His face is so close to mine, and his voice is so gravelly and deep when he responds. “I’d fuck your pussy with my fingers so hard your cum would soak through to my jeans.”
I moan and throw my head back against his shoulder.This.I haven’t had this in forever. While I love being in charge and taking control of a man, sometimes it’s nice to shut off your mind and just enjoy the pleasure.
I need the release that only letting your mind go and letting someone else take control gives you.
“You want that, little witch? Should I slide my hands up this cute little fucking skirt and see how wet you are for me?”
“Yes, Da—Dax.” He groans, hearing his name slide off of my lips. His bearded chin rubs against my throat as he places wet, fervent kisses along my jaw. He adjusts me so my legs are wide and spread, bracketing his own strong, muscular thighs. I feel exposed in the most delicious way possible.
“I love these gods’ damn skirts,” he says, while flipping the garment up. I’m wearing a plain black pair of panties. I wish I would have worn something cuter. But, I was dressed modestly for revenge, not for a surprise finger fuck.
He slides my underwear to the side, two of his fingers gliding through my wetness as he groans against my neck. As soon as his fingers touch me, I feel exactly what I was missing with Ryan. It’s like Dax’s magic is calling to mine, making the connection and sexual chemistry that much more intense.
“Is this pussy going to be tight for me, Blair?”
I groan but don’t answer, so he lightly smacks my pussy, making me jolt and push harder against his large erect cock that’s straining in his jeans.
I huff out a breath but shake my head. “Yes, touch me, please.”
“Mmm, didn’t take you for the begging type, little witch.”
“Fucking touch me.”
He smacks my pussy lightly again. “That’s no way to ask.”
“Please, Dax. Please touch me.”
“That’s my good girl. I like that, Blair. I want you to be a good girl, but only for me. Only this sweet side for me.”
“Yes, touch me.” His fingers enter me harshly. Not fucking around, he sticks three fingers inside of me as he uses his palm to rub my aching clit. The sensitivity from his small taps is going to send me over the edge quickly.
I grind my ass against his fat cock, making him groan, and he thrusts right back against my ass.
“Fuck,” Dax hisses as he picks up his pace against my pussy, curling his fingers inside of me, hitting my g spot. His other hand wraps around my waist. His hand pushes hard on my lower abdomen.
“I love feeling my fingers fucking your pussy from the outside,” he groans, and it’s what sends me over the edge. Writhing on top of his lap as I ride out my orgasm, my magic is fully on the surface, making me feel like I’m falling and flying all at once. The orgasm builds and builds until I completely shatter. Collapsing against Dax’s chest. Dax removes his fingers and I can feel my center wanting to grab him back in and keep him there forever.
He holds his hand up to my lips. “Suck,” he orders, bringing his fingers to my lips, which I suck greedily, tasting my flavor on his large fingers. He slides them out of my mouth and turns my jaw to kiss me on the lips, tasting my essence on my tongue.
“Mmm, next time I’ll taste you right from the source,” he says confidently.
“What about you?” I ask, pushing my skirt down to where I’m only sitting on his one thigh.
“I’ve got to go, unfortunately.” He shrugs and little tendrils of guilt shoot up my spine. He has his dinner with Ryan tonight. “Can I take you out tomorrow?”
“I’d like that,” I say, nodding in agreement.
“You want me to pick you up here or from your place?”
“Text me, and I’ll send you my address.”
He taps my ass lightly, and I stand up, feeling so much lighter. He leans over and whispers in my ear. “Babe, you better be wearing one of these cute little skirts when I come and pick you up, yeah?”
“Yeah,” I reply breathlessly. He kisses the side of my head and gives me a smirk before he leaves my office, shutting the door behind him. As soon as he leaves, I plop down in my chair.
“What the fuck was that?” I whisper to myself. Feeling lighter, and knowing he made my day a better shade of gray.
Chapter 8
