“I’d say whoever comes first is already the winner.”
He grinned. “You got that right.” With pleasure, he reached for her wet folds and slid his large fingers between them. She widened her stance to give him better access, and then she reached for his cock and pumped him. Long, slow strokes that drove him mad.
Rubbing her clit faster as his excitement increased, he stared into her eyes, still not sure he was awake as his dream come true continued to progress.
“You’re drenching my fingers,” he whispered. “So wet and hot. Wait ’til I come inside that hot pussy. My big cock wearing you out.”
She squirmed, her breath raspy, but she didn’t break eye contact.
“I’m wet for you. My mouth is wet too, Dex. Imagine how good it’ll feel when I’m licking you. Sucking that fat cock until you come down my throat. Yeah, you like that, don’t you?”
He’d never been so hard. Then the witch jerked him faster, and he couldn’t slow down. Couldn’t stop himself from crying her name as he jerked and came all over her belly and hand.
He kissed her as he continued to spend and shoved his middle finger inside her while he ground his thumb against her clit. When he pulled his mouth away, she finally let his cock go and humped his hand.
“Fuck. Oh yeah, I’m coming,” she said on a gasp. She trembled against him, her clit hard and full, her body wet with need. He’d helped her to her own happy ending again, and her pleasure made his that much better.
“You okay?” he asked after pulling his fingers away.
“Hold on,” she said and closed her eyes. “Still not thinking straight.”
He chuckled and kissed her, a soft kiss of thanks. He studied her, still amazed at the way his morning had started, especially since none of this had been planned.
“You are fucking beautiful.” He slid a hand over her belly, rubbing his seed over her skin. A primitive thrill of possession filled him—the need to claim her, to let everyone know Maya Werner belonged to him—and was difficult to ignore. But handling her the right way now would set the tone for how they moved on.
He knew how her mind worked. If he let Maya control the relationship, she’d find some way to reject him and move on, not giving them a chance.
“So, Dex, I—”
“Our date tomorrow night. I’m thinking pizza. That work for you?”
She frowned. “You still want those dates?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“Well, we just…”
“Fucked? Yeah, we did. And we’ll do it again.”
She raised a brow in a way that always made him want to tie her up and punish her for her arrogance. And now that he knew what it felt like to have her, he wanted nothing more than to share his fantasies with her.
“Sex between us should be my call, not yours,” she said in a tone that went with her raised brow.
“How so?” He tucked his cock back in his pants, amazed at how much he’d come, and felt ready for a nap. Stifling a grin, he straightened the rest of his clothing, loving the fact she still had nothing on but her heeled boots.
“Well, you call the shots on our ‘dates’. Seems to me this qualifies as a date, and you specifically said no sex on our dates. So I should manage our time together, to make sure you don’t take advantage of me again.” Before he could take offense, she grinned at him. “I mean, all that body and that huge cock, what’s a horny girl going to do but jump your bones?”
He smiled with her. “Tell you what. You can pick the location of our next dinner date. I promise not to have sex with you or wear tight and revealing clothing. Then you won’t be tempted to jump me again.”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
This Maya delighted him. Fun, flirty, and she seemed to have let down her guard for once. Perhaps he’d do best to make love to her at every opportunity. A win-win.
He grinned.
She slowly put her clothing on, making no effort to wipe him off her skin. “Okay, we’ll meet at Polvino’s Pizza on the westside.”
He frowned. “That’s not a restaurant. That’s a pizza place. They do takeout.”
