I stared at him. I had never been with someone so dominant, but I wasn’t unfamiliar with the dynamic. His words were turning me on, and I had a feeling if he started talking dirty to me, I was going to come undone. I had been lost in thought when he sharply twisted my nipple, and I gasped from the pain.
“Understood, Vixen?”
“Fuck, yes. Understood.” I looked up at him through lowered lashes. “Sir.”
His blue eyes blazed like fire. I knew he would like that.
He moved his hands, wrapping one in my still-wet hair and moving the other to my inner thigh. He pulled on my hair until my head tilted back, my neck completely exposed to him. I already knew what the man could do with just his fingers, and I was fucking starving for more.
“The things I want to do to you…” He started kissing my neck again, and when he dragged his teeth across my skin, I moaned.
He leaned back, untangling his hand from my hair and spreading my legs further apart. “Mac,” I whimpered. For the love of all things holy, this man was taking his sweet fuckingtime.
“You want to come, gorgeous?”
I touched myself, desperate for the contact. “Yes, sir.”
His gaze followed my hand as it left a trail through the wetness between my thighs. Just as I started teasing my clit, he grabbed my hand and brought it to his mouth, licking the arousal off my fingers. He groaned, a deep, guttural sound, and replaced my hand with his own.
Using the rough pad of his thumb, he rubbed punishing circles on my clit, and I thrust my hips into his touch. When I closed my eyes, he paused and said, “Keep them open, Vixen. I want to see you come.”
I licked my lips but opened my eyes to meet his as he slammed three fingers inside of me. Gasping at the sudden intrusion, I shivered in anticipation. Last time, he had worked me up to three but, shit, I wasn’t complaining. He worked the sweet spot inside of me, rubbing and twisting and pumping in and out of my pussy. I was so fucking close, I began to pant.
He eased another finger inside of me, stretching me so deliciously, and I threw my head back in ecstasy. “Please, baby, oh God.” He bit my exposed neck and I screamed his name as I shattered around his fingers. He didn’t stop moving, and I could hear the sounds of him working me through my high.
“Fuck, Vixen. Just like that, baby. Come undone for me. Such a good girl.”
He removed his fingers and held them to my lips like last time. After I licked them clean, he tossed the ruined nightgown to the side, and I didn’t hesitate before taking his shirt off of him. I leant forward, tracing the swirls of black ink that run across his chiseled stomach and up his neck. Before I could undo his pants, he picked me up, and the cool metal of his belt buckle pressed right against my vagina.
“I’m not done with you yet, Vixen.”
I smiled at him. “Better fucking not be.”
If he was anything like his brother, I was in for a long night, and Iwas perfectly okay with that. I tried to get down and walk, but he refused to let me go, carrying me up the stairs into my bedroom. He laid us down on the bed, and kissed my bare stomach.
His grin was an easy, carefree one that I had never seen before, and I instantly loved it. The second his lips met mine, we lost ourselves in each other, losing all track of time. He was all over me, his hands roaming and squeezing and teasing every inch of my skin. I threaded his thick, black hair in my hands, pulling him closer and locking my legs around his hips. When he untangled himself from me, it was to kiss his way down my throat over my breasts and stomach, and to the apex of my thighs. He bit me again, then soothed away the pain I was beginning to crave with a kiss.
“I’ve been wanting to do this for months, Vixen.”
Before I could speak, he licked my pussy and I cried out. When I looked down at him, he said, “I’ve been dying to know how you taste.” I looked down, watching as he pushed his tongue inside of me, and I couldn’t stop the tremble in my legs if I’d tried. He withdrew, and I moaned, but he squeezed my hip. “Even fucking better than anything I could’ve imagined.” Then he buried his face there, and I was utterly helpless to the absolute skill this man possessed.
When I thought back to his brother doing the same, the thought just turned me on even more. I reached for Mac, pushing my pussy into his face in a desperate search for my climax. He growled in approval, fucking me with his tongue and raking his teeth along my sensitive lips. When he sucked on my clit, I came so hard and fast, I fucking saw stars. I thrashed against his face and he didn’t let up, grabbing my hips to hold me in place as he swallowed every drop of cum gushing from my cunt. He consumed me in every way, and I was in heaven.
I was still riding my high when I heard the jingleof his belt buckle. I opened bleary eyes, watching him take his jeans off to reveal a cock thickly lined with veins and so hard I was sure it hurt. He pulled a condom out of his pocket, but I shook my head. I wanted to feel him bare inside me, like I had with Dalton.
“Babe, I’m clean and I’m on the pill. I trust you. For the love of God, I need to feel you inside me.”
He hesitated, and I could see the shadow of uncertainty across his face. I leaned up and reached for him, wrapping my hand around his dick, and licking the droplets of precum off of him. He moaned, and I pumped my hand a little harder.
When he finally gave in, he grabbed my hips and threw me back into the bed, flipping me over onto my stomach in the same motion. He pulled my ass into the air, and I wiggled it teasingly.
“Fuck me, Mac. I won’t break.”
His grip on my hips became almost punishing, and I spread my legs, flattening my chest on the pillows to give him better access. When he guided his dick to my entrance, I whimpered and rubbed myself against his tip. He stilled me and then slammed into me so hard, my legs nearly gave out.
He kept me upright, one arm wrapped around my waist, using the other hand to grab my hair. He pulled my head back, arching me into a position that had his cock ramming inside so deep, I forgot how to breathe. I was screaming with each violent thrust, and his primal grunts were hot as hell. It was incredibly rough, bordering on painful, and it was some of the best sex in my life. Who knew I would like a little pain with my pleasure so much? Evidently, he did.
The sounds of sex filled the room, and his hand moved from my hair to my throat. He pulled me into an almost sitting position, and as he fucked me, he whispered dirty things in my ear. “Such a good fucking girl, such a perfect little pussy for my cock. Do you like the way I fuck you, Vixen? Do you like the way I stretch your sweet, tightcunt?”
