I think about what I want, what I need, what instinct is telling me I should do. They’re all different things, and the options whirl in my brain in a pink-tinged mist of lust and desire and longing.
But there’s one thing I’m sure about.
“I need you inside me, now.” I lick my lips, then add as an afterthought, “Please.”
Dax smiles, then tips me forward against the counter. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes.” I go down on my forearms, fixing my gaze on the mirror. “Please.”
“Say it.”
“Wh—what?”
“Say it, Lisa.” He grips my hips tighter. “Say, ‘fuck me hard, Dax.’”
Oh my God. I can’t say that.
Can I?
My eyes lock with his in the mirror. The heat I see there has my mouth hinging open and those four filthy words tumbling out.
“Fuck me hard, Dax.” I suck in a breath, shocked at my boldness. “Please.”
“Good girl.” Chuckling, he squeezes my hips. He’s rougher than he’s been before and I love it. “You want this cock?”
I nod as he nudges my ass with it. “Yes.” Gripping the sink, I brace for whatever comes next.
Dax holds my gaze in the mirror. “I want you to watch yourself. I want you to see how beautiful you are.”
His eyes hold mine as he strokes a hand over my ass, caressing it like a cashmere sweater. One hand glides forward to cup my breast, and my next breath catches in my throat. My face in the mirror is like no version of Lisa I’ve ever seen. She’s wild and wanton and flushed with pleasure.
I think I like her.
His cock bumps into the ridge above my tailbone, and I press back against it without thinking.
“That’s what you want?” he asks.
I nod and meet his eyes in the mirror. “Yes,” I whisper. “Please, Dax.” Boldness swells up through my chest. “I want that big cock.”
He smiles like I’ve turned in an A+ exam. There’s a crinkle of cellophane behind me, and though I can’t see his hands in the mirror, I’m relieved he has a condom. As mind-numbed as I am with lust, I might have forgotten.
“Watch yourself in the mirror,” Dax urges. “I want us both to see me sliding into you.”
I do as he says, pulse throbbing in my ears. I can’t see everything, not from this angle, but I can see enough. I can see the hard, latex-sheathed length of him vanishing slowly into me.
But, oh God, I can feel it. I’m dizzy with pleasure, aching from the delicious intrusion. He’s hard and huge and oh my god, he’s bigger than I remember. I cry out as he fills me completely, and he goes still.
“You good?”
I nod and meet his eyes in the mirror. “I’m better than good.” I bite my lip. “Talk dirty to me again?”
He laughs, but not like he’s making fun of me. Crinkles of pleasure frame his eyes, and he smiles at me in the mirror.
“Oh!” I gasp.
“You like that?” he growls, and I grip the counter tighter. “You like it when I’m balls-deep in that tight little pussy?”
His words yank the breath from my lungs, and it’s all I can do to nod. Nod and grip the counter and pray like mad he keeps doing what he’s doing. My God, I’ve spent a lifetime cringing when I heard words like these in movies. Why are they the hottest things on earth when they’re tripping from Dax’s tongue?
