You need to stop talking.”

Setting my hands on the arm of the couch above his head, I shifted forward and then did as he requested.

I settled right over Dex James’ mouth.

He groaned. I moaned.

His hot breath fanned my pussy, even through the lace panties. His nose slid up and down as if he was breathing in my scent.

Please smell good. Please smell good. As a woman, I had a moment of panic.

He lifted me slightly, used a finger to slide my thong to the side. There wasn’t much to it so it was easy for him to bare me.

“Fuck. You’re gorgeous. So pink. So wet.”

His fingers tightened as he pulled me down and went to town.

As in downtown. Right downtown. The man didn’t need directions. Or a map. No compass. His sense of direction on finding my clit was perfect.

“Oh fuck,” I cried when he did this suction kind of tugging thing. Then a swirl. Was that a twist of his tongue?

I couldn’t hold myself up and dropped my weight to my forearms on the arm rest. That angle shift had his mouth focused solely on my clit as he slid his fingers through my folds.

Then into me.

I arched my back and moaned. No, it was a cry. A gasp. It probably sounded like a sick whale who’d beached himself, but I’d make that sound all day long if he kept at it.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Dex, don’t you fucking dare stop.”

Did I feel his lips shift into a smile as he mouth and finger fucked me?

He should because he was skilled. So skilled that when he did some kind of rubbing thing with his fingers along with a twirly, licking, swirling thing with his tongue, I came.

I screamed. Shook. Clenched. Went completely and totally blank.

I wasn’t sure how long it took before I realized I might be smothering him, because not only was my pussy in his face, but my thighs were clamped tight against his ears. I scooched back and down his chest with zero finesse.

He licked his lips and smiled, then reached up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

I had no idea why that was such a turn on, but even though I just came, I was ready for more. I was energized for round two. Sliding back even further, I moved below his hips and started tugging on his track pants.

“Condom, sugar.”

I looked up his fully clothed body–why was he still dressed?–and shook my head. “Not for what I have in mind.”

His fingers slipped into my hair and held me in place when I tried to get my mouth on him in return.

His dark eyes met mine. Held. Pierced. “The first time I come it’s going to be in that sweet pussy. And I know how sweet it is.”

I clenched down on nothing at his words and replied with a breathy, “Hurry.”

Closing his eyes for a moment, he groaned, then I was lifted again and set on my feet between the couch and the coffee table. Dex sat up, leaned forward and tossed me over his shoulder. I bounced as he strode into the bedroom and dropped me on the bed.

“Dex!” I said, laughing.

With one hand behind his neck, he pulled off his long-sleeved shirt, at the same time as he toed off his running shoes. I stared at the expanse of perfect muscular chest.

“Condom, sugar. In the drawer.” He tipped his head in that direction.

As I crawled across the bed and opened the drawer, I realized he’d done this before. Here, in this little house he just rented. If he kept condoms in the drawer, where all guys kept them for easy access, then I wasn’t his first on this vacation of his.

I didn’t like that sick feeling, but this was a fling. A fling! I should be thankful he was prepared because I hadn’t even considered condoms.

With the drawer opened, I expected to see a few stray condom packets, but there was a box, still wrapped in plastic. I pulled it out, then sat on the bed.

“Are all these for me?” I asked.

He winked, then pushed down his pants and boxers at the same time. He stepped out of them–and toed off his socks quickly–then rose to his full height.

Gripping the base of his dick, he gave it a slow pump.

I blinked and stared. And watched the sight before me. His long fingers wrapped around his impressive length. The flared head was a plum color and with each stroke a bead of cum seeped from the slit at the top.

“I got them after I met you. Hoping. No one else, sugar.”

His gaze raked me over.

“The sight of you in my bed, that bra barely on and those panties pulled to the side so I can see how pink and eager you are for me, is hot as fuck. I can jack off to it, but I’d rather you get that box open and you protected so I can fuck you like we both need.”

“Oh,” I said, then worked the plastic from the package.

I tore one wrapper from the long strip, then crawled across the bed.

He tipped his head. “Put it on me.”

With my teeth, I ripped the condom open, and he moved his hand away. Instead of sliding it on, I leaned forward and took the flared crown into my mouth.

“Fuck!” he shouted, his hand going immediately into my hair. He pushed me onto him so I took him deep into my mouth, then pulled me off.

His breathing was ragged, and his cheeks were flushed.

“Holy shit, you’re a bad girl,” he growled.

I smiled triumphantly because I’d made the big, brawny Dex James lose control.

He took the condom from me and quickly slid it on.

Then he studied me for less than a second before he grabbed me and moved me as he wanted, this time over the edge of the bed.

I was stomach down, my toes touching the wood floor.

He wasn’t too rough, but he sure as hell wasn’t gentle. Mr. Man Candy liked to manhandle.

“You’re going to get fucked good and hard.” Setting a hand by my head on the bed, he leaned over me. “You want that?”

I nodded against the blanket.

“I need to hear the words, sugar,” he said as he nudged my legs wider with a knee.

“Yes,” I replied, squirming.

I couldn’t see, but I felt his knuckles and the latex-covered tip of his dick as he slid it up and down through my folds.

“Yes, what? Tell me how my bad girl wants me to fuck her for the first time.”

Oh God. His dirty talk had me close to coming again. He was dominant, bossy, and a little bit of a tease. “Why don’t you just fuck me?” I whined.

He pulled his dick away and spanked me. The crack of it was loud, but it wasn’t too hard, just enough to feel a sting and to make my clit throb. “Those aren’t the right words. Say them and you’ll get every inch crammed deep.”

“Oh fuck,” I whispered. My pussy ached for him. I tried to catch my breath, but it was no use. “Please, Dex. I need it. Hard.”

“My dick?”

“Yes, your dick. All of it. In me. So deep. Hurry.”

I squirmed some more until I felt him nudging my entrance. His hand went to my hip and gripped tight as he thrust deep. Sooo deep.

“Dex!” I cried. If the windows were open anywhere in the house, people walking by would know exactly what was going on in here.

Dex growled and held himself still. I wiggled, trying to adjust to being so full. It didn’t hurt, but he was big. Like really big.

He was right. I was crammed deep.

He pulled back, then started to fuck me. In. Out. His hips slapped into mine. His hand slid down my thigh and grabbed my knee, brought it up so I had one leg on the bed, one foot on the floor. Completely wide open.

As he took me, he didn’t stop talking. Good girls don’t get fucked like this.

Daylight, ass up. My handprint looks like I claimed you.

Such a tight pussy, squeezing me and trying to keep me deep in you.

That’s right, scream my name. This naughty body was made just for me.

Didn’t even get your panties off and you needed me in you.

He pulled out, flipped me over, grabbed my ankles and set them on his shoulders. God, he was moving me around as he wanted, and I loved it. I had to come so I reached down to rub my clit. It was slick with my arousal and so swollen.

He batted my hand away. “Bad girl. You didn’t ask.”

My eyes flared.

“There’s no fucking way you’re coming with your fingers if you’re with me. You need to come?”

I nodded, clenched down.

He pulled out, bent down so my legs stayed over his shoulders and his mouth latched onto my clit.

“Ohmygod.”

The fact that I was empty after being so thoroughly… pummeled was a tease and the heat of his mouth on my clit was so intense, I came on a scream.

He stood and filled me again as I kept right on coming, fucking me hard so that I slid back across the bed.

“Fuck, Lindy. Sugar. Fuck.”

He thrust deep and came, a guttural sound escaping his chest.

Wow. Holy… wow.

That had been intense. Insane. Crazy good my body was humming.

Dex caught his breath and pulled out, shifting me so I was fully on the bed. “Don’t go anywhere, sugar,” he said as he strode to the bathroom to take care of the condom. “That was just pregaming.”

I licked my dry lips. “Pregaming?” I called, staring at the ceiling.

“We’ve barely touched that box of condoms. And all the things I have planned.”