“That’s enough.” I go slack and turn my head away so I can’t fall victim to his piercing blue eyes and full lips.
“No.” He replies simply. His erection is growing between us, only the press of our bodies holding the towel in place. “It’ll never be enough until you take what you need from me. Break my hopes of ever having you, crush my heart to dust, ruin me for anyone else. I want your hatred and will take all of your punishment.” My eyes alight with the challenge, the warring emotions churning within my chest aching for the outlet he’s offering.
“I won’t be able to hold back.” He groans like that’s the filthiest thing he’s ever heard, biting down on his bottom lip.
“Then don’t.” The next second, my mouth is crushed against his and a moan spills between us. I’d forgotten how his lips are silky soft yet demanding, drawing my desire to the surface in an instant. Releasing my wrists, his hands trail a path of heat down my body and lift me by my ass. Winding my legs around his waist, I plunge my tongue into his mouth as he carries us out of the hallway with powerful strides. Our tongues mould together, stroking and caressing with an urgency to get closer.
My back is used to close a door, his thick erection pressing against my core demandingly. I whip away the limply hanging towel, the need to drown in his body driving my actions. Keeping me pinned in place with his hips, Dax breaks our kiss to pull my sports vest and bra over my head in one smooth move. My lips instantly find his again, licking and nibbling a path along his jaw and down his neck before biting hard into his collar bone. My nails score lines down his chest and abs until they find his cock, a hiss escaping him as I drag my nails up his rigid length.
Lifting me higher against the door, his lips wrap around one of my hardened nipples and I arch my back in response. Teasing the other between his fingers, he alternates between sucking and licking, ending on a painful clamp of his teeth which makes me yelp and then beg for him to do it again. I shamelessly rub my core against his chest as he repeats the process on my other breast, writhing with a building heat that threatens to burn me alive.
Spinning us around, he moves again and throws me back onto a springy mattress. My leggings and black thong are whipped off, his mouth closing over my clit before I’ve managed to catch my breath. I gasp, my wetness mixing with the rough pad of his tongue that licks a slow path up my centre. A flood of lava rushes to my core almost instantly, a groan escaping me as I try to hold it at bay. Each powerful suck and flick of his tongue keeps me hanging on the edge, fisting my hands in the cover and my eyes clenched shut. Two long digits plunge inside me and my walls clench around them tightly, the full force of my orgasm making me scream his name. My hands grasp his blonde Afro and hold him firmly in place while I ride out the waves of my climax, his tongue continuing to swirl around my pulsing bud mercilessly until I’m jerking and sprawled back into the mattress.
Giving me no reprieve, Dax looms over me within seconds to press his lips against mine, gentler this time. I lose myself in his touch, slipping my hand around his neck to pull him as close as possible. His masculine scent, the rough stubble lining his jaw, the body I ache to have wrapped around me every night. Our kiss is filled with the longing for impossible possibilities, jerking me back to reality. I can’t have this with Dax or anyone, but what I can have is one last glimpse of happiness.
Breaking the intimacy between us, I push Dax onto his back and straddle his hips, sinking myself onto his solid length to avoid his questioning gaze. His body is mine in the moment, to use for my pleasure and forget about my impending date with the devil. Leaning forward on his chest and pinning his thighs beneath my feet, I begin to lift and ease myself back down leisurely. My inner walls stroke him, his ridges rubbing within me deliciously.
No matter how enticing his glistening lips look, I keep him at a literally arm’s length, bouncing my hips to quicken the rise of my next orgasm. I need the release more than my next breath, a blissful few seconds of never-ending pleasure to grip onto when everything turns bleak. Sitting upright and fully impaled, I grind my hips back and forth, my head thrown back with my breathy moans filling the room. My hair is tickling the curve of my butt and no doubt, his balls, and thighs as I build up a rhythm, rocking in a fluid motion.
Suddenly, Dax lurches upright and his body crushes against mine. Pulling his Afro free of its restraint, he grasps my hair in his hands and winds it on top of my head, tying it in place with his band. I melt into his body, allowing myself a brief respite from fighting. His arms wind around my back, the raised bumps of my scars exposed to his touch from beneath the phoenix tattoo. Holding me tightly in place, he rocks and bucks beneath me, his dick pressing firmly against my G spot. I cross my ankles behind his back, gripping onto him as if he might disappear.
